Author: LoneGirl189

Title: Six Down

Rating: R

Notes: Disclaimer in first part, my sister read this over for me(And all death threats and such about this ending, please put in your reviews, thank you)





"Stay away Darien," Claire warned him, picking up a letter opener off the desk.

"What is wrong with you Claire?" he asked, starting at her as he limped forward.

"I know it's you Darien, I found the quicksilver in the Official's office, I just don't know why yet. Maybe something's wrong with the suicide gene...I don't know, but you need to stop, if you let me go I can find a way to help you," she almost pleaded with him.

"Claire, I haven't done anything," he said taking a tentative step forward, and stopping as she held the letter opener in a more threatening manner.

"Darien...."

"Did you test the samples?" he suddenly asked.

"Why?"

"Test them. It'll prove who really did this.....this isn't the first time you've found quicksilver and turned out not to be me," he told her.

"No, it was Simon Cole, but it was still your body," she told him, only relaxing slightly.

"Can't you just test them, please Claire," he said, backing away a little, trying not to seem as menacing.

"Darien...."

"Please Claire, if I'm wrong, then fine, I'll wait here for you to call the cops," he said.

"Somehow I doubt that," she said, but went about feeding the results of the samples into the computer anyway, not taking her eyes off Darien. She finished then stood back up.

"It'll take a few minutes for it to finish," she told him.

"Claire....it wasn't me....think about it," he pleaded with her.

"Think about what? You were the first one to find Alex, I should have caught that. And you disappeared from the office, then I find Bobby dead in the keep?" she asked.

"Bobby's dead?" Darien asked, the color draining from his face.

"You should know," she said angrily.

"Claire....I did....god...Hobbes is dead?.....Claire....how could I have gotten Eberts then? I was with you two the whole time," he jumped from thought to thought.

"I don't...I..,," Claire's resolve was breaking, and she didn't know what she believed anymore. Then the computer beeped. She turned her head to look at it.

"Oh my god...."

"What?" Darien asked about to take a step forward when he stopped and let out a small sound of pain, then feel to the ground on his hands a knees.

"How...." Claire trailed off, watching the bloody knife floating in the air behind Darien. Darien just lay on the floor, looking like he was just trying to keep breathing.

He couldn't see anything, but he heard the sound of quicksilver flaking off. He looked over to see a pair of heels next to him.

"Who...."

"Sally," Claire answered before he could finish his sentence.

"From accounting?" he asked, receiving a kick in the side that he yelped at.

"I have a last name," Sally angrily accented with a second kick.

"Why?" Claire asked, getting Sally to look back at her.

"Attention, what else?" she said simply. Claire just stared at her in shock.

"What about the quicksilver?" Darien asked from his spot on the floor.

"Remember when we pumped you for quicksilver to test the backpack...." Claire started, still staring at Sally.

Darien finally managed to roll himself, painfully, onto his back to look up at the blonde haired woman, who he now saw had a gun and a knife. And strapped to her back, was the quicksilver backpack.

"How could you not know that was missing?" Darien asked trying to look at Claire.

"I took it after I killed Alex, everyone was to busy to notice," Sally said. "But Ms. *Keeply* here, isn't as smart as she thinks she is, she is about to die."

Sally raised the gun pointing it and Claire who had started to back away and found herself up against the window when the gun went off, accented by Darien screaming for Sally not too. Claire looked at Sally with an almost disbelieving look, before she slumped down to the ground, leaving a trail of blood down the wall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Darien yelled at Sally had turned her attention back to him.

"A few things, one being that I was completely taken advantage of here, ignored, made to think I mattered, then thrown aside," she said, waiving the gun around while she talked.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"I came to this Agency after leaving my old job as an accountant at the FBI. Then when I tried to leave here, I was told I'd never work anywhere else after working here. This is the only job I could hold now!," she paced around him while she talked, glaring the whole time.

"Then, I think it might not be so bad, I have some friends. After you asked for my help, I had assumed that we'd possibly talk again, and I was completely ignored. Then I found out last week that the Official was firing me! Me! After what this place took from me. My life was over, and I wasn't about to have it be over alone."

She stopped her pacing as stood at his feet glaring at him, the bloody knife in one hand, and the gun in the other.

"At this place taught me how to be a killer without getting caught, I even learned to use a gun rather well while I was here, as you partner found out to his disadvantage."

"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?" Darien asked laying his head back against the cool ground.

"Because I have something much worse planned for you," she told him.
"And what would that be?" Darien asked, answered as the door to Alex's office swung open to reveal Arnaud standing in it, a very smug look on his face.

"I'll called in expert help for this part," Sally said as Arnaud started to walk over.

"You two were working together?" Darien asked angrily.

"I don't think you've been listening to her Fawkes. She did it, I just found out about this yesterday, when Ms. Anderson asked if I'd like to keep the gland when this was over," he told him.

"So your gonna harvest the gland, that's how I'm going to die?" Darien asked.

"No, you get to live Darien," Sally told him, both to his and Arnaud's confusion. She turned around, smiled sweetly at Arnaud, then shot him, five times, in the chest, and he feel to the ground, not moving.

"Okay....I'm really confused now...." Darien said.

"I said I had much worse planned for you Darien. I've taken your friends away, and now I've taken your revenge. I hope you live a good life," she said as she tucked the gun away, and threw the knife to the ground.

"Why me?" he asked.

"Because your special, and you were the one who blew me off, followed by the rest of your little group," she told him with a sick smile. "Goodbye."

That's when the gunshot rang out. Darien had to cover his face from the splatter of blood as part of Sally's shoulder was suddenly gone. Then she received two more shots in the chest, then she fell to the ground next to Darien. Dead.

Darien looked up to see Arnaud standing there, putting his gun back in it's shoulder holster.

"How...." but he trailed off as Arnaud opened his jacket and part of his shirt to reveal he was wearing a bullet proof vest.

"I don't take anything at face value, let alone the promises of an insane woman," he told him. "And of course, that makes six."

"What?" Darien asked.

"She said she was going to take "Six down", and she makes six, since her plan to get rid of me didn't quite work out the way she planned it to.

"So I get to go?" Darien asked.

"If the police show up before you bleed to death. I really must be going, I have to download a lot of information off you former Keeper's computer," he said, motioning towards Claire's body.

"Goodbye Fawkes, and I do mean goodbye. It's unlikely that the police will show up here before your dead," he told him.

"The FBI...." Darien stared, remembering that they were investigating, but Arnaud just shook his head.

"Sally was the one who called, the FBI was never involved, no one's coming. I'd love to stay and see how slowly having the life drained out of you looks, but like I said, I have things to do," and with that he left.

Darien lay on the floor, unable to think of what to do now. He knew he couldn't crawl over to Alex's computer to try anything, he was already starting to feel dizzy from the blood loss. But there was one last thing he had to do. He reached over to Sally's body and took her gun out of it's holster.

He cocked it and put it to his head.

"No one else is gonna die because of this thing," he said, right before he pulled the trigger.

The End