Disclaimer and notes in chapter one.
Authors Note: K, this story took some weird twists as I was sitting in the hospital waiting room to see my Dad... I blame the smell of medication that was in the air... It made me feel dizzy. Well, on with the story. *Hands out rope* It's not much of a cliff, but there still is a drop off.
Silver Files 4/?
Darien smiled, sticking his hands in his pockets. "This is going to be so much fun, Hobbes!"
"Any chance to screw that Swiss miss mother is worth it." Hobbes agreed, patting his partner on the shoulder.
"So, is Arnaud De Fohn even his real name?" Carol asked as they were checking into the hotel/casino. "I mean, he did lie about his name being De Thiel... Maybe he is lying again?"
"Yeah," Hobbes replied, "but he has a criminal record and arrest warrant under the name Da Phone."
"De Fohn." Alex, Darien and Carol corrected in sequence.
"Yeah, I said that, Da Phone."
Alex rolled her eyes and took the key cards from the clerk. She handed a key to each person and kept one for herself. The foursome started walking toward the elevators. "The rooms have an adjoining door, so stick with the plan. Carol and Mr. Fawkes, you two will enter and exit the room assigned to you, while Mr. Hobbes and I will do the same thing. From there we can go to our own rooms. Carol and I have room number 325 and you two have room number 327."
Hobbes looked over at Darien, "Does it seem to you like she is running the whole show?" Darien nodded in agreement with his partner.
Alex continued, ignoring the two agents. "Now, I've taken the liberty to assign you both names. Mr. Fawkes, you are now, for the rest of our time here, known as Gerald Mills." Darien gave her a look of horror. "I assume that is your middle name, yes?"
Darien sheepishly nodded, "How did you know? It's not in any of the Agency files."
"You're right. It's not." Alex said, leaving it at that.
Hobbes broke out in a fit of laughter. "Your middle name is Gerald?"
"And you, Mr. Hobbes, will be known as Albert Zanier."
Hobbes stopped laughing and Darien started to. After getting a death stare from Hobbes Darien said, "Hey, at least you two have the same first and last initials."
Hobbes turned to Alex, "What about you two? What are your new names?"
"Actually, they stay the same."
"Hey, that's not fair!" Darien piped up.
"Yes, it is. We're not the ones trying to hide that we're government agents." Carol said, speaking for the first time since they had gotten the key cards. Hobbes and Darien stared at her and immediately she decided to let her boss take care of the situation. "You know, I think I am just gonna go up to my room and get ready. See you guys later."
~*~
Carol peeked her head outside of her hotel room door, watching for Alex. Seeing no sign of her boss, she went back in the room. Carol went over to the bed, which her suitcase was laying on, and opened it. Moving things around in it, she found what she was looking for. Carol pulled out a sapphire colored evening gown and laid it down on the bed.
She and Alex had rented two evening gowns each. Carol had an emerald gown and a sapphire gown, while Alex had a white and a light cream. Carol heard a click on the door and knew Alex was finally coming in. "Alex, I didn't mean to..." She trailed off as she looked up and saw Darien. "Oh, sorry."
"What are you doing here?" Darien asked.
"This room is for Alex and me."
"Oh, my bad. I must have gotten the wrong key. I thought it was the other door, but my key didn't work... So I tried this one."
"No problem." Carol replied. "I have to go back out anyway." She opened the adjoining door, Darien following behind her. "Do you know how long it will be before Mr. Hobbes and Alex show up?"
"It shouldn't be too long. They were getting ready to come up when I left." Darien replied.
Carol nodded, "Okay," she opened the room door and stepped into the hall. "I'll see you later. I have some things to take care of."
~*~
"So, why are you' the one giving orders?" Hobbes asked out of curiosity.
"Because, I'm used to being the boss, and personally, I hate sharing." Alex waited as the elevator opened on the second floor and someone stepped off. "And besides, admit it, you're relieved for the time off. I have everything already planned."
The elevator stopped on the third floor this time and Alex and Hobbes stepped off. Reaching their hotel room door, Hobbes slid his key card in the door, waiting for the red light to flash green. It didn't. Hobbes ran it through again and still nothing happened.
"Here, let me see." Alex said, taking the key card as Hobbes handed it to her. She ran it through and got the same result. Nothing. Alex walked to the second door with Hobbes' key card in hand; she ran it through the key card slot. The light flashed green and she opened the door. She closed the door, handed Hobbes back his card and went to the first door, pulling out her own key card. She ran it through and the light turned green. Alex opened the door and saw Darien sitting down on the bed, watching the TV.
"You know something, I noticed that both rooms only have one bed." Darien said, looking up to see Alex and Hobbes step in.
"That's because they're honeymoon suites. And we're all supposed to be friends here on our honeymoons."
"Yeah, but we're not. Hobbes and I are supposed to share a room. There's only one bed, where is the other person supposed to sleep?"
"Take a chair."
Darien looked at the chair that was in the left corner of the room. "Someone sleep in that thing? Are you serious?"
"Then either one of you take the floor or share the bed." Darien gave Alex a disgusted look and she added, "You're big boys, I'm sure you'll figure it out." She went to the adjoining door and knocked on it.
"Oh, she's not there."
"She isn't?" Alex asked, turning around to look at Darien.
"Nope. She said she had some things to take care of. She'll be back soon I guess."
"Did she tell you when?"
"Nope. Just said later."
Alex opened the adjoining door, "I'll see you two in a while. I'm going to get ready."
~*~
Carol pressed the up button, waiting for the elevator to open. When it did a man in a white tux was leaning against the wall. She stared at him for a second, not moving.
"Going up?" He asked, his Swiss-French accent thick.
"Yes, I am." She replied, getting into the elevator.
TBC... *evil grin*