Hello everyone out there in fanfiction.net land! How y'all doin' today? I'm fine, thanks for asking. J Here is…(drum roll please…) The Fragile part 13!
Disclaimer…*sobs* I STILL don't own the show! Why not? Because I'm not a rich bitch, that's why… but if I was, then damn straight I'd buy Profiler in a heartbeat…and put it on CBS to trounce NBC in Saturday night ratings. Mwa, ha, ha!!! J It actually belongs to Court TV, Saunder/Moses (they're wicked cool. J ) and other people. Umm, the song 'December' is owned by Static-X.
The Fragile Pt. 13
(Bailey's POV)
10 PM
Macon Hotel
I can't sleep.
Every time I try, I see a pair of ice blue eyes begging me to help. I've tried Nytol and everything else, but nothing works in these situations. Nothing except…
The sound of music from the next room over brings me out of my reverie. It starts out quiet and low, then begins to build in sound as it continues.
Still feel the cold
Of long past days
I knew my worth
Put in my place
It's no surprise
I realize
Sometime before…
December…
Sun shines through haze
I put my thoughts
Towards future days
It's no surprise
I close my eyes
And close the door…
Feeling so old
Years pass like days
Vastly changing
So many ways
My eyes perceive
Yes I believe
In nothing more…
I sigh as the song comes to an end. I suppose I was going to have to talk with her, sooner or later. Groaning, I knock on the connecting door.
"It's open, Bailey," Agent Green's voice replies, and I open it up and walk in. She's sitting Indian style on her bed, a liter of Coke close by her side.
"What, no rum?" She turns and smiles.
"Nah…I don't drink. It's a bad habit." Her smile fades, and she turns her attention back to her laptop. "Listen, I know you don't want me here, and that's fine with me. You don't trust me, and to put it bluntly, I don't give a shit. I was called down here to do a job and I intend on doing it."
"What exactly does your job entail? Helping us find Sam or helping Fiona get another promotion?" I shot back, sitting down in a chair. Another smile flitted across her face before she replied.
"I believe I told you before that I didn't work for Fiona. She and I…let's say you wouldn't want to lock us together in a room."
"And why is that?"
"Because-" She took a swig off her Coke and continued, "-Only one of us would be walking out that door, and it sure as hell wouldn't be her."
"Is that so?" This girl was cocky as hell, I'll give her that.
"Yeah, it is. Eight months ago, before she was sent packing down here, she was involved in a botched raid in Boston that almost got my partner, along with six other agents killed. She was taken before OPR, and said that there was a 'Clear lack of communication between the six agents and herself' and all this other bullshit."
"She put the blame on them?"
"Yeah, and they gave her a slap on the wrist." She sent the e-mail she was working on, then shut her laptop down. "All they did was put her on disciplinary leave while they figured out what they should do with her. They decided to give her one last chance, and, unfortunately for you, they shipped her ass down here."
"Fiona's made tons of friends, hasn't she?" Agent Green laughed.
"I take it when you first met her you didn't hit it off?"
"No…not at all." She smiled knowingly.
"She tried to seduce you, didn't she?"
"How did-"
"That's how she's risen through the ranks. She finds the weakest man on the promotion board, goes after them like a bloodhound."
"That explains quite a lot."
Before either of us could say more on the matter her cell phone rang, and Dana answered it.
"Green here." Suddenly she straightened, her eyes widening, and I knew something was up. "Yeah, we'll be right there." She hung up and leapt off her bed, grabbing her duster. "Guess who that was?"
"Fiona?" Dana nodded, shrugging into her coat.
"Jack sent a little present to the hospital, but apparently Fiona got to it first. No-ones opened it yet," She added as she grabbed her holster, "But it's his writing on the package."
"Then let's go," I reply gruffly, and we leave the hotel, not speaking to each other until we arrive at the hospital, where my esteemed Section Chief is waiting for us at the outpatient entrance.
"Agents," Fiona says by way of greeting, "I know it's rather late, but this just came for us…or should I say you, Agent Green."
"What the hell are you talking about, Fiona?" The agent at my side replies, and Fiona simply smirks, holding out the package wrapped in newspaper clippings.
"Merry Christmas," She says, and Dana just looks at her for a moment before taking it and setting it on the hood of the rental car I had gotten earlier that day. Taking a deep breath, she begins to unwrap it, revealing a long white box.
"Ten to one it's roses," Agent Green says quietly, before glancing at me. "Want to bet?"
"Against that guess? No, I'd end up owing you money," I reply as she opens it up and reveals…
…A single rose, thorns still attached, and a note. Dana reads it, shaking her head
"What's it say?"
"Read it." She hands me the note and abruptly turns away, her hands clenched into tight fists.
Welcome to my game, Agent Green. Hope you've fully recovered from that little 'incident' in Maine last year, because I want you to be in good health when I make my move! Say hello to Sam's inept knight in shining armor for me. I'll see you both soon!
JaCk
"Looks like I'm not the only one he's after now." I reply quietly.