Nowhere To Run
Chapter Twelve
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I hope everyone is still hanging in there. Like I said, all explanations will be coming in the next couple of chapters. And as always, thanks for the feedback. Since this is my first fanfic, all constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated. Thanks again!!
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Wednesday Morning -- 10:35AM -- Somewhere in the greater Chicago area
"Alright…………….I'll be there in about an hour………………Are Alex and Cody on their way?……………….OK……………….Right……………….Thanks Monica…………Bye." Frank disconnected the cell phone and turned to face Kate who was sitting across the living room on the couch, watching him anxiously.
"You have to leave?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.
"Yes. Monica said that she uncovered something, but she didn't want to get into it over the phone," he answered as he watched her ringing her hands endlessly.
He knew that he should leave soon, but thought he had a few minutes in order to calm her nerves. He walked over to the couch and sat beside her. He reached out to take one of her hands and practically had to wrench the two apart.
"It's going to be OK," he said reassuringly. "No one knows you're here. Not even my team. And no one's going to find you. You'll be safe here." As he spoke, he rubbed one of her hands between his own. And due to either his words or the motion of his hands, she seemed to calm down somewhat.
"I know. I'm not worried about my safety. I know that no one will find me, and even if they did, I'm not exactly without the resources to protect myself. No………I'm more worried about you. If they find out that you've hidden me away instead of turning me in, you'll become just another obstacle to them. And these men simply eliminate obstacles without a second thought."
"Ahhhh, but you forget. I'm the only one who knows where you are. If they eliminate me, they'll never find you." He paused to let the weight of his words sink in, and then haltingly continued, "But if anything should happen…….."
Kate stood up suddenly and said, "I don't want to talk about it! You said it yourself……..they can't eliminate you, so don't even say it!!" She paced quickly out of the room and into the kitchen. When Frank followed her, he found her staring out the back window at the large high-fenced backyard.
"Katie, look at me," he quietly commanded as he placed his hands on her shoulders. When she made no motion to move, he nudged her until she turned to face him. Her head was down as she refused to face him. He lifted his hand to her chin and tilted her head up so that he could see her, only to find her eyes closed. "Look at me," he said again. At first he thought that she would ignore him, but her eyes slowly fluttered open and what he saw in them made his heart ache. He gazed into their depths and could see the well of her feelings for him ready to overflow along with the unshed tears.
He could do nothing but stare at her in return, speechless. No words that he could think of at the moment seemed adequate. Maybe after this was all said and done, he could finally tell her everything. But for now, he simply wrapped his arms around her and held on to her as long as he could.
After they stood together for what seemed like hours, but had only been mere moments, Kate finally murmured, "Will you come back here later tonight?"
"I'm not sure. It depends on what Monica and the others have uncovered. I can't promise anything."
"Will you at least call me later so that I know you're alright?"
Frank pulled back from her and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She noticed the hesitation and answered for him, "You're afraid that they may have already sensed that something's wrong and went ahead and had you and your other agents put under surveillance. Isn't that right?"
Frank sighed and answered, "Maybe. I don't really think they've made that type of move yet, but I don't want to take the risk. So until Cody can rig something up for us, no communication outside of this house."
She wearily nodded her head, knowing that he was right. And then added, "I guess I'll just have to keep myself entertained while you're gone."
"Which reminds me. Stay in the house. Don't answer the door or the phone. Keep the shades drawn. And remember that the lights in the house are on timers, so don't try to switch any on manually. The neighbors think that the owners are on vacation and are apt to report seeing anything unusual."
"Won't they think that your coming and going would be unusual?"
"Probably not. I'm good friends with the couple that live here, so the neighbors will just think that I'm here to watch after the house while they're away."
"Very clever, Agent Donovan."
He smiled at her and said, "I have my moments."
"Soooo………I guess it's just lonely ol' me until you get back. Whatever shall I do while you're away I wonder………." With that she rose up and captured his lips with her own. Her kiss was full of passion and Frank responded immediately. As mouths slanted one over the other again and again and tongues dueled furiously, their breathing became ragged as both were completely caught up in this single moment. The outside world faded away and the only thing that remained was the passion that the two shared.
Frank suddenly pulled himself away and held Kate at arms length trying to regain control of himself. He finally was able to look her and what he saw was almost his undoing. Her pupils were dilated from her state of arousal. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly swollen and still moist from the kiss that they had shared. He groaned and nearly flung her away from himself. He turned away from her running his fingers through his short hair in frustration. When he again faced her, he had only one question.
"Why are you doing this now?" he said still breathless.
She smiled seductively and said, "I want you to come back to me later, so I thought I'd leave you with a little incentive."
He stared at her in disbelief and then slowly shook his head.
"You……..," he said pointing at her, "are evil, young lady! How the hell am I supposed to function when all I can think about is dragging you back upstairs and making love to you all afternoon?"
"Well, if you insist," she said enticingly as she slowly sashayed toward him.
"No!!" he yelled and backed further away from her. "I'm having a hard enough time as it is, don't fan the flames any more!"
"I'm sorry…….what did you say was hard?" she asked teasingly with a lecherous smile on her face.
Groaning out loud, he practically stalked over to her, and captured her mouth in one last soul searing kiss. Ending the kiss abruptly, he practically tossed her against the wall only a foot away and proceeded out the door as quickly as he could.
Kate was left bewildered and more than a little excited. "Wow………now that's an exit."
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11:45AM -- The Nest
Frank entered the building and quickly found his agents gathered at the table engrossed in some sort of fervent discussion.
"Good morning," Frank said.
Cody looked at his watch and then his boss and said, "Technically." Frank frowned at the response but chose to ignore it.
"So what do we have?"
"What we have here…….." Cody drawled in his best southern accent, "is failure to communicate." After which he turned to the others with a big grin on his face.
Frank, Alex and Monica stopped what they were doing and just stared at the tech op.
"Cool Hand Luke……….I watched it last night…………..Paul Newman?…………George Kennedy?………….Don't you people ever watch old movies for Christ's sake??" he added, now feeling uncomfortable.
The other three stared a moment longer and then Frank finally said, "So what do we have that has NOTHING to do with old movies?" Shooting Cody a quick annoyed glance.
"As I was about to say before Mr. Movie Mogul interrupted, after you left yesterday, the three of us sat down and went over Katherine's file one last time. Something had always bothered me about it, but I thought that two fresh pair of eyes may notice what I had overlooked."
"And?"
"And……..as much as I hate to admit this, it was actually Cody that noticed the problem."
"Hey! I have my moments of brilliance! Don't sound so surprised!" Cody interjected.
"Let me guess," Frank started, "the file is too perfect."
"You knew already?" was all that Monica could ask.
"I was bothered by the file too, so after looking over it for the 50th time, it finally hit me. Everything was flawless. Every moment of time in this woman's life was documented down to practically the second. Complete names and dates of all contacts made. No blanks to be filled in. So much detail to go on and yet supposedly no other agency or group had been able to come close to catching her."
Frank paced the room while the rest absorbed what he had just told them.
"It was obvious that the file was a very good forgery. Too good. Now the question is………why us? Why were we the ones brought in on this case?" Frank pondered.
"Well, capturing a wanted felon is right up our alley. Don't you think?" Alex asked.
"Yes, if that's all this was. My real question is………did these people consider the possibility that we would find out the truth along the way?" Frank returned.
"Are you asking if they asked for this unit to take over the case because of your background? That they wanted you to find out that Katherine's CIA and not a contract killer?" Monica asked with a twinge of disbelief in her voice.
"You think I'm being paranoid?" Frank asked as he stopped his pacing.
Monica sighed, looked down at the table in front of her for a few seconds, and then finally replied, "Under any other circumstances, I would say yes……you're being paranoid, but with the twists and turns this case is taking, quite frankly, I'm not so sure."
"Can I ask a question?" Alex interjected. Frank turned to look at her and nodded for her to continue. "All right……….since we're talking about you're credentials, how is it that you didn't know this woman already?………… I mean, she's worked for the CIA for many years……….you worked for the CIA for many years………..how did the two of you never cross paths before? If you don't mind me asking?"
Frank resumed his pacing while pondering his answer. "You have to understand the Company. There are very few who know all the details about every project that's underway. What I mean is………unless you're a high ranking official, you don't really know what your fellow agents are up to. That's why there's such an aura of mystery to the division. As secretive as the Bureau can be, the CIA is a hundred times worse."
"I guess that's what really has me worried ………the implications of this case," Frank continued. "Kate says that she was receiving classified assignments from high ranking officials and that they're the ones who double crossed her when she refused to follow through on one of those assignments. Now…….not only do we have to find out who in the Company is involved, but because our orders were given through the Bureau, I'm afraid that officials there may be involved as well."
All three of the agents still sitting at the table stared straight ahead looking a little shell-shocked.
"Man…….we are in deep shit," Cody muttered.
"Exactly. So that's why I'm going to ask all of you once again, if you still want to continue with this. Now's the time to get clear, if you want out."
"OK, before you go through roll call," Alex interrupted. "We all had a little time this morning to discuss what this case could possibly mean, and we all three decided that we're in, no matter what. So……………. let's get down to business."
Frank looked at his agents and gave them a rare Frank Donovan smile. *They can still surprise me sometimes.*
"Alright…………since that's out of the way, does anyone have any questions before we continue?"
Cody raised his hand timidly, and Frank acknowledged him, "Cody."
"OK, I know I'm going to regret asking this, but……….when Katherine was telling us her story, she never really went into too many details. You know………like………the where's and when's and most importantly…………the who's. I guess I was wondering what kind of targets she was assigned to take out and more importantly, what one made her walk away?"
Frank looked at the younger man and inwardly sighed. *I was hoping they wouldn't ask that question just yet. Well….might as well get it out of the way.*
He looked at his three agents and knew that by telling them, there would be no turning back for any of them. What did Kate say? They would just be one more obstacle to be eliminated. He steeled his determination and finally answered.
"To answer your question………most of her targets were heads of drug cartels, known terrorists and the like, but the one that she couldn't follow through on was…………a hit on Senator John Michaelson."
Their jaws dropped simultaneously and all three looked like deer caught in headlights. It took several minutes before any of them could move or speak, The implications were overwhelming. A member or members of the CIA had in essence put out a hit on another high ranking government official.
Cody picked up a pen and started scribbling furiously. Monica looked at him and asked, "What are you writing?"
"I'm jotting down a reminder to myself to stop asking stupid questions," he replied and then turned to her and said, "Ignorance really is bliss. Not to mention generally a whole lot safer."
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Wednesday afternoon -- 5:50PM -- FBI Headquarters
Jake exited Director Lindford's office and stretched his aching muscles. He had been sitting in that room for the past 7 hours. Even lunch had been brought in so that the discussion would not be interrupted.
He sighed as he closed his eyes and leaned with his back against a nearby wall. Now he knew what 'getting the third degree' really meant. The questions had been endless. Every detail of what he told them was dissected and examined. The men in the room had wanted practically a minute by minute run down of their handling of this case. More importantly, they wanted a blow by blow description of how Frank had conducted it. What had been said to who and when. At what point had Jake realized that his boss had crossed the line. What was Frank's excuse if any? What did Jake believe was the nature of Frank's relationship with Katherine Dawson ?
Question after question after question………. And as the afternoon wore on, Jake felt worse and worse and worse. He might as well have taken a dagger and thrust it between Frank's ribs himself, because as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow, he had just hammered the first nail in his coffin. Jake knew this had to be done. Someone had to do it, to put a stop to it, and he wearily knew that he was the only one that would have been able to handle it.
Not for the first time that day, Jake thought about the rest of his team members and wondered what they would think of his actions. How could he ever face them again?
Especially Alex. She was his partner. His other half, more emotionally connected than most couples that he knew. Would she ever be able to understand that this is what he had to do? Could she ever forgive him?
As all of these thoughts raced through his head, he wondered if he looked as tired as he felt. He didn't think that he'd ever felt this weary in his life. *Betrayal is a tiring business.*
Just then the door to the office opened and the secretary peered out at the young agent. "They're ready for you again, Agent Shaw."
Jake hung his head and wondered absently what they could possibly have left to talk about. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he already knew the answer. They had gone over the details of the case first and then had asked him to step out of the office while they discussed a few matters. No doubt what was to come, was formulating a plan of how to proceed. And somehow he had a sinking feeling that they would ask him to be part of it.
"Agent Shaw?"
Jake looked up at the woman standing in the doorway and gave her a quick smile. Then he proceeded to enter the office yet again. One more nail in the coffin.
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Chapter Twelve
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I hope everyone is still hanging in there. Like I said, all explanations will be coming in the next couple of chapters. And as always, thanks for the feedback. Since this is my first fanfic, all constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated. Thanks again!!
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Wednesday Morning -- 10:35AM -- Somewhere in the greater Chicago area
"Alright…………….I'll be there in about an hour………………Are Alex and Cody on their way?……………….OK……………….Right……………….Thanks Monica…………Bye." Frank disconnected the cell phone and turned to face Kate who was sitting across the living room on the couch, watching him anxiously.
"You have to leave?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.
"Yes. Monica said that she uncovered something, but she didn't want to get into it over the phone," he answered as he watched her ringing her hands endlessly.
He knew that he should leave soon, but thought he had a few minutes in order to calm her nerves. He walked over to the couch and sat beside her. He reached out to take one of her hands and practically had to wrench the two apart.
"It's going to be OK," he said reassuringly. "No one knows you're here. Not even my team. And no one's going to find you. You'll be safe here." As he spoke, he rubbed one of her hands between his own. And due to either his words or the motion of his hands, she seemed to calm down somewhat.
"I know. I'm not worried about my safety. I know that no one will find me, and even if they did, I'm not exactly without the resources to protect myself. No………I'm more worried about you. If they find out that you've hidden me away instead of turning me in, you'll become just another obstacle to them. And these men simply eliminate obstacles without a second thought."
"Ahhhh, but you forget. I'm the only one who knows where you are. If they eliminate me, they'll never find you." He paused to let the weight of his words sink in, and then haltingly continued, "But if anything should happen…….."
Kate stood up suddenly and said, "I don't want to talk about it! You said it yourself……..they can't eliminate you, so don't even say it!!" She paced quickly out of the room and into the kitchen. When Frank followed her, he found her staring out the back window at the large high-fenced backyard.
"Katie, look at me," he quietly commanded as he placed his hands on her shoulders. When she made no motion to move, he nudged her until she turned to face him. Her head was down as she refused to face him. He lifted his hand to her chin and tilted her head up so that he could see her, only to find her eyes closed. "Look at me," he said again. At first he thought that she would ignore him, but her eyes slowly fluttered open and what he saw in them made his heart ache. He gazed into their depths and could see the well of her feelings for him ready to overflow along with the unshed tears.
He could do nothing but stare at her in return, speechless. No words that he could think of at the moment seemed adequate. Maybe after this was all said and done, he could finally tell her everything. But for now, he simply wrapped his arms around her and held on to her as long as he could.
After they stood together for what seemed like hours, but had only been mere moments, Kate finally murmured, "Will you come back here later tonight?"
"I'm not sure. It depends on what Monica and the others have uncovered. I can't promise anything."
"Will you at least call me later so that I know you're alright?"
Frank pulled back from her and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She noticed the hesitation and answered for him, "You're afraid that they may have already sensed that something's wrong and went ahead and had you and your other agents put under surveillance. Isn't that right?"
Frank sighed and answered, "Maybe. I don't really think they've made that type of move yet, but I don't want to take the risk. So until Cody can rig something up for us, no communication outside of this house."
She wearily nodded her head, knowing that he was right. And then added, "I guess I'll just have to keep myself entertained while you're gone."
"Which reminds me. Stay in the house. Don't answer the door or the phone. Keep the shades drawn. And remember that the lights in the house are on timers, so don't try to switch any on manually. The neighbors think that the owners are on vacation and are apt to report seeing anything unusual."
"Won't they think that your coming and going would be unusual?"
"Probably not. I'm good friends with the couple that live here, so the neighbors will just think that I'm here to watch after the house while they're away."
"Very clever, Agent Donovan."
He smiled at her and said, "I have my moments."
"Soooo………I guess it's just lonely ol' me until you get back. Whatever shall I do while you're away I wonder………." With that she rose up and captured his lips with her own. Her kiss was full of passion and Frank responded immediately. As mouths slanted one over the other again and again and tongues dueled furiously, their breathing became ragged as both were completely caught up in this single moment. The outside world faded away and the only thing that remained was the passion that the two shared.
Frank suddenly pulled himself away and held Kate at arms length trying to regain control of himself. He finally was able to look her and what he saw was almost his undoing. Her pupils were dilated from her state of arousal. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly swollen and still moist from the kiss that they had shared. He groaned and nearly flung her away from himself. He turned away from her running his fingers through his short hair in frustration. When he again faced her, he had only one question.
"Why are you doing this now?" he said still breathless.
She smiled seductively and said, "I want you to come back to me later, so I thought I'd leave you with a little incentive."
He stared at her in disbelief and then slowly shook his head.
"You……..," he said pointing at her, "are evil, young lady! How the hell am I supposed to function when all I can think about is dragging you back upstairs and making love to you all afternoon?"
"Well, if you insist," she said enticingly as she slowly sashayed toward him.
"No!!" he yelled and backed further away from her. "I'm having a hard enough time as it is, don't fan the flames any more!"
"I'm sorry…….what did you say was hard?" she asked teasingly with a lecherous smile on her face.
Groaning out loud, he practically stalked over to her, and captured her mouth in one last soul searing kiss. Ending the kiss abruptly, he practically tossed her against the wall only a foot away and proceeded out the door as quickly as he could.
Kate was left bewildered and more than a little excited. "Wow………now that's an exit."
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11:45AM -- The Nest
Frank entered the building and quickly found his agents gathered at the table engrossed in some sort of fervent discussion.
"Good morning," Frank said.
Cody looked at his watch and then his boss and said, "Technically." Frank frowned at the response but chose to ignore it.
"So what do we have?"
"What we have here…….." Cody drawled in his best southern accent, "is failure to communicate." After which he turned to the others with a big grin on his face.
Frank, Alex and Monica stopped what they were doing and just stared at the tech op.
"Cool Hand Luke……….I watched it last night…………..Paul Newman?…………George Kennedy?………….Don't you people ever watch old movies for Christ's sake??" he added, now feeling uncomfortable.
The other three stared a moment longer and then Frank finally said, "So what do we have that has NOTHING to do with old movies?" Shooting Cody a quick annoyed glance.
"As I was about to say before Mr. Movie Mogul interrupted, after you left yesterday, the three of us sat down and went over Katherine's file one last time. Something had always bothered me about it, but I thought that two fresh pair of eyes may notice what I had overlooked."
"And?"
"And……..as much as I hate to admit this, it was actually Cody that noticed the problem."
"Hey! I have my moments of brilliance! Don't sound so surprised!" Cody interjected.
"Let me guess," Frank started, "the file is too perfect."
"You knew already?" was all that Monica could ask.
"I was bothered by the file too, so after looking over it for the 50th time, it finally hit me. Everything was flawless. Every moment of time in this woman's life was documented down to practically the second. Complete names and dates of all contacts made. No blanks to be filled in. So much detail to go on and yet supposedly no other agency or group had been able to come close to catching her."
Frank paced the room while the rest absorbed what he had just told them.
"It was obvious that the file was a very good forgery. Too good. Now the question is………why us? Why were we the ones brought in on this case?" Frank pondered.
"Well, capturing a wanted felon is right up our alley. Don't you think?" Alex asked.
"Yes, if that's all this was. My real question is………did these people consider the possibility that we would find out the truth along the way?" Frank returned.
"Are you asking if they asked for this unit to take over the case because of your background? That they wanted you to find out that Katherine's CIA and not a contract killer?" Monica asked with a twinge of disbelief in her voice.
"You think I'm being paranoid?" Frank asked as he stopped his pacing.
Monica sighed, looked down at the table in front of her for a few seconds, and then finally replied, "Under any other circumstances, I would say yes……you're being paranoid, but with the twists and turns this case is taking, quite frankly, I'm not so sure."
"Can I ask a question?" Alex interjected. Frank turned to look at her and nodded for her to continue. "All right……….since we're talking about you're credentials, how is it that you didn't know this woman already?………… I mean, she's worked for the CIA for many years……….you worked for the CIA for many years………..how did the two of you never cross paths before? If you don't mind me asking?"
Frank resumed his pacing while pondering his answer. "You have to understand the Company. There are very few who know all the details about every project that's underway. What I mean is………unless you're a high ranking official, you don't really know what your fellow agents are up to. That's why there's such an aura of mystery to the division. As secretive as the Bureau can be, the CIA is a hundred times worse."
"I guess that's what really has me worried ………the implications of this case," Frank continued. "Kate says that she was receiving classified assignments from high ranking officials and that they're the ones who double crossed her when she refused to follow through on one of those assignments. Now…….not only do we have to find out who in the Company is involved, but because our orders were given through the Bureau, I'm afraid that officials there may be involved as well."
All three of the agents still sitting at the table stared straight ahead looking a little shell-shocked.
"Man…….we are in deep shit," Cody muttered.
"Exactly. So that's why I'm going to ask all of you once again, if you still want to continue with this. Now's the time to get clear, if you want out."
"OK, before you go through roll call," Alex interrupted. "We all had a little time this morning to discuss what this case could possibly mean, and we all three decided that we're in, no matter what. So……………. let's get down to business."
Frank looked at his agents and gave them a rare Frank Donovan smile. *They can still surprise me sometimes.*
"Alright…………since that's out of the way, does anyone have any questions before we continue?"
Cody raised his hand timidly, and Frank acknowledged him, "Cody."
"OK, I know I'm going to regret asking this, but……….when Katherine was telling us her story, she never really went into too many details. You know………like………the where's and when's and most importantly…………the who's. I guess I was wondering what kind of targets she was assigned to take out and more importantly, what one made her walk away?"
Frank looked at the younger man and inwardly sighed. *I was hoping they wouldn't ask that question just yet. Well….might as well get it out of the way.*
He looked at his three agents and knew that by telling them, there would be no turning back for any of them. What did Kate say? They would just be one more obstacle to be eliminated. He steeled his determination and finally answered.
"To answer your question………most of her targets were heads of drug cartels, known terrorists and the like, but the one that she couldn't follow through on was…………a hit on Senator John Michaelson."
Their jaws dropped simultaneously and all three looked like deer caught in headlights. It took several minutes before any of them could move or speak, The implications were overwhelming. A member or members of the CIA had in essence put out a hit on another high ranking government official.
Cody picked up a pen and started scribbling furiously. Monica looked at him and asked, "What are you writing?"
"I'm jotting down a reminder to myself to stop asking stupid questions," he replied and then turned to her and said, "Ignorance really is bliss. Not to mention generally a whole lot safer."
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Wednesday afternoon -- 5:50PM -- FBI Headquarters
Jake exited Director Lindford's office and stretched his aching muscles. He had been sitting in that room for the past 7 hours. Even lunch had been brought in so that the discussion would not be interrupted.
He sighed as he closed his eyes and leaned with his back against a nearby wall. Now he knew what 'getting the third degree' really meant. The questions had been endless. Every detail of what he told them was dissected and examined. The men in the room had wanted practically a minute by minute run down of their handling of this case. More importantly, they wanted a blow by blow description of how Frank had conducted it. What had been said to who and when. At what point had Jake realized that his boss had crossed the line. What was Frank's excuse if any? What did Jake believe was the nature of Frank's relationship with Katherine Dawson ?
Question after question after question………. And as the afternoon wore on, Jake felt worse and worse and worse. He might as well have taken a dagger and thrust it between Frank's ribs himself, because as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow, he had just hammered the first nail in his coffin. Jake knew this had to be done. Someone had to do it, to put a stop to it, and he wearily knew that he was the only one that would have been able to handle it.
Not for the first time that day, Jake thought about the rest of his team members and wondered what they would think of his actions. How could he ever face them again?
Especially Alex. She was his partner. His other half, more emotionally connected than most couples that he knew. Would she ever be able to understand that this is what he had to do? Could she ever forgive him?
As all of these thoughts raced through his head, he wondered if he looked as tired as he felt. He didn't think that he'd ever felt this weary in his life. *Betrayal is a tiring business.*
Just then the door to the office opened and the secretary peered out at the young agent. "They're ready for you again, Agent Shaw."
Jake hung his head and wondered absently what they could possibly have left to talk about. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he already knew the answer. They had gone over the details of the case first and then had asked him to step out of the office while they discussed a few matters. No doubt what was to come, was formulating a plan of how to proceed. And somehow he had a sinking feeling that they would ask him to be part of it.
"Agent Shaw?"
Jake looked up at the woman standing in the doorway and gave her a quick smile. Then he proceeded to enter the office yet again. One more nail in the coffin.
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