~One For the Road~
Rated R
Chapter Two: London Calling
"What do you mean, you're moving?" Monica almost looked angry, and the rest of his friends looked shocked.
"Job transfer," Chandler shrugged. It had been a week since The Incident, and he was getting antsy. The longer he stayed here, the more danger he put his friends in.
"You could have said NO," Monica hissed. Inside, her heart was breaking. Chandler was her best friend---the one she went to when everything in her life was going sour! He couldn't leave her like this, he just couldn't!
"I'm sorry, Mon, I can't," Chandler looked hurt.
"I know," Monica sighed.
"When do you leave," Joey asked.
"Sunday."
~****~
Nicholas sat alone in his London flat a week later, when his phone rang. It was the first of two calls that would change everything.
"Yeah," Nicholas said flatly.
"Nicholas, it's me. We need to talk."
"Alright. I'll meet you at our usual place in an hour."
Nicholas hung up the phone, and sighed. His other phone rang, and Nicholas jumped, startled.
"Yeah?"
"Chandler?"
"Uh, Ross! Hey!"
"How, uh, how are you, man?"
"Oh, you know, just trying to get used to the British," Chandler laughed.
"Well, uh, I have some news!"
"Yeah?"
"I'm getting married!"
"Wow! Congratulations, Ross!"
"Wait, there's more! We're getting married in London!"
"Wow! Uh, that's great! When, uh, when is the wedding?"
"In a month! London Baybee!" Ross laughed.
"Well, you'll have to let me know all the details..listen, I have to go, but uh, tell everyone hi, okay?"
"Will do! Bye!"
"Bye," Chandler hung up the phone, and sighed. Could this BE any worse?
~**~
"What's going on?" Chandler sat down at a dark table inside a dark, nondescript pub in downtown London.
"We found out some information that may connect to the attempt on your life," the gray-haired British man said softly.
"What is it?"
"Nicholas, it's about what happened in Yemen."
"Yemen?" Nicholas went white.
"You do remember that mission, right?"
Nicholas sat back in the seat, deflated. How could he forget what happened in Yemen? It haunted his dreams; it made him question himself, and his abilities.
"Nicholas, we have reason to believe that Yuri is behind this."
"But he was detained by Scotland Yard, a year ago!"
"No, he wasn't. They had the wrong man."
Nicholas shook his head. "What are we going to do?"
"We have no reason to believe that Yuri has detected your presence in London. But that does not mean he isn't looking. You must lay low until we can find out more. Any word from New York?"
"I'll call Penelope today," Nicholas mumbled.
"We'll do what we can, Nicholas. But the Network's resources are limited, you know that."
"I know."
"I'll call you," the man said, as he stood up and left the pub.
Nicholas put his head in his hands, and wondered just how he was going to juggle all of this.
~**~
"Hello?"
"It's Nicholas."
"What's wrong?" "Penelope, I need you to send me everything you have on the incident in Yemen."
"Yemen? Nick, I thought you put all of that behind you?"
"It's not me..Anna's father is after me."
"I thought he was---"
"He's not. Get me the information as fast as you can, okay? And see if you can track whether or not Yuri is still in New York."
"Okay. Take care of yourself, Nicky, okay?"
"I will."
Nicholas hung up the phone and sighed. He needed to lay low, but he also needed to make sure that his friends were safe---how was he going to do both at once?
~*~
AN: Okay, the chapters are short-but they are all kind of setting stuff up. Let me know if anything is confusing-and review! Thx!!
~A~
Rated R
Chapter Two: London Calling
"What do you mean, you're moving?" Monica almost looked angry, and the rest of his friends looked shocked.
"Job transfer," Chandler shrugged. It had been a week since The Incident, and he was getting antsy. The longer he stayed here, the more danger he put his friends in.
"You could have said NO," Monica hissed. Inside, her heart was breaking. Chandler was her best friend---the one she went to when everything in her life was going sour! He couldn't leave her like this, he just couldn't!
"I'm sorry, Mon, I can't," Chandler looked hurt.
"I know," Monica sighed.
"When do you leave," Joey asked.
"Sunday."
~****~
Nicholas sat alone in his London flat a week later, when his phone rang. It was the first of two calls that would change everything.
"Yeah," Nicholas said flatly.
"Nicholas, it's me. We need to talk."
"Alright. I'll meet you at our usual place in an hour."
Nicholas hung up the phone, and sighed. His other phone rang, and Nicholas jumped, startled.
"Yeah?"
"Chandler?"
"Uh, Ross! Hey!"
"How, uh, how are you, man?"
"Oh, you know, just trying to get used to the British," Chandler laughed.
"Well, uh, I have some news!"
"Yeah?"
"I'm getting married!"
"Wow! Congratulations, Ross!"
"Wait, there's more! We're getting married in London!"
"Wow! Uh, that's great! When, uh, when is the wedding?"
"In a month! London Baybee!" Ross laughed.
"Well, you'll have to let me know all the details..listen, I have to go, but uh, tell everyone hi, okay?"
"Will do! Bye!"
"Bye," Chandler hung up the phone, and sighed. Could this BE any worse?
~**~
"What's going on?" Chandler sat down at a dark table inside a dark, nondescript pub in downtown London.
"We found out some information that may connect to the attempt on your life," the gray-haired British man said softly.
"What is it?"
"Nicholas, it's about what happened in Yemen."
"Yemen?" Nicholas went white.
"You do remember that mission, right?"
Nicholas sat back in the seat, deflated. How could he forget what happened in Yemen? It haunted his dreams; it made him question himself, and his abilities.
"Nicholas, we have reason to believe that Yuri is behind this."
"But he was detained by Scotland Yard, a year ago!"
"No, he wasn't. They had the wrong man."
Nicholas shook his head. "What are we going to do?"
"We have no reason to believe that Yuri has detected your presence in London. But that does not mean he isn't looking. You must lay low until we can find out more. Any word from New York?"
"I'll call Penelope today," Nicholas mumbled.
"We'll do what we can, Nicholas. But the Network's resources are limited, you know that."
"I know."
"I'll call you," the man said, as he stood up and left the pub.
Nicholas put his head in his hands, and wondered just how he was going to juggle all of this.
~**~
"Hello?"
"It's Nicholas."
"What's wrong?" "Penelope, I need you to send me everything you have on the incident in Yemen."
"Yemen? Nick, I thought you put all of that behind you?"
"It's not me..Anna's father is after me."
"I thought he was---"
"He's not. Get me the information as fast as you can, okay? And see if you can track whether or not Yuri is still in New York."
"Okay. Take care of yourself, Nicky, okay?"
"I will."
Nicholas hung up the phone and sighed. He needed to lay low, but he also needed to make sure that his friends were safe---how was he going to do both at once?
~*~
AN: Okay, the chapters are short-but they are all kind of setting stuff up. Let me know if anything is confusing-and review! Thx!!
~A~