East Fourth Street, New York City
"Well, this seems too easy in finding her." Alex said, sitting in the van, lighting a cigarette.
"Beats looking all over the country for her." Cody complained, thinking of Nicole. "Alex is right, it does seem to easy."
"Only a few people knew her real identity." Donovan said over the headset, "Agent Mansfield was one and our boss in Washington was the other."
"Buck up, Cody," Jake laughed, "You've only been gone a week. Nicole will still remember you."
"Door's slightly open," Donovan reported. "Jake, cover me."
Jake nodded and followed Donovan into the apartment, guns drawn. Everything in the living room seemed to be in place. No sign of a struggle. Jake stopped as soon as Donovan raised a hand and motioned towards the bedroom.
Backs to the wall, the agents slowly made their way to the room. Donovan inched up towards the bedroom door that was slightly ajar. Inside the room he saw a man looking through the drawers. Donovan carefully pushed the door open and saw the man stiffen up.
"Federal Agents!" Donovan yelled, aim his gun at the man's back. "Hands up."
He watched as the stranger raised both hands, a gun in his right hand.
"Drop the gun and slowly move away from it!" Jake ordered, covering Donovan's back. They watched the stranger drop the gun onto the bed and stepped away from it. "Turn around!"
Donovan watched as the stranger turned and he dropped his head and shook it. "Son of a bitch," he muttered.
"Nice to see you too, mate." the stranger smirked, "I was wonderin' when we'd meet up."
"Jason," Donovan acknowledged, "what are you doing here?"
"You know this guy?" Jake asked, picking up the gun.
"That's my property," Jason warned, "I'll want it back. Thought I'd take in the sights here in the Americas."
"Tourist visa?" Donovan asked, taking the gun from Jake.
"What do you think?" Jason laughed, plopping down onto the bed, "I'm too old to travel on a student visa."
"You know about Robertson." Donovan stated.
"Yea, bloody bastard blew up my car." Jason replied sticking an unlit cigarette into his mouth, "I loved that car. Not as much as seeing my ex-wife's face when I told her what 'appened to it."
"You have no authority here." Donovan warned.
"Hey, I just want monetary satisfaction from the bloke." Jason reasoned, "The girl doesn't live here anymore."
"Girl?" Donovan asked, acting like he had no idea what Jason was talking about, "What girl?"
"Don't give that bleedin' innocent act Frank." Jason huffed, "The girl who Robertson thinks is his real daughter. The daughter he wants back. The girl I'm here to protect."
"She's not your concern." Jake said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Like the person who lives here would notice." Jason growled taking the offending cigarette back.
"Go back to England Jason." Donovan warned, giving Jason his gun back, "Robertson finds out he didn't kill you, he'll try again. Leave the girl to us."
"Unless she aged and had a sex change, this isn't her loft." Jason smirked tossing a picture frame to Donovan. The picture was of a middle aged man holding what looked like his grandchildren. Jason stopped at the door and looked at Donovan, "It wasn't just your country that put this girl in danger Frank. Mine did too. I'm going to make it right."
"That guy has some balls," Jake said placing the picture back. "but he's right though. This isn't her place."
"Alex!" Donovan barked into his headset.
"You don't have to shout," she bit back.
"In about five minutes a man about six foot one, brown hair wearing a black rain coat will be coming out the front door," Donovan described the other man, "Follow him. He knows more than what he's letting on."
"Got it," Alex replied getting out of the van. She walked over to the newsstand and started to flip through a magazine. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the guy walk out of the building. "He just came out. I'm off."
"TAXI!" he yelled, waving one down, "Marriott East Side on Lexington."
"He's getting into a taxi, Donovan," Alex whispered into her headset, "I'll let you know where he gets out."
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"Alex is waiting for us in the hotel lobby." Monica reported to Donovan as he climbed into the van.
"So, this guy, Jason, he's a spy right?" Jake asked trying to figure everything out.
"Not in so many words," Donovan admitted, "Jason Williamson is with MI5. England and France were the other countries involved in taking down Robertson."
"What's he doing here?" Cody asked, swerving their way through traffic.
"He said he wants to make things right for the girl." Donovan sighed, "He's been sent here to kill Robertson."
"I knew it was too good to be true to find her this easy." Cody muttered pulling across the street from the hotel.
"Cody, if you want to go to Nicole, go. I don't blame you." Donovan said placing a hand on his shoulder.
"No, you're stuck with me until this is done." Cody replied. He remembered all to well how Donovan treated Morgan like she was glass throughout her pregnancy. She wanted to kill him. He didn't want Nicole to feel like that. "Besides, you guys might hurt my toys."
"Not to be the pain in the ass in this," Jake said looking around the lobby for Alex, "but are you ever going to tell us her name. Or are we just going to refer to her as 'the girl'."
"And are we going to see what she looks like?" Alex asked joining them at the elevator. "He's on the thirty-sixth floor. A suite no less."
"Really?' Cody smirked, "Maybe I should go work for the English. I like their perks."
"Your sense of humor will fit right in." Donovan replied, handing a picture to Alex, "I have a surprise for our English friend."
"When was this taken?" she asked.
"This is Lily Romano." Donovan explained, "She was twenty years old in this picture. That's Robertson next to her. She's about twenty-five now."
"She's cute," Jake smiled, studying the picture.
"She had no idea what she was getting into." Donovan sighed, "It wasn't until near the end of the assignment she realized how dangerous posing as his daughter was."
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"It's me." Jason spat into his cell phone, "The apartment was a bust. Seems like she moved from there awhile ago."
"Is this a secure line?" the voice on the other end demanded.
"What do you think?" Jason drawled, "I'm a spy for cryin' out loud! Of course it's a secure line. Frank Donovan survived the attempt on his life. Not a scratch on the wanker."
"Make sure Donovan doesn't interfere. You know what to do if he does." the voice said.
"Gladly," Jason smirked. He looked up when he heard the knock on the door. He threw a shirt on, not caring that the front was still unbuttoned, "Gotta go, mate. Room service."
"Find the girl and keep her safe."
"'Bout bloody time you showed up," Jason said throwing the door open. Jason chuckled when he saw Donovan and company standing in his doorway. "I was wonderin' when you'd get around to findin' me."
Jason backed up and motioned for them to enter the room. He leaned across the door way and blocked Alex from coming in.
"Move Austin Powers before I make you move." Alex huffed, moving his arm out of the way. Monica and Cody couldn't keep the laughter in.
Jason faked a heartbroken look and walked over to the wet bar and poured himself a drink. He motioned as to see if anyone else wanted to join him. He shrugged his shoulders when they turned him down.
"Why are you really here Jason?" Donovan demanded, leaning against the wall.
"Like I said, I'm here to see the sights." Jason smiled, sitting down and putting his feet up on the table. "Why are you here?"
"I'm not in the mood for games." Donovan warned, watching Jason put a cigarette into his mouth.
"Neither am I, mate." Jason replied, lighting his cigarette. "Since your boss is bad with the intro, I'm Jason Williamson, lover, fighter, spy."
"Give me a break," Monica muttered walking into the other room.
"Robertson is in this country. We have jurisdiction. Go back to London." Jake sneered.
"Oh, Frank, your little friend has me shakin' in me chair." Jason laughed, shaking his hands. "Does this mean you don't want to work together on this? By the way sweetheart, I knew you were following me since Fourth Avenue, you need to work on it. Willing to learn from me?"
"Bese mi asno!" Alex smiled sweetly.
"Siempre," Jason responded, "Anytime, luv."
"If you're done propositioning my agent, can we get down to business." Donovan hissed, knocking Jason's feet of the table.
"Like I said," Jason growled, standing up and storming over to the door. He flung it open and gestured for them to leave. "I was sent her to keep the girl safe and I'll do that with or with out your help. I get to her first, she's going back to England with me for her own safety. Now buggar off!"
"Really?" Donovan smiled, looking past Jason into the hallway.
"What are you smiling at?" Jason demanded to know, following Donovan's look. "Who the hell are you guys?"
Outside the door, two men in suits were waiting. "Jason, I'd like you to meet Special Agents McCoy and Petrelli. Immigration."
Jason looked at the men and then back to Donovan. He started to laugh, "You bloody bastard!"
"Mr. Williamson, if you would hand over your weapon." Agent McCoy demanded.
"Here you go boys," Monica smiled, giving it to them.
"Now I hope you enjoyed going through my private things, pet." Jason smiled as the agents placed themselves on each side of him, "Remember this Donovan, I get to Lily first, I will keep her safe."
"She's not your concern anymore Jason." Donovan retorted.
"By the way Frank," Jason grinned, "how's your lovely wife? Has she forgiven you yet?"
"Donovan, don't even do it," Jake said grabbing his arm, "he's not worth it."
"You're right Jake," Donovan said, grabbing the open ends of Jason's shirt and fixed it, "but it'll make me feel better." Monica gasped and Alex laughed as they watched Donovan sucker punch Jason. Agent McCoy caught the limp body. "It'll make it easier for you to deport him that way."
"Well, this seems too easy in finding her." Alex said, sitting in the van, lighting a cigarette.
"Beats looking all over the country for her." Cody complained, thinking of Nicole. "Alex is right, it does seem to easy."
"Only a few people knew her real identity." Donovan said over the headset, "Agent Mansfield was one and our boss in Washington was the other."
"Buck up, Cody," Jake laughed, "You've only been gone a week. Nicole will still remember you."
"Door's slightly open," Donovan reported. "Jake, cover me."
Jake nodded and followed Donovan into the apartment, guns drawn. Everything in the living room seemed to be in place. No sign of a struggle. Jake stopped as soon as Donovan raised a hand and motioned towards the bedroom.
Backs to the wall, the agents slowly made their way to the room. Donovan inched up towards the bedroom door that was slightly ajar. Inside the room he saw a man looking through the drawers. Donovan carefully pushed the door open and saw the man stiffen up.
"Federal Agents!" Donovan yelled, aim his gun at the man's back. "Hands up."
He watched as the stranger raised both hands, a gun in his right hand.
"Drop the gun and slowly move away from it!" Jake ordered, covering Donovan's back. They watched the stranger drop the gun onto the bed and stepped away from it. "Turn around!"
Donovan watched as the stranger turned and he dropped his head and shook it. "Son of a bitch," he muttered.
"Nice to see you too, mate." the stranger smirked, "I was wonderin' when we'd meet up."
"Jason," Donovan acknowledged, "what are you doing here?"
"You know this guy?" Jake asked, picking up the gun.
"That's my property," Jason warned, "I'll want it back. Thought I'd take in the sights here in the Americas."
"Tourist visa?" Donovan asked, taking the gun from Jake.
"What do you think?" Jason laughed, plopping down onto the bed, "I'm too old to travel on a student visa."
"You know about Robertson." Donovan stated.
"Yea, bloody bastard blew up my car." Jason replied sticking an unlit cigarette into his mouth, "I loved that car. Not as much as seeing my ex-wife's face when I told her what 'appened to it."
"You have no authority here." Donovan warned.
"Hey, I just want monetary satisfaction from the bloke." Jason reasoned, "The girl doesn't live here anymore."
"Girl?" Donovan asked, acting like he had no idea what Jason was talking about, "What girl?"
"Don't give that bleedin' innocent act Frank." Jason huffed, "The girl who Robertson thinks is his real daughter. The daughter he wants back. The girl I'm here to protect."
"She's not your concern." Jake said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Like the person who lives here would notice." Jason growled taking the offending cigarette back.
"Go back to England Jason." Donovan warned, giving Jason his gun back, "Robertson finds out he didn't kill you, he'll try again. Leave the girl to us."
"Unless she aged and had a sex change, this isn't her loft." Jason smirked tossing a picture frame to Donovan. The picture was of a middle aged man holding what looked like his grandchildren. Jason stopped at the door and looked at Donovan, "It wasn't just your country that put this girl in danger Frank. Mine did too. I'm going to make it right."
"That guy has some balls," Jake said placing the picture back. "but he's right though. This isn't her place."
"Alex!" Donovan barked into his headset.
"You don't have to shout," she bit back.
"In about five minutes a man about six foot one, brown hair wearing a black rain coat will be coming out the front door," Donovan described the other man, "Follow him. He knows more than what he's letting on."
"Got it," Alex replied getting out of the van. She walked over to the newsstand and started to flip through a magazine. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the guy walk out of the building. "He just came out. I'm off."
"TAXI!" he yelled, waving one down, "Marriott East Side on Lexington."
"He's getting into a taxi, Donovan," Alex whispered into her headset, "I'll let you know where he gets out."
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"Alex is waiting for us in the hotel lobby." Monica reported to Donovan as he climbed into the van.
"So, this guy, Jason, he's a spy right?" Jake asked trying to figure everything out.
"Not in so many words," Donovan admitted, "Jason Williamson is with MI5. England and France were the other countries involved in taking down Robertson."
"What's he doing here?" Cody asked, swerving their way through traffic.
"He said he wants to make things right for the girl." Donovan sighed, "He's been sent here to kill Robertson."
"I knew it was too good to be true to find her this easy." Cody muttered pulling across the street from the hotel.
"Cody, if you want to go to Nicole, go. I don't blame you." Donovan said placing a hand on his shoulder.
"No, you're stuck with me until this is done." Cody replied. He remembered all to well how Donovan treated Morgan like she was glass throughout her pregnancy. She wanted to kill him. He didn't want Nicole to feel like that. "Besides, you guys might hurt my toys."
"Not to be the pain in the ass in this," Jake said looking around the lobby for Alex, "but are you ever going to tell us her name. Or are we just going to refer to her as 'the girl'."
"And are we going to see what she looks like?" Alex asked joining them at the elevator. "He's on the thirty-sixth floor. A suite no less."
"Really?' Cody smirked, "Maybe I should go work for the English. I like their perks."
"Your sense of humor will fit right in." Donovan replied, handing a picture to Alex, "I have a surprise for our English friend."
"When was this taken?" she asked.
"This is Lily Romano." Donovan explained, "She was twenty years old in this picture. That's Robertson next to her. She's about twenty-five now."
"She's cute," Jake smiled, studying the picture.
"She had no idea what she was getting into." Donovan sighed, "It wasn't until near the end of the assignment she realized how dangerous posing as his daughter was."
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"It's me." Jason spat into his cell phone, "The apartment was a bust. Seems like she moved from there awhile ago."
"Is this a secure line?" the voice on the other end demanded.
"What do you think?" Jason drawled, "I'm a spy for cryin' out loud! Of course it's a secure line. Frank Donovan survived the attempt on his life. Not a scratch on the wanker."
"Make sure Donovan doesn't interfere. You know what to do if he does." the voice said.
"Gladly," Jason smirked. He looked up when he heard the knock on the door. He threw a shirt on, not caring that the front was still unbuttoned, "Gotta go, mate. Room service."
"Find the girl and keep her safe."
"'Bout bloody time you showed up," Jason said throwing the door open. Jason chuckled when he saw Donovan and company standing in his doorway. "I was wonderin' when you'd get around to findin' me."
Jason backed up and motioned for them to enter the room. He leaned across the door way and blocked Alex from coming in.
"Move Austin Powers before I make you move." Alex huffed, moving his arm out of the way. Monica and Cody couldn't keep the laughter in.
Jason faked a heartbroken look and walked over to the wet bar and poured himself a drink. He motioned as to see if anyone else wanted to join him. He shrugged his shoulders when they turned him down.
"Why are you really here Jason?" Donovan demanded, leaning against the wall.
"Like I said, I'm here to see the sights." Jason smiled, sitting down and putting his feet up on the table. "Why are you here?"
"I'm not in the mood for games." Donovan warned, watching Jason put a cigarette into his mouth.
"Neither am I, mate." Jason replied, lighting his cigarette. "Since your boss is bad with the intro, I'm Jason Williamson, lover, fighter, spy."
"Give me a break," Monica muttered walking into the other room.
"Robertson is in this country. We have jurisdiction. Go back to London." Jake sneered.
"Oh, Frank, your little friend has me shakin' in me chair." Jason laughed, shaking his hands. "Does this mean you don't want to work together on this? By the way sweetheart, I knew you were following me since Fourth Avenue, you need to work on it. Willing to learn from me?"
"Bese mi asno!" Alex smiled sweetly.
"Siempre," Jason responded, "Anytime, luv."
"If you're done propositioning my agent, can we get down to business." Donovan hissed, knocking Jason's feet of the table.
"Like I said," Jason growled, standing up and storming over to the door. He flung it open and gestured for them to leave. "I was sent her to keep the girl safe and I'll do that with or with out your help. I get to her first, she's going back to England with me for her own safety. Now buggar off!"
"Really?" Donovan smiled, looking past Jason into the hallway.
"What are you smiling at?" Jason demanded to know, following Donovan's look. "Who the hell are you guys?"
Outside the door, two men in suits were waiting. "Jason, I'd like you to meet Special Agents McCoy and Petrelli. Immigration."
Jason looked at the men and then back to Donovan. He started to laugh, "You bloody bastard!"
"Mr. Williamson, if you would hand over your weapon." Agent McCoy demanded.
"Here you go boys," Monica smiled, giving it to them.
"Now I hope you enjoyed going through my private things, pet." Jason smiled as the agents placed themselves on each side of him, "Remember this Donovan, I get to Lily first, I will keep her safe."
"She's not your concern anymore Jason." Donovan retorted.
"By the way Frank," Jason grinned, "how's your lovely wife? Has she forgiven you yet?"
"Donovan, don't even do it," Jake said grabbing his arm, "he's not worth it."
"You're right Jake," Donovan said, grabbing the open ends of Jason's shirt and fixed it, "but it'll make me feel better." Monica gasped and Alex laughed as they watched Donovan sucker punch Jason. Agent McCoy caught the limp body. "It'll make it easier for you to deport him that way."