a/n: hey all so here's the next chapter sorry it took so long… just wondering if u guys want this to be just the one story or if it should have a squeal… r&r and tell me there…thanxs….enjoy…
Chapter 5: Meetings
Alex looked over at the door as Bobby and Claire walked in, interrupting her debriefing. The Official looked a little angry as well.
"Bobby, this better be important." He said
"It is Chief." Bobby said looking at Claire.
"Well out with it then." The Official said. When Bobby didn't reply Claire stepped forward and cleared her throat.
"Sir, Darien's been kidnapped."
***
Eberts looked over at Bobby and Claire. After a hour of being yelled at and questioned they both looked tired.
"Sir. We should be out there looking for him not in here debating." Claire said speaking up for the first time in awhile.
"Ms.Keeply, you are right, of course, but as you might have noticed we have no idea where to start." Eberts said.
Bobby glared at him. " Shut-up Eberts." He said.
"Enough." Alex said standing up. "I think Bobby and I should hit the street and see if we can find anything out before it's too late." She said.
After a moment the Official nodded.
"Right, let's go." Bobby said as he got out of his seat and him and Ms.Monroe left.
***
"Bobby, we've got to head back. It's been more than two hours. There's nowhere else to go to." Alex said from the passenger seat.
"Actually there's just one place left that I want to hit before we turn in." Bobby slowly said as he took a left. Then the car came to a halt in a parking lot of an apartment building.
"Bobby, What are we doing here?" Alex said, sounding annoyed.
"Darien knows a guy that lives here. Gives good information."
Alex sighed. "I guess it's worth a shot. We've got nothing to lose."
"Except time." Bobby said softly following Alex into the ground floor waiting area.
***
Claire was in the keep when her phone rang. She reached over and picked it up.
"Hello."
"Hello." Came a female voice.
"What do you want?" Claire asked suddenly recognizing the voice.
"Not much. Just needing to know what's wrong with your friend here."
Claire thought for a moment then realized that Darien must have gone QSM.
"Why, what's wrong with him?" Claire said trying to sound worried.
The other woman bought it. "He's acting differently, and his eyes are blood-shot."
"He needs his shot." Claire said
"And I bet you want me to bring him to you."
"No. Actually, I'll meet you in 2 hours at a bar named A.C.S. Do you know where it is?"
"I think I can find it." The woman said.
"See you in two hours then." Then the phone went dead.
Okay two hours. I've gotta get to work. Then Claire walked out of the Keep and to the elevator.
***
An hour and a half later Claire was packing her stuff up. She put the new and improved counteragent into a carry case and grabbed her keys. She took one last look around and then left.
***
Cassandra took one last look at Darien, who was still hanging from her ceiling. Somehow he's different. She thought to herself as she grabbed her keys and jacket then left the room heading straight to her car and drove to the small meeting place.
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Cassandra walked into the small bar and almost ran into a waitress.
"Sorry." She mumbled as she moved to the bar. She sat down and ordered a Bourban. The barkeeper passed her the drink and then nodded to a woman in the far corner of the place.
"That's Claire there." She said.
"Thanks." Cassandra said, not even asking how she knew she was here to talk to her. She picked up her drink and moved to the same table as Claire.
"Hi." Cassandra finally said
"Hello." stated Claire with a curt nod.
"Do you have what I need?"
"Yes." Claire placed the case containing the counteragent on the table. Cassandra opened the case to make sure there were no tracing devices and that the shot was there.
"Is there anything I need to know?"
"Yes."
Cassandra nodded. "What?"
"That when my partner's and I get a hold of you, you're dead."
Cassandra began to laugh. After she finished her drink, she stood up. Then she grabbed the case and left, leaving Claire at the table to order another drink