Special Agent Tristan Dugrey
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tristan and Rory
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Gilmoreland.
CHAPTER 2
Rory looks curiously at the man in front of her. There was something about his piercing blue eyes that reminded her of a forgotten Chilton prince.
No, it couldn't be, she thought.
"Tristan?" she whispered as she searches his face for recognition.
He smiled at her politely. "Pardon? I believe you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Michael LeMuelle," Tristan informed her with ease. Years of CIA training have made him the master of deception.
"Oh, excuse my mistake but your face looks very familiar," Rory explained as she continues her intense scrutiny.
"I know for sure we have not met before," Tristan said, "I could never forget a beautiful face such as yours."
Rory blushes and tears her gaze away from his captivating eyes. "I'm Rory," she said softly, "Rory Gilmore."
Tristan moves Rory's hand to his lips and places a soft kiss. "It's a pleasure to have made your acquaintance, Miss Gilmore."
Surprised by his charming gesture, Rory returns her gaze to his handsome face. Her eyes connected with his and neither wanted to look away or even blink for fear of ending the intimate moment. Rory observes something so seductive and powerful by the way he moves, the way he looks at her, and the way he touches her. Rory begins to relax and slowly she closes the gap between them, unconsciously pressing her body slightly against his.
Tristan's heart begins to race at her closeness and the warmth of her body. The tempo of the music changes and the orchestra quiets down to a slow soulful music. Tristan tightens his gentle hold on Rory's slender waist and begins to guide their bodies around the dance floor. He inhales her exquisite scent giving his senses a rush of rapture. He turns his attention to her glistening lips and wonder if they still tasted as sweet as he remembered.
Slowly, Rory glides her hands from his broad shoulders to the base of his head where she begins to caress his short silky hair.
At each contact, Tristan feels bolts of electricity shoot through his entire body. Tristan closes his eyes and places his face next to hers so that their cheeks touched ever so slightly.
"The music stopped." Rory whispered softly.
"Did it?" Tristan asked. Realizing that they were still dancing on a now empty dance floor, Tristan reluctantly pulls away.
Tristan escorts her back to her table where he receives a threatening glare from Richard Gilmore. Tristan politely nods at Richard and gives a warm smile to Rory before heading back to his table near the back. He was assigned that location due to its perfect view of the entire room, all the entrances, and an easy escape route. Tristan sat down on his seat and waited for the speaker to begin.
"I'd like to give a toast," an elderly man said as he rose from his table.
Suddenly, a loud sound of shattering glass from the ceiling erupts and people scream and scrabble under the table for cover. Several men dressed in black propel down a cable connected from the ceiling to the ballroom floor. More shattering of glass as other men burst through the gigantic French windows that faced the garden.
Tristan and his men pull out their guns and begin to shoot at the masked assassins.
"Everyone stay down," ordered Tristan. He ducks behind a table to reload his gun and that is when he heard a startling announcement.
"Would everyone like to see your precious President Condoleezza Rice dead?" a man with a heavy accent threatened. He pressed his gun more forcefully to her head for emphasis.
Tristan motions his ops to seize fire and wait. He watches helplessly as they begin to take other people hostage. He grips his gun tighter when a man approached Ambassador Gilmore and ordered Richard to get up and follow him.
A loud yelp came from the masked man when Rory bravely but stupidly stabs him with her steak knife. The man pulls her by her hair and drags her to the group of hostages. He returns to Richard, knocks him unconscious, and drags his body back to the group.
Tristan swore under his breath as he saw the scene unfold. More men entered the room informing the leader that the transportation was ready. The hostages were taken outside where a vehicle was waiting and in minutes they were gone.
************
(CIA HEADQUARTERS)
A group of ten men and women sat quietly around a large conference table waiting for Keatings to enter the room. They knew that their country was at high risk as their president and several important world leaders are kept hostage. Keatings storms into the room with his face flush from anger and stress. He projects a map of the building onto a screen where he quickly goes over the best entrance and escape route.
"We have to move quickly and very discreetly. From the information we have gathered, they are keeping the hostages in Greece." Keatings said. "Agent Valene, I want you head this operation. I want everyone in this room to report to Parker for artillery before heading to the plane."
Everyone except Tristan files out of the room to prep for their next mission.
"What I don't understand is what happened to all the bodyguards that were suppose to be guarding the perimeter? And inside, we were outnumbered three to one." Tristan said as he rose from his seat.
"Those bodyguards were actually hired gun from the same enemy group that invaded the presidential gala. Apparently, they have been planning this for a long time." Keatings informed him before rushing out the door.
***********
(PHYLUS, GREECE)
The team entered the building with ease. They were able to locate the hostages and in a short amount of time. The rescue chopper was called in to airlift that hostages back to the United States.
After successfully exiting the building, Tristan looks frantically at the group of hostages in search of Rory. He spots Richard Gilmore and quickly goes to him. "Mr. Gilmore, what happened to Rory?" he asked.
Richard looks at him with sadness, "I don't know. I've been unconscious the majority of the time. Please find her."
"I won't stop until I do." Tristan said with determination before heading over to the commanding agent.
"Where missing Ambassador Gilmore's granddaughter." Tristan informs Agent Valene as they start boarding the hostages into the helicopter.
"We don't have time Dugrey," Agent Valene said, "If she's not here with all the other hostages, she's probably dead."
Tristan looked at her with anger. "I can't leave without her," he said with finality.
"I'm ordering you to board that helicopter." Valene yelled.
"I can't," Tristan said.
"Tristan, I can't guarantee a safe passage later for you with or without that girl," Valene tells him honestly.
"It's a risk I'm willing to take." Tristan said before hading back into the building.
**********
Rory sat huddled in the corner in a dark cold room. She could hear rats scurry across the floor and felt the constant drip of water coming from the ceiling. She shouldn't have stabbed that man. What the hell was she thinking, like that would actually save her grandfather. Now she was stuck in god knows where, cold, wet, and starving.
A door swings open a bright light shines through it. She presses her body closer to the wall trying to distance herself further from the person that was about to enter. A figure of a man steps inside holding a gun in his hands. Rory could not see who it was because of the blinding light behind him.
The man walks quickly towards her.
"Mary," Tristan whispers as he takes her into his arms.
.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tristan and Rory
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Gilmoreland.
CHAPTER 2
Rory looks curiously at the man in front of her. There was something about his piercing blue eyes that reminded her of a forgotten Chilton prince.
No, it couldn't be, she thought.
"Tristan?" she whispered as she searches his face for recognition.
He smiled at her politely. "Pardon? I believe you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Michael LeMuelle," Tristan informed her with ease. Years of CIA training have made him the master of deception.
"Oh, excuse my mistake but your face looks very familiar," Rory explained as she continues her intense scrutiny.
"I know for sure we have not met before," Tristan said, "I could never forget a beautiful face such as yours."
Rory blushes and tears her gaze away from his captivating eyes. "I'm Rory," she said softly, "Rory Gilmore."
Tristan moves Rory's hand to his lips and places a soft kiss. "It's a pleasure to have made your acquaintance, Miss Gilmore."
Surprised by his charming gesture, Rory returns her gaze to his handsome face. Her eyes connected with his and neither wanted to look away or even blink for fear of ending the intimate moment. Rory observes something so seductive and powerful by the way he moves, the way he looks at her, and the way he touches her. Rory begins to relax and slowly she closes the gap between them, unconsciously pressing her body slightly against his.
Tristan's heart begins to race at her closeness and the warmth of her body. The tempo of the music changes and the orchestra quiets down to a slow soulful music. Tristan tightens his gentle hold on Rory's slender waist and begins to guide their bodies around the dance floor. He inhales her exquisite scent giving his senses a rush of rapture. He turns his attention to her glistening lips and wonder if they still tasted as sweet as he remembered.
Slowly, Rory glides her hands from his broad shoulders to the base of his head where she begins to caress his short silky hair.
At each contact, Tristan feels bolts of electricity shoot through his entire body. Tristan closes his eyes and places his face next to hers so that their cheeks touched ever so slightly.
"The music stopped." Rory whispered softly.
"Did it?" Tristan asked. Realizing that they were still dancing on a now empty dance floor, Tristan reluctantly pulls away.
Tristan escorts her back to her table where he receives a threatening glare from Richard Gilmore. Tristan politely nods at Richard and gives a warm smile to Rory before heading back to his table near the back. He was assigned that location due to its perfect view of the entire room, all the entrances, and an easy escape route. Tristan sat down on his seat and waited for the speaker to begin.
"I'd like to give a toast," an elderly man said as he rose from his table.
Suddenly, a loud sound of shattering glass from the ceiling erupts and people scream and scrabble under the table for cover. Several men dressed in black propel down a cable connected from the ceiling to the ballroom floor. More shattering of glass as other men burst through the gigantic French windows that faced the garden.
Tristan and his men pull out their guns and begin to shoot at the masked assassins.
"Everyone stay down," ordered Tristan. He ducks behind a table to reload his gun and that is when he heard a startling announcement.
"Would everyone like to see your precious President Condoleezza Rice dead?" a man with a heavy accent threatened. He pressed his gun more forcefully to her head for emphasis.
Tristan motions his ops to seize fire and wait. He watches helplessly as they begin to take other people hostage. He grips his gun tighter when a man approached Ambassador Gilmore and ordered Richard to get up and follow him.
A loud yelp came from the masked man when Rory bravely but stupidly stabs him with her steak knife. The man pulls her by her hair and drags her to the group of hostages. He returns to Richard, knocks him unconscious, and drags his body back to the group.
Tristan swore under his breath as he saw the scene unfold. More men entered the room informing the leader that the transportation was ready. The hostages were taken outside where a vehicle was waiting and in minutes they were gone.
************
(CIA HEADQUARTERS)
A group of ten men and women sat quietly around a large conference table waiting for Keatings to enter the room. They knew that their country was at high risk as their president and several important world leaders are kept hostage. Keatings storms into the room with his face flush from anger and stress. He projects a map of the building onto a screen where he quickly goes over the best entrance and escape route.
"We have to move quickly and very discreetly. From the information we have gathered, they are keeping the hostages in Greece." Keatings said. "Agent Valene, I want you head this operation. I want everyone in this room to report to Parker for artillery before heading to the plane."
Everyone except Tristan files out of the room to prep for their next mission.
"What I don't understand is what happened to all the bodyguards that were suppose to be guarding the perimeter? And inside, we were outnumbered three to one." Tristan said as he rose from his seat.
"Those bodyguards were actually hired gun from the same enemy group that invaded the presidential gala. Apparently, they have been planning this for a long time." Keatings informed him before rushing out the door.
***********
(PHYLUS, GREECE)
The team entered the building with ease. They were able to locate the hostages and in a short amount of time. The rescue chopper was called in to airlift that hostages back to the United States.
After successfully exiting the building, Tristan looks frantically at the group of hostages in search of Rory. He spots Richard Gilmore and quickly goes to him. "Mr. Gilmore, what happened to Rory?" he asked.
Richard looks at him with sadness, "I don't know. I've been unconscious the majority of the time. Please find her."
"I won't stop until I do." Tristan said with determination before heading over to the commanding agent.
"Where missing Ambassador Gilmore's granddaughter." Tristan informs Agent Valene as they start boarding the hostages into the helicopter.
"We don't have time Dugrey," Agent Valene said, "If she's not here with all the other hostages, she's probably dead."
Tristan looked at her with anger. "I can't leave without her," he said with finality.
"I'm ordering you to board that helicopter." Valene yelled.
"I can't," Tristan said.
"Tristan, I can't guarantee a safe passage later for you with or without that girl," Valene tells him honestly.
"It's a risk I'm willing to take." Tristan said before hading back into the building.
**********
Rory sat huddled in the corner in a dark cold room. She could hear rats scurry across the floor and felt the constant drip of water coming from the ceiling. She shouldn't have stabbed that man. What the hell was she thinking, like that would actually save her grandfather. Now she was stuck in god knows where, cold, wet, and starving.
A door swings open a bright light shines through it. She presses her body closer to the wall trying to distance herself further from the person that was about to enter. A figure of a man steps inside holding a gun in his hands. Rory could not see who it was because of the blinding light behind him.
The man walks quickly towards her.
"Mary," Tristan whispers as he takes her into his arms.
.