Not My Brother, Chapter 7
A/N: Please don't give me any Cape Haven M/A awareness requests. If you actually read the story, you would know it was Max/Ben anyway, so please discontinue the annoying.
He faded into consciousness, Jondy's face blinking in and out as he struggled to maintain balance. There was an odd pain behind his nose and he wrinkled it experimentally. So far, so good.
"What...?" he looked to Jondy for answers, but she shook her head, glancing at the lab tech taking off his gloves.
"Your nose should be sore for few days, but should heal just fine after that."
Ben frown, "What did you DO?"
"Nothing that shouldn't heal. Your sense of smell will be impaired, but after about a week, you'll be back to normal."
Ben looked at Jondy, who shrugged.
"You just cut off my sense of smell? Why?"
"Renfro's orders. Better go, you move out in half an hour."
They walked out of the room slowly as Ben tried to process what had just happened.
"Why wouldn't they want me to be able to smell?"
Jondy shrugged, "They don't want you to be distracted by Maxie's perfume?"
Ben rolled his eyes and Jondy smirked, then stopped walking.
"What?" he asked.
Biting her lip, Jondy glanced around for cameras. "I think Max is in heat."
Ben's stomach went cold as everything he'd told himself the past few days flew out the window. All the times he had pleaded with her in his head not to do it, assured himself she wasn't capable meant nothing in the face of this new information.
It wouldn't matter. Her body would decide for her.
"Why else would they cut off your sense of smell? They don't want you to be affected."
"If they're worried about him hurting her, why don't they pull the plug?" Ben muttered, trying to think beyond the emotional implications of the problem.
Jondy shrugged helplessly. "I don't know, Ben."
"Right," he shook his head, "How could you? But how is it even possible?"
"I'll find out," Jondy told him.
Ben nodded. "I have to go."
He walked away from her, trying to focus on anything but the mission facing him. Could he really stand by and watch Max with another man just to save him another trip to Psy-ops?
Probably not, since just the thought made him want to kill himself.
***
"Hey, Zane," Jondy caught the other transgenic's attention at lunch, sitting next to him.
"Jon, hey," he smiled, "What's up?"
"You think it's a little weird they want Max to go into heat on a mission?"
"They WHAT?" Zane gasped, turning to her immediately as she gave him all the information she had.
He shook his head, "That doesn't make sense. The only reason they would do that is to insure that she actually goes through with it...or because they want her to get pregnant."
"Or both?" Jondy suggested hesitantly.
"They'd have no reason to think she wouldn't go through with an order," Zane shook his head, "They don't know she's with Ben."
Jondy looked at him sharply, "YOU do?"
He rolled his eyes, "Who doesn't?"
"EVERYONE."
"Except you, apparently."
"Well, I'm very smart."
"Or you know what sex smells like," Zane smirked, "Which begs other questions."
"OK, focus, dick," Jondy glared at him, "Why do they want Max pregnant?"
"I actually gave up trying to understand their motivation years ago," Zane shrugged. "The bigger concern is what they'll do to Ben when he kills White."
"He's going to kill White?"
Zane eyed her incredulously, "If he catches him with Max? Oh, yeah. It's over."
***
"We wait for his contact to arrive and we take them both down," White spoke into his com link.
Max watched him carefully, her breathing picking up speed as the heat of the room wrapped around her.
"What happens when we catch them?" she breathed the question, removing her jacket and tossing it aside.
"We find out what's going on," White told her, his eyes darting over her body. "Cold?" he raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze dropping to her chest.
"Just the opposite," she smiled, inwardly frowning at the thrill that jumped through her system at his perusal. He wasn't Ben, but the desire to run her hands over his body, to feel him tight against her was beginning to overpower her.
Guilt poured through her and she turned away. She'd been more or less prepared to go through with her mission, but not enjoy it or need it as she did now.
"Going radio silent," White's voice washed over her and a tear slipped down her cheek.
She felt his hands on her shoulders and leaned into them, her body humming as her heart thumped painfully.
***
Thought of the mission blew from his head the second he touched down in Seattle. If Max was in heat, there was no way in hell he would just watch some guy...
Ben gritted his teeth, pushing the accelerator to the floor, even as he swung the corner, coming to a shrieking halt in front of the only address he had.
He bounded up the steps to knock on the door, just barely surpressing the desire to kick the damn thing in.
"Coming," he heard a woman's voice call from inside.
Tapping his foot impatiently, he waited for what seemed a year or two before she opened the door.
"Can I help you?" a blonde woman in her mid-thirties looked back at him, holding a toddler in her arms.
Ben held up the badge Manticore gave him, "Benjamin McDowell, FBI. I'm looking for Ames White."
The woman blanched at the information, "I'm Mrs. White, could I ask what this is regarding?"
"We believe your husband is in danger, ma'am, do you know where I could find him?"
"I-," she shook her head, "He's on assignment."
"It's urgent that I get in contact with him, ma'am," Ben resisted the urge to strangle the woman as she stared back at him, in obvious shock. Fuck, if she started crying, he would be seriously tempted to hit her.
"I...have his cell phone number."
"Any address or phone number you have would benefit him greatly right now, ma'am."
She nodded quickly, "Do you have a pen?"
"Just tell me," he said quickly. If she had to search for a pen and paper, he would go over the edge into complete insanity.
She gave him White's cell phone number and he was oddly tempted to bitch her out for not knowing more. Honestly, her husband was out cheating on her and she wasn't the least bit curious where he was?
"He's on a stake out tonight," she nodded confidedantly.
Ben wondered spitefully if that was what they were calling it now days.
He hoped she was right, though, if they were on the job, they couldn't just take a break for sex, right? Pushing aside the thought of heat and training mat quickies, Ben thought it best to call immediately.
***
The phone rang, but White shut it off, his hands moving to Max's tank top and tugging it off as she growled, low in her throat.
***
It was a risk, they decided in the end, but the worst they could get was a 'Mind your own business, soldier,' so they decided to try it out anyway.
"Why did they give Max drugs to go into heat?" Zane asked Lydecker at training.
Every eye swung to Zane and Lydecker frowned.
"Max is on special op, soldier, it's an assassignation."
"I'd check in the med center to make sure of that, sir," Zane told him seriously.
Jondy watched the exchange carefully, noticing Lydecker's discomfort.
"Let's keep this information quiet," their commander looked around at all of them, his eyes meeting hers.
He didn't know about it.
Interesting.
***
Ben strolled into an office building, the obvious and weak cover for a government operation.
"Benjamin McDowell," he flashed his badge, stopping in front of the desk in the middle of the room, "I need to get ahold of White asap."
The woman gave him a wide-eyed look, which he ignored.
"He's in danger, the longer you wait, the more you risk his life."
Calmly, he met her eyes, not bothering to hide his impatience as she picked up the phone.
"Agent Gottlieb will see you," she murmured, gesturing back.
He didn't give the man time to stand up. "The stake out Agent White is on right now is dangerous. Is he alone?"
"He's with another agent..." the man told him in confusion, "Who did you say you were?"
"FBI," Ben flashed his badge again. "Is the agent in question Maxine Guevara?"
"How did you...?"
"She's an assassin," Ben told him, meeting his eye, "I need to bring her in before she harms him."
Agent Gottlieb nodded, "I'll send in a team to take her out."
Ben shook his head, "Take me there, she's not working alone."
Smirking slightly with the knowledge that he completely and totally disregarded his orders, he picked up his pace, thankful that Gottlieb seemed in just as much of a hurry as he was.
***
The last remant of her clothes left her body and Max sighed in a haze of blinding sexual need.
"Hurry," she whispered as he stepped back to stare at her, his eyes suddenly narrowing.
"What's this?" he asked, yanking her arm toward him.
Confused, she looked down at her own arm as black markings appeared on her skin. She shook her head quickly, swallowing, "I...I don't know."
For a moment he didn't move as his eyes ran over her arm.
"I know what you are," he muttered in disgust, his eyes raking over her.
Sudden, unexplainable fear overtook her as she stepped back from his hatred, bringing an abrupt chill to the raging heat in her body.
For the first time in her life, she felt danger.
A/N: Please don't give me any Cape Haven M/A awareness requests. If you actually read the story, you would know it was Max/Ben anyway, so please discontinue the annoying.
He faded into consciousness, Jondy's face blinking in and out as he struggled to maintain balance. There was an odd pain behind his nose and he wrinkled it experimentally. So far, so good.
"What...?" he looked to Jondy for answers, but she shook her head, glancing at the lab tech taking off his gloves.
"Your nose should be sore for few days, but should heal just fine after that."
Ben frown, "What did you DO?"
"Nothing that shouldn't heal. Your sense of smell will be impaired, but after about a week, you'll be back to normal."
Ben looked at Jondy, who shrugged.
"You just cut off my sense of smell? Why?"
"Renfro's orders. Better go, you move out in half an hour."
They walked out of the room slowly as Ben tried to process what had just happened.
"Why wouldn't they want me to be able to smell?"
Jondy shrugged, "They don't want you to be distracted by Maxie's perfume?"
Ben rolled his eyes and Jondy smirked, then stopped walking.
"What?" he asked.
Biting her lip, Jondy glanced around for cameras. "I think Max is in heat."
Ben's stomach went cold as everything he'd told himself the past few days flew out the window. All the times he had pleaded with her in his head not to do it, assured himself she wasn't capable meant nothing in the face of this new information.
It wouldn't matter. Her body would decide for her.
"Why else would they cut off your sense of smell? They don't want you to be affected."
"If they're worried about him hurting her, why don't they pull the plug?" Ben muttered, trying to think beyond the emotional implications of the problem.
Jondy shrugged helplessly. "I don't know, Ben."
"Right," he shook his head, "How could you? But how is it even possible?"
"I'll find out," Jondy told him.
Ben nodded. "I have to go."
He walked away from her, trying to focus on anything but the mission facing him. Could he really stand by and watch Max with another man just to save him another trip to Psy-ops?
Probably not, since just the thought made him want to kill himself.
***
"Hey, Zane," Jondy caught the other transgenic's attention at lunch, sitting next to him.
"Jon, hey," he smiled, "What's up?"
"You think it's a little weird they want Max to go into heat on a mission?"
"They WHAT?" Zane gasped, turning to her immediately as she gave him all the information she had.
He shook his head, "That doesn't make sense. The only reason they would do that is to insure that she actually goes through with it...or because they want her to get pregnant."
"Or both?" Jondy suggested hesitantly.
"They'd have no reason to think she wouldn't go through with an order," Zane shook his head, "They don't know she's with Ben."
Jondy looked at him sharply, "YOU do?"
He rolled his eyes, "Who doesn't?"
"EVERYONE."
"Except you, apparently."
"Well, I'm very smart."
"Or you know what sex smells like," Zane smirked, "Which begs other questions."
"OK, focus, dick," Jondy glared at him, "Why do they want Max pregnant?"
"I actually gave up trying to understand their motivation years ago," Zane shrugged. "The bigger concern is what they'll do to Ben when he kills White."
"He's going to kill White?"
Zane eyed her incredulously, "If he catches him with Max? Oh, yeah. It's over."
***
"We wait for his contact to arrive and we take them both down," White spoke into his com link.
Max watched him carefully, her breathing picking up speed as the heat of the room wrapped around her.
"What happens when we catch them?" she breathed the question, removing her jacket and tossing it aside.
"We find out what's going on," White told her, his eyes darting over her body. "Cold?" he raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze dropping to her chest.
"Just the opposite," she smiled, inwardly frowning at the thrill that jumped through her system at his perusal. He wasn't Ben, but the desire to run her hands over his body, to feel him tight against her was beginning to overpower her.
Guilt poured through her and she turned away. She'd been more or less prepared to go through with her mission, but not enjoy it or need it as she did now.
"Going radio silent," White's voice washed over her and a tear slipped down her cheek.
She felt his hands on her shoulders and leaned into them, her body humming as her heart thumped painfully.
***
Thought of the mission blew from his head the second he touched down in Seattle. If Max was in heat, there was no way in hell he would just watch some guy...
Ben gritted his teeth, pushing the accelerator to the floor, even as he swung the corner, coming to a shrieking halt in front of the only address he had.
He bounded up the steps to knock on the door, just barely surpressing the desire to kick the damn thing in.
"Coming," he heard a woman's voice call from inside.
Tapping his foot impatiently, he waited for what seemed a year or two before she opened the door.
"Can I help you?" a blonde woman in her mid-thirties looked back at him, holding a toddler in her arms.
Ben held up the badge Manticore gave him, "Benjamin McDowell, FBI. I'm looking for Ames White."
The woman blanched at the information, "I'm Mrs. White, could I ask what this is regarding?"
"We believe your husband is in danger, ma'am, do you know where I could find him?"
"I-," she shook her head, "He's on assignment."
"It's urgent that I get in contact with him, ma'am," Ben resisted the urge to strangle the woman as she stared back at him, in obvious shock. Fuck, if she started crying, he would be seriously tempted to hit her.
"I...have his cell phone number."
"Any address or phone number you have would benefit him greatly right now, ma'am."
She nodded quickly, "Do you have a pen?"
"Just tell me," he said quickly. If she had to search for a pen and paper, he would go over the edge into complete insanity.
She gave him White's cell phone number and he was oddly tempted to bitch her out for not knowing more. Honestly, her husband was out cheating on her and she wasn't the least bit curious where he was?
"He's on a stake out tonight," she nodded confidedantly.
Ben wondered spitefully if that was what they were calling it now days.
He hoped she was right, though, if they were on the job, they couldn't just take a break for sex, right? Pushing aside the thought of heat and training mat quickies, Ben thought it best to call immediately.
***
The phone rang, but White shut it off, his hands moving to Max's tank top and tugging it off as she growled, low in her throat.
***
It was a risk, they decided in the end, but the worst they could get was a 'Mind your own business, soldier,' so they decided to try it out anyway.
"Why did they give Max drugs to go into heat?" Zane asked Lydecker at training.
Every eye swung to Zane and Lydecker frowned.
"Max is on special op, soldier, it's an assassignation."
"I'd check in the med center to make sure of that, sir," Zane told him seriously.
Jondy watched the exchange carefully, noticing Lydecker's discomfort.
"Let's keep this information quiet," their commander looked around at all of them, his eyes meeting hers.
He didn't know about it.
Interesting.
***
Ben strolled into an office building, the obvious and weak cover for a government operation.
"Benjamin McDowell," he flashed his badge, stopping in front of the desk in the middle of the room, "I need to get ahold of White asap."
The woman gave him a wide-eyed look, which he ignored.
"He's in danger, the longer you wait, the more you risk his life."
Calmly, he met her eyes, not bothering to hide his impatience as she picked up the phone.
"Agent Gottlieb will see you," she murmured, gesturing back.
He didn't give the man time to stand up. "The stake out Agent White is on right now is dangerous. Is he alone?"
"He's with another agent..." the man told him in confusion, "Who did you say you were?"
"FBI," Ben flashed his badge again. "Is the agent in question Maxine Guevara?"
"How did you...?"
"She's an assassin," Ben told him, meeting his eye, "I need to bring her in before she harms him."
Agent Gottlieb nodded, "I'll send in a team to take her out."
Ben shook his head, "Take me there, she's not working alone."
Smirking slightly with the knowledge that he completely and totally disregarded his orders, he picked up his pace, thankful that Gottlieb seemed in just as much of a hurry as he was.
***
The last remant of her clothes left her body and Max sighed in a haze of blinding sexual need.
"Hurry," she whispered as he stepped back to stare at her, his eyes suddenly narrowing.
"What's this?" he asked, yanking her arm toward him.
Confused, she looked down at her own arm as black markings appeared on her skin. She shook her head quickly, swallowing, "I...I don't know."
For a moment he didn't move as his eyes ran over her arm.
"I know what you are," he muttered in disgust, his eyes raking over her.
Sudden, unexplainable fear overtook her as she stepped back from his hatred, bringing an abrupt chill to the raging heat in her body.
For the first time in her life, she felt danger.
