Chapter 16 – The past
I'm awakened by the churning of the steel wheels outside of my cell; two sets of footsteps are coming my way. I'm pleasantly surprised when one utters a name I haven't heard in years, I didn't think Jack would actually send her down here. I sit up, and smile at her and let the mind games begin.
I don't take my eyes from her, she looks so different than the last time I saw her, there is a certain glow missing from her. We only had the one night together, but I never forgot her fire. It was Melinda's; well Cassie's 29th birthday. Calvin had been getting suspicious of her behavior, and was worried that her cover was blown. At the time we both were working for Irina gathering information about the alliance, and planning on our take over. It was the only time, before the Will Tippin incident that I was spying on CIA agents. I had kept my profile low the whole party, trying to just watch her and Calvin's interactions, and how he reacted to her friends.
After everyone was quiet inebriated, I sat down with Calvin and started talking to him about Cassie. He talked about how he was worried that she was using him, but he didn't go into details. I sat and analyzed him for quiet awhile; it seemed he just thought she was cheating on him. Melinda had just been paranoid. So I was attempting to get out of there, trying to make my presence forgotten when she came over. She was dressed in a little sundress, and came over and ran her hand over Calvin's back and sat down between us.
I figured this was the perfect time to leave, so I got up from my chair, but she caught my arm and made me sit back down. I was undeniably attracted to her, and could not stop staring at her eyes. I knew who she was due to Melinda's debriefs, and became worried that she was on to me. She just smiled and introduced herself, and started to flirt with me. I tired to reason with myself that the only reason I was staying, was to see what information I might be able to get from her. I introduced myself as Joshua, and we sat and talked the rest of the party no words about either of our professions exchanged. She ended up with me at my hotel room. When I woke in the morning she was gone, and that was the last time we ever saw each other, even though I've relived that night a million times in my head.
She's still glaring at me, but she doesn't know what to say, so I decide to see what information I can get from her, "You know you never said goodbye." She doesn't move, though the agent next to her starts glancing from her to me. I turn my eyes on him, it's Eric, he has an emotional interest in her. It's written all over her eyes. I can use this to get one of the two to talk. I lose my smile, and pull my best pout expression "I had to wake up tangled in the sheets without you."
She puckers her lips, and now has anger in her eyes. Eric's shoulders stiffen, but he still stands silent. "Why me?" she growls, her voice full of restraint. I smile; she always was full of fire.
"Why not?"
She moves closer to the glass, fierce passion in her eyes. "Don't be cheeky with me! I deserve answers!"
I shake my head, and move closer to the glass. She takes a step back and gets closer to the other officer. "We were never meant to meet; you and I that is. I was only at that party to see if Melinda's cover had been blown." I give her a devilish smile, "If my memory serves me, you were the one who made me stay. And you invited yourself up to my hotel. So in a way, you are the one who tangled yourself in this mess." Her eyes widen, I now can see that they are blood shot, she's been crying. What have I missed by being locked up in here?
She's not amused at all. I want to know what's going on, but if I ask questions it would ruin the whole Sark mystique. So I wait; patience is a virtue I've always had an abundance of. We are in a dead lock; finally she breaks the silence, "Why Calvin? Why was Cassie sent in?"
She knows Cassie's a double, something hasn't gone right. I pace right up to the glass, this time she moves closer to me. "He just happened to be the easiest target to move in on." I wait for her reaction, none comes, she's better at controlling her emotions than I thought. "We got a list of agents for a double, and we did our research, he was lonely, and Melinda" she raises an eyebrow, "sorry, Cassie was ready for a mission like this, and I think she did extremely well. Don't you?"
"I'm not in the mood for you to be coy." She inches closer to the glass, "Do you understand?" I don't nod I just stare right at her. There is a gorgeous power about her; she is showing all the signs of a woman who has nothing left to lose. So Libya must have been a success, otherwise she wouldn't be here, and wouldn't be looking for answers. "Now I want you to tell me what you know about my appearance here."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
She snaps and starts yelling, "YES YOU DO! You know. Otherwise you would have been surprised at my arrival." Officer Weiss grabs her arm and pulls her back, trying to calm her down. She shrugs her arm away and moves back towards the glass. "You know that Sloane is after you. Your tone suggests it all. You know he is bargaining for your release."
I bring my face as close to the glass as I can; I lower my voice to a whisper. "I know. I asked specifically that you be the one to retrieve me." She's stunned. She takes a deep breath her words are quiet and she speaks slowly, "I will get revenge on you for this."
"Zanna!" Weiss's voice is sharp; she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
She looks at me once more and then turns around and walks away.
The doors are rattling so I raise my voice, "I'll see you soon love." She doesn't even stop, she just walks away, and I return to my bed. It's only a matter of time now.
I'm awakened by the churning of the steel wheels outside of my cell; two sets of footsteps are coming my way. I'm pleasantly surprised when one utters a name I haven't heard in years, I didn't think Jack would actually send her down here. I sit up, and smile at her and let the mind games begin.
I don't take my eyes from her, she looks so different than the last time I saw her, there is a certain glow missing from her. We only had the one night together, but I never forgot her fire. It was Melinda's; well Cassie's 29th birthday. Calvin had been getting suspicious of her behavior, and was worried that her cover was blown. At the time we both were working for Irina gathering information about the alliance, and planning on our take over. It was the only time, before the Will Tippin incident that I was spying on CIA agents. I had kept my profile low the whole party, trying to just watch her and Calvin's interactions, and how he reacted to her friends.
After everyone was quiet inebriated, I sat down with Calvin and started talking to him about Cassie. He talked about how he was worried that she was using him, but he didn't go into details. I sat and analyzed him for quiet awhile; it seemed he just thought she was cheating on him. Melinda had just been paranoid. So I was attempting to get out of there, trying to make my presence forgotten when she came over. She was dressed in a little sundress, and came over and ran her hand over Calvin's back and sat down between us.
I figured this was the perfect time to leave, so I got up from my chair, but she caught my arm and made me sit back down. I was undeniably attracted to her, and could not stop staring at her eyes. I knew who she was due to Melinda's debriefs, and became worried that she was on to me. She just smiled and introduced herself, and started to flirt with me. I tired to reason with myself that the only reason I was staying, was to see what information I might be able to get from her. I introduced myself as Joshua, and we sat and talked the rest of the party no words about either of our professions exchanged. She ended up with me at my hotel room. When I woke in the morning she was gone, and that was the last time we ever saw each other, even though I've relived that night a million times in my head.
She's still glaring at me, but she doesn't know what to say, so I decide to see what information I can get from her, "You know you never said goodbye." She doesn't move, though the agent next to her starts glancing from her to me. I turn my eyes on him, it's Eric, he has an emotional interest in her. It's written all over her eyes. I can use this to get one of the two to talk. I lose my smile, and pull my best pout expression "I had to wake up tangled in the sheets without you."
She puckers her lips, and now has anger in her eyes. Eric's shoulders stiffen, but he still stands silent. "Why me?" she growls, her voice full of restraint. I smile; she always was full of fire.
"Why not?"
She moves closer to the glass, fierce passion in her eyes. "Don't be cheeky with me! I deserve answers!"
I shake my head, and move closer to the glass. She takes a step back and gets closer to the other officer. "We were never meant to meet; you and I that is. I was only at that party to see if Melinda's cover had been blown." I give her a devilish smile, "If my memory serves me, you were the one who made me stay. And you invited yourself up to my hotel. So in a way, you are the one who tangled yourself in this mess." Her eyes widen, I now can see that they are blood shot, she's been crying. What have I missed by being locked up in here?
She's not amused at all. I want to know what's going on, but if I ask questions it would ruin the whole Sark mystique. So I wait; patience is a virtue I've always had an abundance of. We are in a dead lock; finally she breaks the silence, "Why Calvin? Why was Cassie sent in?"
She knows Cassie's a double, something hasn't gone right. I pace right up to the glass, this time she moves closer to me. "He just happened to be the easiest target to move in on." I wait for her reaction, none comes, she's better at controlling her emotions than I thought. "We got a list of agents for a double, and we did our research, he was lonely, and Melinda" she raises an eyebrow, "sorry, Cassie was ready for a mission like this, and I think she did extremely well. Don't you?"
"I'm not in the mood for you to be coy." She inches closer to the glass, "Do you understand?" I don't nod I just stare right at her. There is a gorgeous power about her; she is showing all the signs of a woman who has nothing left to lose. So Libya must have been a success, otherwise she wouldn't be here, and wouldn't be looking for answers. "Now I want you to tell me what you know about my appearance here."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
She snaps and starts yelling, "YES YOU DO! You know. Otherwise you would have been surprised at my arrival." Officer Weiss grabs her arm and pulls her back, trying to calm her down. She shrugs her arm away and moves back towards the glass. "You know that Sloane is after you. Your tone suggests it all. You know he is bargaining for your release."
I bring my face as close to the glass as I can; I lower my voice to a whisper. "I know. I asked specifically that you be the one to retrieve me." She's stunned. She takes a deep breath her words are quiet and she speaks slowly, "I will get revenge on you for this."
"Zanna!" Weiss's voice is sharp; she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
She looks at me once more and then turns around and walks away.
The doors are rattling so I raise my voice, "I'll see you soon love." She doesn't even stop, she just walks away, and I return to my bed. It's only a matter of time now.