Sorry for taking so long in writing. Real life has been very mean to me. New work schedule and that changes my days off, not much time for writing.
A very big thank you to Dreamy for being my beta. I'd be very lost without you!! Thank you!!
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Gina stood by the side of the window, watching the sun rise in the East. The orange haze covering the city due to a sandstorm raging outside. She could hear the mullah calling the men to morning prayer.
Again she started to question why she was sent along on this mission. Normally she would just go and get the job over and done with, but something kept nagging at her.
She looked down at her watch and threw a pillow across the room. John should've been back two hours ago. Something was wrong. She needed to report John's absence and pray that the mission would be aborted.
Suddenly the door burst open. Five men dressed in black stormed in with guns raised.
"Don't move!" the leader commanded.
Gina grabbed a chair and threw towards them, hitting one. She turned and made her way to the balcony. She knew it was a two story drop and it would hurt like hell when she landed, but she had been trained for such an extreme leap.
A loud bang echoed through the room and Gina fell to the ground in pain. She grabbed her leg and felt the sticky wetness. She struggled to continue to make her way to the balcony. She could hear the footsteps coming up beside her and looked up when the shadow fell upon her. The last thing she saw was the butt of the riffle heading towards her head.
Gina gasped as she woke with a start.
"Are you okay?" Jake asked, placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her.
It took Gina a few moments to realize where she was and where they were going. She was in a van heading towards a CIA safe house in upstate New York.
"I'll, I'll be fine," Gina replied, attempting to regain her composure. She hadn't had that nightmare in years.
"Bullshit," Alex whispered to Donovan, "she's as white as Cody is. With the way you're watching her instead of the road, something's going on. You going to tell us what that was about?"
"When we get to the safe house I will," Donovan promised, glancing back in the rearview mirror to check on Gina.
An hour later they pulled up to a two story cabin.
"Nice," Cody whistled, taking his gear out of the van.
"Wait until you see the inside," Donovan smirked, punching the code into the computer pad. The door opened and the lights automatically turned on. "Two bedrooms down here and three upstairs. Cody, your room is around the corner."
"Feel the need to keep him away from the grown ups?" Monica laughed, as Cody muttered to himself.
"He'll be happy with his sleeping arrangements." Donovan replied, closing the door, turning the alarm back on. "To get in and out, you'll need to punch in the code. I'll give that to you later."
"Holy..!" Cody exclaimed from the other room, "Donovan I think I love you!"
"Do we really want to know?" Jake asked, eyeing Donovan.
"He's a computer whiz I take it?" Gina asked, curling up on the couch, yawning.
"What's in his room?" Alex asked.
"Come on and look!" Cody exclaimed from the doorway, "All the latest equipment we should have! Can I just take a few things?"
"You know he's going to try," Jake said, "Okay, girls sleep upstairs, guys down here."
"You," Donovan pointed to Gina, "upstairs to bed. Don't even try to argue. I need you at your best. I'll take the first watch. In the morning, we'll go into town to get more supplies."
"I love the security system here." Cody smiled, "Can we get this stuff for the Nest?"
"I'll leave you guys alone to plan, fill me in later." Gina sighed walking up the stairs.
"Okay, what was the deal in the car with her?" Alex asked.
"Nightmares." Donovan replied, "Seeing me again and bringing up John caused her nightmares to come back."
"Nightmares?" Alex asked, lighting a cigarette.
"She was tortured after she was captured. It took her a long time to come to terms with it." he sighed.
"Better yet, what was that all about in the gym about glad it was you and termination?" Monica asked.
"Do you actually think the CIA would let any agent just retire?" Donovan asked, leaning against the wall. "Once you sign on, you sign on for life. One thing they never tell you."
"She thought you were there to kill her," Alex accused him.
"Yes, but that would never happen with her." he reasoned.
"Why?" Jake asked.
"I wouldn't let it happen." Donovan replied.
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Gina slowly opened her left eye. Her right eye was swollen shut from the beating she received hours before. She lost count how many days since she was captured. She tried to provoke them into killing her, but they knew she would try that.
The pain in her thigh was less today than it was yesterday. They put a makeshift bandage on it, but she knew the bullet was still in. She could feel the infection coursing through her body. The fever was drenching her in sweat.
Her captors barely fed her any food and water. They wanted more information than what John gave them. It hurt her to know John had betrayed them. Money; that's what it was about, he told her. At least she had the satisfaction of hitting John before she died.
Gina tried to move her arms, but she couldn't. They handcuffed her hands behind her and left her to sit on the hard wooden chair.
She could hear the wind blowing outside. She assumed the sandstorm was still raging. How she wished it would just bury the tent she was in.
Gina jumped in the chair when she heard loud explosions and yelling outside. Another test, she thought to herself, trying to have me think I'm being rescued so I'll be grateful and talk.
She closed her eye as the bright light and sand entered the room. Two men dressed in black approached her. She moved back as far as she could in the chair, bracing herself for the next beating. She jumped as she heard the gunshot and felt her arms go free.
She flinched as the man in front of her smoothed a couple strands of hair out of her face.
"Time to go home, Gina," Donovan said, removing the ghutrah from his head.
"Time to evac!" Donovan's second in command yelled, over the noise from the helicopter.
"What about Bartell?" Donovan demanded, picking Gina up into his arms.
"Dead sir," he replied, "looks like the enemy shot him."
"Good," Donovan spat, "let's get her home."
Gina sat up with a start and ran her hands through her hair.
"Another nightmare?" Donovan asked.
Gina looked up and saw Donovan sitting in a chair next to the door. "Who." she started to say.
"Jake's turn to be on watch." Donovan said, walking over to the bed, "You didn't answer me, another nightmare?"
"What do you think?" she asked flippantly.
"Which one?" he asked, sitting down on the bed, pulling her into his arms, "when they captured you or being rescued?"
'Rescued," she sighed, getting comfortable against him.
"Good," Donovan commented, brushing her hair off her neck, "go back to sleep. I'll stay as long as you need me to."
A very big thank you to Dreamy for being my beta. I'd be very lost without you!! Thank you!!
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Gina stood by the side of the window, watching the sun rise in the East. The orange haze covering the city due to a sandstorm raging outside. She could hear the mullah calling the men to morning prayer.
Again she started to question why she was sent along on this mission. Normally she would just go and get the job over and done with, but something kept nagging at her.
She looked down at her watch and threw a pillow across the room. John should've been back two hours ago. Something was wrong. She needed to report John's absence and pray that the mission would be aborted.
Suddenly the door burst open. Five men dressed in black stormed in with guns raised.
"Don't move!" the leader commanded.
Gina grabbed a chair and threw towards them, hitting one. She turned and made her way to the balcony. She knew it was a two story drop and it would hurt like hell when she landed, but she had been trained for such an extreme leap.
A loud bang echoed through the room and Gina fell to the ground in pain. She grabbed her leg and felt the sticky wetness. She struggled to continue to make her way to the balcony. She could hear the footsteps coming up beside her and looked up when the shadow fell upon her. The last thing she saw was the butt of the riffle heading towards her head.
Gina gasped as she woke with a start.
"Are you okay?" Jake asked, placing a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her.
It took Gina a few moments to realize where she was and where they were going. She was in a van heading towards a CIA safe house in upstate New York.
"I'll, I'll be fine," Gina replied, attempting to regain her composure. She hadn't had that nightmare in years.
"Bullshit," Alex whispered to Donovan, "she's as white as Cody is. With the way you're watching her instead of the road, something's going on. You going to tell us what that was about?"
"When we get to the safe house I will," Donovan promised, glancing back in the rearview mirror to check on Gina.
An hour later they pulled up to a two story cabin.
"Nice," Cody whistled, taking his gear out of the van.
"Wait until you see the inside," Donovan smirked, punching the code into the computer pad. The door opened and the lights automatically turned on. "Two bedrooms down here and three upstairs. Cody, your room is around the corner."
"Feel the need to keep him away from the grown ups?" Monica laughed, as Cody muttered to himself.
"He'll be happy with his sleeping arrangements." Donovan replied, closing the door, turning the alarm back on. "To get in and out, you'll need to punch in the code. I'll give that to you later."
"Holy..!" Cody exclaimed from the other room, "Donovan I think I love you!"
"Do we really want to know?" Jake asked, eyeing Donovan.
"He's a computer whiz I take it?" Gina asked, curling up on the couch, yawning.
"What's in his room?" Alex asked.
"Come on and look!" Cody exclaimed from the doorway, "All the latest equipment we should have! Can I just take a few things?"
"You know he's going to try," Jake said, "Okay, girls sleep upstairs, guys down here."
"You," Donovan pointed to Gina, "upstairs to bed. Don't even try to argue. I need you at your best. I'll take the first watch. In the morning, we'll go into town to get more supplies."
"I love the security system here." Cody smiled, "Can we get this stuff for the Nest?"
"I'll leave you guys alone to plan, fill me in later." Gina sighed walking up the stairs.
"Okay, what was the deal in the car with her?" Alex asked.
"Nightmares." Donovan replied, "Seeing me again and bringing up John caused her nightmares to come back."
"Nightmares?" Alex asked, lighting a cigarette.
"She was tortured after she was captured. It took her a long time to come to terms with it." he sighed.
"Better yet, what was that all about in the gym about glad it was you and termination?" Monica asked.
"Do you actually think the CIA would let any agent just retire?" Donovan asked, leaning against the wall. "Once you sign on, you sign on for life. One thing they never tell you."
"She thought you were there to kill her," Alex accused him.
"Yes, but that would never happen with her." he reasoned.
"Why?" Jake asked.
"I wouldn't let it happen." Donovan replied.
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Gina slowly opened her left eye. Her right eye was swollen shut from the beating she received hours before. She lost count how many days since she was captured. She tried to provoke them into killing her, but they knew she would try that.
The pain in her thigh was less today than it was yesterday. They put a makeshift bandage on it, but she knew the bullet was still in. She could feel the infection coursing through her body. The fever was drenching her in sweat.
Her captors barely fed her any food and water. They wanted more information than what John gave them. It hurt her to know John had betrayed them. Money; that's what it was about, he told her. At least she had the satisfaction of hitting John before she died.
Gina tried to move her arms, but she couldn't. They handcuffed her hands behind her and left her to sit on the hard wooden chair.
She could hear the wind blowing outside. She assumed the sandstorm was still raging. How she wished it would just bury the tent she was in.
Gina jumped in the chair when she heard loud explosions and yelling outside. Another test, she thought to herself, trying to have me think I'm being rescued so I'll be grateful and talk.
She closed her eye as the bright light and sand entered the room. Two men dressed in black approached her. She moved back as far as she could in the chair, bracing herself for the next beating. She jumped as she heard the gunshot and felt her arms go free.
She flinched as the man in front of her smoothed a couple strands of hair out of her face.
"Time to go home, Gina," Donovan said, removing the ghutrah from his head.
"Time to evac!" Donovan's second in command yelled, over the noise from the helicopter.
"What about Bartell?" Donovan demanded, picking Gina up into his arms.
"Dead sir," he replied, "looks like the enemy shot him."
"Good," Donovan spat, "let's get her home."
Gina sat up with a start and ran her hands through her hair.
"Another nightmare?" Donovan asked.
Gina looked up and saw Donovan sitting in a chair next to the door. "Who." she started to say.
"Jake's turn to be on watch." Donovan said, walking over to the bed, "You didn't answer me, another nightmare?"
"What do you think?" she asked flippantly.
"Which one?" he asked, sitting down on the bed, pulling her into his arms, "when they captured you or being rescued?"
'Rescued," she sighed, getting comfortable against him.
"Good," Donovan commented, brushing her hair off her neck, "go back to sleep. I'll stay as long as you need me to."
