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Chapter 22: Phone calls

Indeed the pain vanished almost completely. In fact it felt almost worse as the angel turned smiling to the PC and began her research. Right now she needed him, but what if everything was solved and she had her friends back with her. He could not blame her, after all because of him killing that mobster she was still under charges for conspiracy to murder. Even if he was to change, there was still so much he could not undo and that would always stand between them. But told himself that he should be happy that she seemed to have accepted him as an ally.

"Alex and Nat wrote those programs - In case we need to get certain information", Dylan said after she had started their doorknocker program, which allowed them to access certain areas of the police-computer and other more confidential areas. None of them felt bad about it, Charlie could get all the information anyway, but this way is spared a great deal of time.

Having Anthony here with her - watching her with this strange expression was on the one hand quite unnerving, but on the other it felt good. She wished she had the time to communicate with him at length, there was so much that she needed to tell and find out, but not while Jason was still out there. So she put all her efforts in finding out everything she could about Sabine Dawson: other properties, her past, where she might be right now.

She thought about calling the police, but if Sabine thought that they were after her, she might go into hiding and they never find her or Jason. Dylan figured that right now she might want to move Jason away from town, before anyone figures out she is behind all this. 'Or wasn't she?', Dylan rubbed her forehead. The angel had no clue what actually went on in her head: 'Why would she kidnap Jason?'

Then she looked at Anthony and opened with a quick move pictures of the ME:2 premier. Sabine was in quite a few of them, also she strangely enough kept her distance from Jason or was it Alex? She enlarged one and already expecting a yes as an answer she asked Anthony: "Was this the woman that drove the car hitting Alex?"

He nodded. It was obvious to him that the angel was not quite sure, where to start. She jumped into various databases and very quickly out again. Seeing the look on the woman's face, he got a good idea what the woman's motivation was. He rolled closer to her and went back to full. Then he opened the editor: ~Call your friend in the hospital, I see if I can find where she might have brought this Jason.~

Dylan gave him a strange look - this Jason? Figuring what he does and how he does it, he must seem pretty strange to Anthony, but he was right. Nat might be able to tell her something, if she was well enough to talk. It surprised her a bit that he actually handled the computer so well, but she was glad that he took charge. The angel knew she was too confused and under too much emotional stress right now to make good decisions.

She nodded and rolled a bit off so Anthony had space to handle the research. She used her new cell and got herself connected to the hospital. It took a few minutes, before she had Nat on the other end of the line. "Hi Nat, are you okay?"

"More or less", she said and her voice sounded a bit sour. "The doctor said, if I had breathed any more fumes, it might have endangered the baby." She paused and drank something. "My lungs hurt a bit, so does my throat - did I had a vision or did Anthony rescue me?"

"It was him. You told him Sabine Dawson was behind this?", Dylan tried to get into the topic.

Natalie sighed, which sounded rather strange, and the red headed angel looked worried. "Dylan, the woman is crazy about Jason, her whole bedroom closets are plastered with things from or about Jason. She even had the stuffed ape that was missing from his old apartment."

Coughing she stopped and had another sip. "Was Jason there?", her friend wondered taking a few steps to the other side of the room.

"No I don't think so, but she caught me from behind, I really had no time to check everything", Natalie rubbed her head being glad that she had not a concussion.

Dylan did not like at all what she heard. "Don't worry, we find Jason", she answered finally. "Look, so much happened. Should we inform Pete? Send someone to keep you company?"

"Thanks I already called Max, he get Pete as soon as he leaves the seminar", Natalie said and added curiously: "What happened?"

"Oh, well we solved the case..", Dylan told her quickly about the explosion, the chase and how everything ended. Nat was quite shocked, but relieved and a bit disappointed that she missed all the action. At the end Dylan gave her the new cell number.

Then she went back the few steps to Anthony who was working with great concentration on the workstation. Of course he had listen to her words, knew that she was worried and a bit nervous, but mainly he focused at his research. Quickly he understood how the program worked and with a few sources on the internet he quickly found traces about Sabine Dawson or more likely Pamela Gravenstein.

She had changed her appearance since then, but it was definitely her. According to her psychological evaluation, she was very labile and had begun to worship Jason since his first appearance as a boy in a TV Series called Airwolf. Also he had no idea what exactly that was, but obvious she was even stationed a couple of times, after her mother was mugged and hospitalised.

He showed it to Dylan as she returned. "Great she is a ticking time bomb and completely nuts!" He eyed her sceptical. "Any idea where she might be going?", she asked hoping Anthony also had found an answer to this problem.

It felt good to have her close, that she was trusting and counting on him. A moment he just stared at her pretty face. If he had been used to talking he might have said something like: 'Did anyone told you that you really look like an angel, when you have this worried look on your face.' But he could not and being honest with himself he would have felt kind of stupid making such a trivial remark. Especially because he did not wanted her to be worried.

Then he turned and opened a window and typed. ~I think she went home.~

Dylan looked at the address, the mother lived barely an hour outside the city, she could have brought him there. It said that the hit on the head had left the mother with permanent brain damage. Considering that she would probably not realise if her daughter held someone prisoner there. "How in the world did you find out about her true identity?", the angel was truly impressed.

He was just about to type an explanation, as suddenly Dylan's lips touched his. She had not been able to control her urge, but she was so drawn to him. It was almost scary. A bit taken she stopped herself and mumbled a thank you. Again she had surprised him. He began to like it, even though he hated surprises all his life. Her faces were still close and before Dylan could rise he laid his hand on her neck.

The angel stopped, then he kissed her pulling her gently closer to him. Dylan sat on his lap, her arms wrapped around him. This time there was no one that disturbed them and as the stopped and their lips lost contact, they both breathed a bit faster. 'Just like on the roof', she thought, but this time he did not snatch some hair from her. 'Maybe that is yet to come', she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.

His hands still rested on her back and neck. Somehow this situation was very unfamiliar. He realised that he began to transpire a bit and that he felt slight aroused. He had that notion quite often in his youth, but he had learned to suppress it. And he learned it far more thorough than his teacher had expected. The truth was he felt uncomfortable and a bit ashamed about his reaction. After all sexuality was not that big a topic in a catholic orphanage.

Both had just eyes for each other and just as Dylan kissed him again, they heard a noise from the door. Aurelie stood in the doorway to the computer lab. They felt a bit like school children caught spying at test results. "What is it?", Dylan finally said angry as the black woman stood there and looked at them like they were committing a crime.

"You got a phone call - 'Angel'", Aurelie said and sounded very nasty as she addressed the red headed woman.

"Charlie?", was her next question.

All Dylan got was a nod, the other woman left the room. Sighing the angel got up, took Anthony's hand and followed her down to the others. Her silent assassin followed her. She just hoped he did not mind her dragging him along. But somehow she felt like not letting him go, for fear he might vanish again.

It was exactly that behaviour that confused him, also like everything else concerning her, seemed to him more enjoyable than frightening at least as long as she was there with him. He remembered his doubts and fears as he had been alone only thinking about her. Passing the clock at the wall he realised that it was a strange time for a call. From the Knox assignment he knew that Charlie mostly called at preset times, and in between only at full hours.

Ignoring the strange look she got from Bosley as she entered the room hand in hand with Anthony, Dylan went towards the sofa. Anthony sat next to her eyeing Aurelie who never missed a chance to look back at him. He was tense and the angel hoped those two would not get into a fight after all. Finally Bosley hit the button and Charlie's voice filled the room: "Hello Angels."

It was strange since she was the only Angel in the room, but as she replied: "Hello Charlie", a second voice greeted him as well. It was Natalie's voice, who still sounded a bit rough. "I hope you don't mind I had you patched in, Natalie, but I wanted you to hear this as well."

"It's ok Charlie, I can't wait for Pete to get me home anyway", the blonde replied. "First I like to thank Dylan and Aurelie for the marvellous job you did. Dr. Crushner is now well protected and with her help they think they can reconstruct what exactly Dr. Sattler wanted to sell and get a hand on it."

Dylan did realise how relieved Charlie sounded. After all the mishaps of the past it had been so important for the agency that this assignment was completed successful. So the angel informed him on how Robert's daughter had given away the information, which meant this was now really closed. She also briefed the rest on what they had found out about Jason's kidnapping and his assistant.

"Well, be careful Dylan", Charlie said then, "but I want to remind you that there are still charges against you and it would not be wise if anyone sees you and Anthony together. Since your apartment is gone I set up a place outside the city were you two can hide, until I got things sorted out."

For the first time during the call she felt Anthony move. Indeed it was strange for the assassin that a man to whom almost assassination he had been involved, was willing to shelter him from the police. But then he did it for her, he gazed at her.

"Don't worry, you can trust Charlie", she told him. He nodded.

Probably realising that the man, whom he knew to be quite the silent type, was in the room Charlie addressed him right in person: "It's the least I can do for the man who saved two of my angels - one actually more than once."

Dylan felt her cheeks becoming a tiny bit redder remembering how much trouble she had caused earlier in this investigation. "Thanks Charlie, but right now we better get going."

"Good Luck, Dylan", Nat said from her end of the line and Charlie wished the same. The red head was sure that Charlie was not completely happy with the idea that she worked together with Anthony, but she knew he would help her. She only wished that they were going to find Jason quickly.

"Thanks, Charlie", she said and got up. The phone conference was over. "Do you really think you can find Jason there or if not that she lead you to him?", Aurelie wanted to know. Dylan looked at her, besides her fast shooting habit - she was actually kind of a nice person. "No worries, we can do this", she replied. The angel realised that it must be quite the shock for the black woman to have an assassin around her whom she shot just yesterday.

So the two of them left Bosley and Aurelie. Also their had been a bit tension, they still left with a load of well wishes and being careful advices. Another thing that was rather strange to him. There was never anyone who wished him good luck or told him to be careful, when he was going on a job. It was natural to be careful and there was no need for good luck, after all he was a professional. He followed Dylan to the parking lot.

"Yours or mine?", she asked him. As an answer he went straight for his car. "Why does that not surprise me?", the angel said smiling and went over to the co-drivers seat. Not realising that Anthony took a deep breath behind her back. It made him feel so whole and content to have her around. Alone he might have been more at rest, but without realising it there had always been this feeling of emptiness.