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Gothic Spook: John always has the best lines! He's always so dangerous and all manly and rugged and when he came in at the beginning of Season 8 I was like, OH MY GOD. (*heart stops*) Hot-ness…
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"You think that I can't see right through your eyes,
Scared to death to face reality,
No one seems to hear your hidden cries,
You're left to face yourself alone…"
~Evanescence, Where Will You Go from Origin
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Chapter 16: Memories, Bullet Wounds, and Meredith's Bright Idea
Jason could see her from the bed in their tiny hotel room. The streets of Morocco were filled with strange words and foreign voices that flooded into the small room. Cinnamon and spices filled the wind, soft and warm. It stung Darcy's nostrils as she breathed in through her nose. She pulled her hair up out of her face and into the hair elastic that she plucked up from the sink.
He never once stopped staring at her, fixating on every muscular curve on her body. She was wearing a bed sheet, true enough, but it clung to her like it was the evening gown she had worn the night before. The black lace traveling around at her thighs was hypnotic, the black garter underneath carrying her singular gun. His orders were to stay by the wall and that was it, but his eyes kept moving over her, the only redhead in the crowds at the gala event taking place in the ballroom.
She peeked over her shoulder but said nothing when she realized his blue eyes were still locked on her.
"Let's go out." He said initiating a conversation he knew wouldn't go very far.
"I can't." She replied quickly. The conversation should have ended but he persisted.
"We could go anywhere in the city."
Darcy didn't even dignify him with a response. She pulled the sheet down and picked her bra up off the toilet seat. He walked over to the bathroom, a sheet hanging around his waist like a skirt. She was halfway through pulling on a tank top before he appeared in the doorway.
Her eyelids were covered in a dark mist of pewter eye shadow and her lips were the colour of black cherries. She was getting ready for a kill, and by the looks of it, she was intending to sleep with the man before doing her work.
"I don't want you to do it." He said. Darcy said nothing and dropped the sheet, wearing nothing but her black panties underneath. She grabbed a pair of black flares off the toilet and pulled them on. They clung to her hip bones and practically hung off her figure.
"I have to."
"Why?"
"It's my job. I don't have a choice." She turned to push past him but he held her there, covering the doorway with his body and limbs.
"Don't." He begged her, his eyes pleading slowly and childishly. Darcy pushed by and hung her head, the thick red locks falling over her shoulders and hanging in front of her face. She considered it. What was at stake with this? Not very much, obviously, since Ridder was only offering what she considered to be a small fee for the hit. And why shouldn't she enjoy herself? It was only fair.
But she grabbed the gun off the night table and checked the clip before grabbing her bag.
"I'll be back later." She said, leaving the hotel room. Jason took a deep breath and heard the door close behind her.
Darcy looked through her purse as she stepped out and into the hall. She hesitated a moment, not feeling her gloves inside. Quickly she whipped around and found him standing in the door with the pair of black leather gloves held out for her.
They stood for a moment. As she took her gloves she moved in and kissed him, leaving his lips dark with her oily lip colour before walking away from him.
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She had never been held at gun point by an FBI agent. She had only ever been held at gunpoint a select few times in her life, and she hated it as much then as she did now, perhaps more so because of the man behind the gun. Instead of being a man with intention to kill her but did not know how, this man did know how, and she knew he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. He had Jason on hand anyways. They could just revive her and kill her over and over like her life was on a continuous loop.
And even still: they could always let her die. Jason wouldn't vouch for her in public, and even the red haired woman she knew she remembered was going to be no help if John were to pull the trigger.
They were outside, her on the ground with the gun over her head and blue eyes focused on her, almost willing her to move so he could blow her brains out. She decided to sit there calmly, her whole body unmoving as she waited for him to start to calm down a little.
Her peripheral vision was more advanced than humans. She could see him quite well without moving her eyes.
"You tell me how to get her back." He said. "Or I start shooting. And they will be things you will miss."
What an idiot. Do you know how fast your flesh can heal? Kill him, Darcy. Kill him and make him pay.
"You find him. And you kill him. Then you bring her back."
He fired a shot into her foot, splattering blood all over the ground. She clenched her teeth as the skin healed around the bullet.
"Tell me where she is." He demanded again.
She was silent again. Doggett shot her in the thigh. When she still said nothing he reached down and dug his fingers into the wound.
There were visible signs of pain in her face as her body failed to heal. He got closer to her, keeping an eye on her hands unmoving behind her back. The handcuffs would hold her at least, he hoped they would.
"You tell me where she is and how I can get to her or I'll keep taking shots."
"I'll run."
"Good, I could use the target practice, now talk."
Darcy was silent again, her lip quivering as Doggett kept his hand buried in the wound. She winced, biting down her lips and breathing through her nose.
Doggett pulled his hand out of the wound and shook off the blood before preparing to take another shot. He lost his patience and aimed for her ear.
"I can get you close to him." She said at last in a voice almost too quiet for him to hear. He stopped and waited for her to finish. "But you had better give me a damn good price."
"Fine." He said. "You get me near him and you get to keep your sad excuse for a life for another day."
"Oh please." She said, looking at him finally. "You think I haven't been threatened before? I'm not afraid of you. From this position I could kill you in over thirty different ways just involving a broken neck."
"Then why haven't you?"
She stopped before she started, unable to justify her reasons for keeping him alive. Why did you let him live? You could have killed him at any point in time, and still you let him keep firing at you?
"Get me next to him." He repeated. "And I'll let you go."
She thought about this again.
"Fine." She finally said. "But you had better listen to every word I have to say and you had better follow every order I give you, otherwise you won't be granted the same mercy you're giving me."
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Meredith sighed deeply with her large coffee in her hand, sipping it every now and then, smiling sweetly and sadistically at her captors who finally gave into her screaming. They had lasted forty seconds according to her watch, and by that time even Ridder was starting to lose his nerve. Louis was forced to run into a local coffee shop and grab her large coffee before getting back into the car.
She had watched him carefully, remembering that he could have slipped sedatives or something equally as irritating into it. But she knew he was too frightened to do that. Besides, she had them right where she wanted them. She could have had anything at that point in time.
The coffee was black and definitely not as good as her hazelnut mixture back at home, but it kept her wired enough to think ahead and plot out a means of escape. The car had no handles to open the door in the back, and she knew the only way out were the windows and the front doors of the car.
They pulled to a stop outside the back a building. The car stopped and the two men got out, Ridder telling Louis not to let the kid out of his sight. Meredith's smile disappeared. She looked around and saw the street nearby and cars rushing around there. She watched Louis come around to the back door and open it.
She tossed the steaming coffee in his face and Louis screamed almost as loudly as she had. With Louis distracted she ran out the back door, hopping onto the pavement in bare feet before running off down the alley.
"LOUIS! YOU IDIOT! GET HER!" He recovered quickly, his face still burning, but the pain drove him to run faster than he ever had before after the kid.
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Oh, what could happen next? Well, maybe when I post the next chapter you'll find out!