Dylan and Eric bounded up the old molding stairs of the cheap hotel. Each
step, closer to Anthony. Dylan nervously wiped a bead of sweat off of her
brow as the rounded the second floor.
Dylan never thought she'd ever see him again. It was impossible. But of course she had never thought that she'd see Eric again, and well, he was right next to her.
"You ready?" Eric asked her when they reached the third floor. Dylan nodded with no expression as they started walking down the hall of rooms. They stopped at room 204, Anthony's room.
Eric nervously knocked on the door with the side of his fist. He surprisingly grabbed Dylan's hand, smiling at her, letting her know that he was nervous too. He squeezed it twice before letting it go.
The door opened. There he was. He looked directly at her with a boyish smile. Then he looked at Eric, some of his smile faded.
Eric, having no part of the awkward silence, gave his friend a huge.
"It's been too long..." Anthony hugged back, smiled, then pulled back.
Her eyes met his. He wanted to touch her. Feel her smooth skin, smell her scent, kiss her lips, but the only thing he could do in front of his old friend was give her a friendly hug.
Dylan hugged him back, questioning what she thought they had as she gave him a confused smile.
He looked into her light green eyes as he pulled away, he could see her passion. He knew she wanted him, and he knew that she knew that he wanted her too.
Anthony motioned for the two to come inside the filthy hotel room.
"So..."Eric started to say, but of course Dylan had to get some details.
"How did you survive the fall?" Dylan bit her upper lip in fear that she had brought up a subject that Anthony wasn't comfortable about. Anthony took from his coat pocket a small note pad and started scribbling down something. He handed her the note, their finger tips slightly touching as she took it. "A miracle" it read. Dylan gave him a smile.
She neatly folded the piece of paper and slipped it in her pocket.
"Anthony, I want to know something..." Anthony lead Dylan over to the couch sitting in front of the small TV.
"How did you know about David Gray? How did you know where I was going to be?" Anthony started writing something down on the note pad. "I'm working with the CIA. David was my assignment."
"So he really can do this whole, take over the male population thing?" Anthony started writing again. "We aren't sure yet, we're still working on it. He might just be crazy."
Dylan gave a little laugh. "He's definitely a psycho. But he is loaded, he might be able to pull something like this off."
Dylan stared into his deep pale eyes, he staring into hers.
Eric, sensing what was going on, and walked over to where the two were.
"Hey Anthony, how about we go out, grab some beers or something?" Anthony looked from Dylan then to Eric.
"Hey, I never turn down a drink. Lets go." Dylan said, the only reason because she didn't want Anthony to feel bad choosing one or the other.
*****
"That's odd. I thought you told me he died?" Natalie, Alex, Max, and Bosley were sitting in front of the small, white speaker box trying to explain what they had found.
"He did, but he obviously didn't. Why would he kidnap Dyl?" Natalie asked, directing the question towards Alex.
"You don't think it had to do with that kiss..."
Dylan never thought she'd ever see him again. It was impossible. But of course she had never thought that she'd see Eric again, and well, he was right next to her.
"You ready?" Eric asked her when they reached the third floor. Dylan nodded with no expression as they started walking down the hall of rooms. They stopped at room 204, Anthony's room.
Eric nervously knocked on the door with the side of his fist. He surprisingly grabbed Dylan's hand, smiling at her, letting her know that he was nervous too. He squeezed it twice before letting it go.
The door opened. There he was. He looked directly at her with a boyish smile. Then he looked at Eric, some of his smile faded.
Eric, having no part of the awkward silence, gave his friend a huge.
"It's been too long..." Anthony hugged back, smiled, then pulled back.
Her eyes met his. He wanted to touch her. Feel her smooth skin, smell her scent, kiss her lips, but the only thing he could do in front of his old friend was give her a friendly hug.
Dylan hugged him back, questioning what she thought they had as she gave him a confused smile.
He looked into her light green eyes as he pulled away, he could see her passion. He knew she wanted him, and he knew that she knew that he wanted her too.
Anthony motioned for the two to come inside the filthy hotel room.
"So..."Eric started to say, but of course Dylan had to get some details.
"How did you survive the fall?" Dylan bit her upper lip in fear that she had brought up a subject that Anthony wasn't comfortable about. Anthony took from his coat pocket a small note pad and started scribbling down something. He handed her the note, their finger tips slightly touching as she took it. "A miracle" it read. Dylan gave him a smile.
She neatly folded the piece of paper and slipped it in her pocket.
"Anthony, I want to know something..." Anthony lead Dylan over to the couch sitting in front of the small TV.
"How did you know about David Gray? How did you know where I was going to be?" Anthony started writing something down on the note pad. "I'm working with the CIA. David was my assignment."
"So he really can do this whole, take over the male population thing?" Anthony started writing again. "We aren't sure yet, we're still working on it. He might just be crazy."
Dylan gave a little laugh. "He's definitely a psycho. But he is loaded, he might be able to pull something like this off."
Dylan stared into his deep pale eyes, he staring into hers.
Eric, sensing what was going on, and walked over to where the two were.
"Hey Anthony, how about we go out, grab some beers or something?" Anthony looked from Dylan then to Eric.
"Hey, I never turn down a drink. Lets go." Dylan said, the only reason because she didn't want Anthony to feel bad choosing one or the other.
*****
"That's odd. I thought you told me he died?" Natalie, Alex, Max, and Bosley were sitting in front of the small, white speaker box trying to explain what they had found.
"He did, but he obviously didn't. Why would he kidnap Dyl?" Natalie asked, directing the question towards Alex.
"You don't think it had to do with that kiss..."