Disclaimer: see chapter one

Author's Note: Ok, people. This new part is finally up. Sorry, I didn't get it done any earlier but I have good news for you! This will eventually morph into a longer story. I just had a major inspiration and I will go along with it (I changed the original idea a bit). This one will be moving alongside from "To End The Evil" but I'm not sure if I will be able to post weekly. But you will get your story!

Thanks goes to:

Grace: Yes, I can imagine that you are gnawing on your nails for the next chapter. So I won't keep you from it any longer. Have fun and tell me what you think.

gemini006007: Yeah, sweet, sweet revenge. It will be changing the direction as of now though. Thanks for the review and now have fun with this part.

Sara: Glad you liked it!!! Hope this update is soon enough! Thanks for your review and now enjoy.

No one else??? Come on people, give me feedback, please!

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The Call Part 4

Calling to get help

„That's it, Parker. That's the final straw. I'm so very damn tired of your calls", Jarod barked angrily.

"Jarod", Parker interrupted.

"No, Parker. That's it. I've had enough!" He growled.

"Jarod", Parker once again tried to get his attention but failed to do so.

"That's the last time you will be able to reach me under this number. I'm gonna get a new cell phone and this time I will not make the same mistake again. You won't get the new number", he went on.

"Jarod", Parker practically whined but Jarod just rambled on without so much noticing her words.

"At first I was just irritated and annoyed at your calls and I thought that you would play that game for a while but now I'm not annoyed but deeply infuriated that you still call everyday just to torment you. I'm sick of it and so tomorrow I will get myself a new telephone…", Jarod kept on taking his anger and frustration out on her.

"Jarod, please. I need your help", Parker tried to get through to him again.

"I don't know where the idea to give you my number came from. It must have been a very…", he broke off. "What did you say?"

Parker breathed deeply. "I need your help", she admitted again.

The pretender frowned and didn't say anything.

"Jarod? You still there?" He didn't reply but she could hear him breathing at the other end of the line. "I know that I deserve every single word you just threw at me. Hell, I deserve even more and I know you must be pissed off. You are right and I can understand that I'm the last person you would want to help right now but… please, I really need your help", she pleaded, tears stinging in her eyes.

Jarod thought for a short moment. He would help her. There was no question about that. There was nothing she could do that would piss him off enough so that he would turn his back on her.

"Ok, Parker. What is it?" He finally asked.

Parker sighed and closed her eyes in gratitude. "Thank you, Jarod. Thank you", she whispered.

"Don't thank me. I haven't done a thing up to now", he said.

"Yes, you did. You didn't end the call and turned away", she said.

"I would never turn away from you when you need help", now Jarod sighed. "That's why I gave you that number in the first place!"

"I'm sorry I misused it so badly", she admitted.

"Yeah, ok. Forget it. You better tell me what all this is about", he brought her back to the theme.

"Right, so here it goes. Today Broots found some files for me in the mainframe. It was from Raines and Lyle", she started.

Jarod closed his eyes briefly, wondering what was about to come now.

"It was about my brother. They… they", she swallowed hard. "They want to dispose of him. Obviously he isn't needed anymore so they want to end his life", she rushed to get it out.

On the other side of the line, Jarod gasped at the story.

Master Parker was just barely two years old. How could any person possibly be so cruel, cold-hearted and disrespectful against life itself, to order a tiny boy killed.

He clenched his jaw. "When?" He gritted through the clenched teeth.

"Tomorrow night", Parker answered.

"Damn they are quick!" Jarod swore softly.

"Yeah", she huffed.

"I need some more information. Where is he held, possibly what type of security is around him. If you don't know about that, get me his location and I will have to find out about it alone", Jarod said, while already packing his few belongings together. It seemed as if he was once again returning to Blue Cove to walk into the lions den, into the very building he had sworn never to set a foot into again.

Well, resolutions were there to be broken. It wasn't as if he hadn't done so in the past.

"So you will help me?" Parker gasped.

Jarod briefly halted in his motions. "Of course", he said.

"Without questioning me or my motives?" She asked dumbfounded.

Jarod had again resumed packing. "Parker, I don't need to question your motives. I trust your word. Your call is everything I need. You wouldn't have called if you weren't in trouble. If given the chance, you would have gotten the boy out without my help but obviously you couldn't. So I don't have to question you", he explained.

Parker drew in a shaky breath, nearly overwhelmed by the trust Jarod placed in her. She was his enemy god damnit. But nonetheless, he trusted her without even blinking. "Thank you", she breathed.

"We already had that. Don't thank me now", he smiled. "So can you get me his location and other things I need?"

"Yes, I can", she nodded.

"Get everything packed into an email and send it to me. Wait, I'll give you the address…"

The conversation went on for some more minutes before Jarod hung up and put his last belongings into the duffle bag and headed out the door.

He was on his way to the east coast again.

To be continued…