The ride back to Dublin was silent.
Alex had her head against Jake's shoulder while Jake was leaning against the window.
Donovan touched the cut above his eyebrow and winced. For the second time, he almost had lost his wife.
Wife, Donovan thought to himself. He had no proof that the woman sleeping next to him is really his wife. Besides looking just like her and remembering Tom, it was a start. He could feel it in his gut that she was his wife.
As they pulled into the estate, Donovan could see the armed guards patrolling the area. He was partially satisfied with the security the Ambassador had provided.
Donovan could see the Ambassador waiting for them at the end of the driveway. Pooka was sitting next to him.
As soon as the car stopped in front of the house, Donovan jumped out. He glanced back into the car to see if Ciara woke up.
"Frank!" the Ambassador exclaimed, "Are you okay?"
"Sir," Donovan said, taking a hold of the man's arm, "I need to speak to you."
"Of course." he agreed, trying to look into the car.
"Sir, she's been through a lot in the past twenty-four hours," Donovan started to explain.
"And you think it would be best if I didn't crowd her right now." the Ambassador finished.
Donovan could see the hurt in the old man's face. He knew Ciara was his life when she was a child and the news of her death almost destroyed him.
"Sir," Donovan replied.
"I understand, Frank." the Ambassador assured him. "Do what you need to get done first. I can wait. I waiting this long, what's a few more hours or days?"
"Thank you sir," Donovan smiled.
"Donovan?" Jake asked, motioning to the car.
"I'll take care of Ciara." Donovan stated, bending down and lifting her out of the car.
"Is that wise?" Alex asked. "You were knocked out for a few hours."
"I'll be fine," Donovan replied, heading towards the house. "I want the security team assembled in the hall in ten minutes."
"Got it," Jake replied.
"So, that's the mysterious woman." Monica whistled.
"Yea, here's the kicker," Alex replied, lighting a cigarette, "she could be his wife."
"Wife?" Cody choked out, "Didn't know he was married."
"Tell me about it" Jake sighed, watching his boss carrying the still sleeping woman up the stairs.
"He won't do us any good if he falls while carrying her." Alex huffed.
"You sound jealous." Monica laughed.
"Not jealous," Alex admitted, "pissed. He should've told us form the beginning she could be his wife. I don't like being lied to."
"We were told that Agent Donovan wanted to see us." a man dressed in black said.
"I do." Donovan said walking down the stairs, dressed in all black. "You, you, you and you. Come with me."
Jake, Alex, Cody and Monica watched as Donovan and the four men walked into the study and closed the door.
"Well, I guess we're not invited." Cody pouted.
"What's going on?" Monica asked.
"I don't know." Jake replied.
Alex had her head against Jake's shoulder while Jake was leaning against the window.
Donovan touched the cut above his eyebrow and winced. For the second time, he almost had lost his wife.
Wife, Donovan thought to himself. He had no proof that the woman sleeping next to him is really his wife. Besides looking just like her and remembering Tom, it was a start. He could feel it in his gut that she was his wife.
As they pulled into the estate, Donovan could see the armed guards patrolling the area. He was partially satisfied with the security the Ambassador had provided.
Donovan could see the Ambassador waiting for them at the end of the driveway. Pooka was sitting next to him.
As soon as the car stopped in front of the house, Donovan jumped out. He glanced back into the car to see if Ciara woke up.
"Frank!" the Ambassador exclaimed, "Are you okay?"
"Sir," Donovan said, taking a hold of the man's arm, "I need to speak to you."
"Of course." he agreed, trying to look into the car.
"Sir, she's been through a lot in the past twenty-four hours," Donovan started to explain.
"And you think it would be best if I didn't crowd her right now." the Ambassador finished.
Donovan could see the hurt in the old man's face. He knew Ciara was his life when she was a child and the news of her death almost destroyed him.
"Sir," Donovan replied.
"I understand, Frank." the Ambassador assured him. "Do what you need to get done first. I can wait. I waiting this long, what's a few more hours or days?"
"Thank you sir," Donovan smiled.
"Donovan?" Jake asked, motioning to the car.
"I'll take care of Ciara." Donovan stated, bending down and lifting her out of the car.
"Is that wise?" Alex asked. "You were knocked out for a few hours."
"I'll be fine," Donovan replied, heading towards the house. "I want the security team assembled in the hall in ten minutes."
"Got it," Jake replied.
"So, that's the mysterious woman." Monica whistled.
"Yea, here's the kicker," Alex replied, lighting a cigarette, "she could be his wife."
"Wife?" Cody choked out, "Didn't know he was married."
"Tell me about it" Jake sighed, watching his boss carrying the still sleeping woman up the stairs.
"He won't do us any good if he falls while carrying her." Alex huffed.
"You sound jealous." Monica laughed.
"Not jealous," Alex admitted, "pissed. He should've told us form the beginning she could be his wife. I don't like being lied to."
"We were told that Agent Donovan wanted to see us." a man dressed in black said.
"I do." Donovan said walking down the stairs, dressed in all black. "You, you, you and you. Come with me."
Jake, Alex, Cody and Monica watched as Donovan and the four men walked into the study and closed the door.
"Well, I guess we're not invited." Cody pouted.
"What's going on?" Monica asked.
"I don't know." Jake replied.
