"So how exactly how are we going to pull this off?" Kilmer asked as
he set his darling daughter onto her pink blanket in the white painted
crib. "We can't alert them to us knowing." He felt his brow knitting up
and sweat start to pool beneath his scalp. He looked at his girlfriend,
who mirrored his emotions but managed to keep it less severe.
Madison swallowed hard and raised her chin up slightly. There was a definite change in her posture as she snapped into her professional mode. "We can do this, Robbie. We just need to keep Layla out of this. Do you want me to call up Anastasia and get her to watch her? I'm just so afraid- " She was a mother first, an agent second. The safety of her daughter remained her top priority.
"We're going to have to this quietly, Maddie. It's going to be really tough but we can do this. We're going back to our roots." He tried to laugh lightly at the joke he was lamely making. It had been a long time since they had really had a life-threatening mission. Sure, they had been on missions since Layla's birth but nothing to this magnitude. Nothing ever put Layla's life in danger. He crouched over the crib again and looked at his daughter and touched her face her softly. Her skin was so soft beneath his fingertips and he fell in love with her all over again.
Madison joined him by the side of the crib and leaned over. Her eyes glanced back and forth between her boyfriend and her daughter. "This is the most dangerous stunt we've ever had to pull, Robbie. I mean, I know we have to-"
He looked at her harshly, "We can't even debate it! Right now, there's a man out there that was sent to kill Sydney and-"He stood up right suddenly and grabbed his gun from beneath the crib. They kept their extra pieces taped beneath the bars. He grabbed his piece and handed Madison's hers.
"What? Robbie, what is it?" She took her gun in her hand and concealed it beneath her long sweater. "What are you thinking?"
Kilmer had made his way towards the door and looked at her, "That man Jonathan Ross is Covenant and he was sent to kill Sydney and Vaughn, right? We just left a hit-man alone with his targets." Pressing his finger to his lip, he silenced her. With the utmost caution, he unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open and entered the living room.
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Jonathan watched the bedroom door shut before turning back to Lauren. He pressed his lips up to her ear and whispered, "I think we've been made, baby." He let a trail of kisses around her jaw line and then looked her in the eyes. He held her hands tightly in his and looked at her with a small ounce of concern in his eyes. Jonathan rarely got concerned over anything. This had to be bad if he was this upset.
She puckered her lips out of slight disappointment of the broken contact. She had this thing about stopping things she loved. But, she quickly settled down to business, refusing to let her feathers get ruffled by this one minute detail. "There's another safe house nearby we can stay at." She looked him in the eye but broke the contact to glance at the door, "Don't you think it's going to be more suspicious if we just get up and leave?"
"Lauren." He raised his eyebrows in a scolding manner. He was obviously getting upset with her but didn't want to show it.
He was so sexy was he was upset but she decided to save those thoughts for later. She chose, instead, to raise her dark eyebrow in an aggravated form and went through the pages of her logical thinking. "Kilmer and Perkins are going to come back in here and realize that we're not here. It's safer to stay here and just hash it out. This is sure bet that we can eliminate Michael and Sydney. Why are we going to put that in jeopardy? They're both already weak!" She hissed, barely above a whisper.
"Why are you second guessing me all of a sudden? You never have before." He snapped angrily, showing his flaring temper that could rise and fall like a Phoenix's tail.
She could match him and go punch for punch, "Give me solid reason why I shouldn't be second guessing you. Why-"She was promptly cut off by Jonathan pressing his lips to hers, silencing her any attempt to further conversation.
He leaned back and smiled that coy, cunning smile, "The reason why you trust is because you love me. The reason why you trust is because you're going to marry me." He took her left hand in his and laid a kiss on her ring finger, emitting a soft giggle from her chest.
She quickly stood up and grinned equally as wicked. Life was wonderful when she did things like this. She was a good girl through and through but when a good girl goes bad, she goes bad. Jonathan pulled himself to his feet. She brushed her lips against his. "Are you armed?"
"Am I? Am I?" He joked laughingly. He was always carrying some sort of weapon with him at all times, even to bed.
"Take that as a yes." She pulled his hand and started to make their way towards the door, hoping they would make it out in time. This was the new part she loved of being a double agent. It was that adrenaline rush that she used to get when she was a rookie but had long since worn out. But when she was with Jonathan, everything came back. The old thrills and chills running through her spine were enough to send a grown girl into a fit of the giggles. She never felt more alive than when she was around him. There was something about him that completely captivated her and she never wanted to be without him ever.
They raced to the door and shut it firmly behind them but were cautious enough not to slam. They raced down the old creaky steps and bolted down to the streets of Odessa. The cold air assaulted their barely cloaked bodies and Lauren pulled her body closer to his. "Confirmation 3940-48385-38583. Password Rising Sun." Lauren pulled out her cell phone and rambled quickly. Jonathan loosened his embrace on her and stepped out off of the curb to hail a cab.
"Confirmation approved, Mockingbird. Proceed." A rather robotic sounding female voice answered.
Lauren snapped her phone shut as Jonathan ushered her into a newly found cab, "We're in." She sat back against the uncomfortable black seat. She crossed her legs over the other and threw her arm over the back. She propped her other arm on the elbow and cocked her wrist with flare and attitude. With a glance and seductive glare, she hoarsely whispered, "We can still do it."
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Sydney was still coughing heavily as she fought to get to her feet. There was now a smear of blood across her mouth and her mouth filled with it every time she coughed. Her two feet landed on the floor soundly and using the bed, she pushed herself to stand upright. Once there, she swayed slightly put managed to propel her body to move forward. With stiff knee, she pushed one leg forward and then the other. One step became two and three soon four. But somewhere along the way, her knees began to cave. She willed her body to keep going but her eyes shut for a split moment and the next thing she knew, her body came into cold contact with the floor.
She gasped for air loudly as all the air was knocked from her lungs. A film of dust had stuck to the side of her face that had hit the floor. With her injured arms, she pushed her body up and if she was anyone else, she would have cried. But the emotions stayed suppressed and the only thing she could think of was getting to the door. There, Kilmer could sweep in her into his arms and make the cruel injustices of the world disappear. She knew she shouldn't have been having some of those thoughts in the back of her mind. He was practically a married man and he disappeared on her so long ago.
A soft groan resonated in the back of her throat. Then why was she having these thoughts about him? She remembered the warmth from his muscular arms and their massive strength. She was reminded of the softness of his touch and the gentle feel of his lips. As she desperately tried to pull herself into the sanctity of the living, she tried so hard to push those feelings away.
Was it possible to be in love with two men at the same time but not allowed to be in love with either of them? She would always love Kilmer. He was one of those loves that grew slowly from out of nowhere, really. He died and it was a kick in the stomach and she carried that around with her for a long time. She felt so responsible for his death and vowed never to be truly over it. But then there was Danny and a year after his death, Vaughn. She knew she would always love all the men in her life but something about Vaughn would forever set him apart. There was something soft and mysterious about him. The way he moved, the way he smiled, the way he acted, everything just drew her in closer and closer to falling for him completely and totally again.
Her arms started to shake violently and she found herself connecting face first with the floor again. But this time, she stayed there for a moment. She needed to get her thoughts together. This was a definite habit she was getting into. Whenever she was seriously injured, her mind drifted to places that it shouldn't and it just made things more confusing when she healed. She would obsess on little things but over time as she got further and further into the job, the obsessive topics became greater and greater. She licked her lips, tasting the tart taste of blood on her lips.
Madison swallowed hard and raised her chin up slightly. There was a definite change in her posture as she snapped into her professional mode. "We can do this, Robbie. We just need to keep Layla out of this. Do you want me to call up Anastasia and get her to watch her? I'm just so afraid- " She was a mother first, an agent second. The safety of her daughter remained her top priority.
"We're going to have to this quietly, Maddie. It's going to be really tough but we can do this. We're going back to our roots." He tried to laugh lightly at the joke he was lamely making. It had been a long time since they had really had a life-threatening mission. Sure, they had been on missions since Layla's birth but nothing to this magnitude. Nothing ever put Layla's life in danger. He crouched over the crib again and looked at his daughter and touched her face her softly. Her skin was so soft beneath his fingertips and he fell in love with her all over again.
Madison joined him by the side of the crib and leaned over. Her eyes glanced back and forth between her boyfriend and her daughter. "This is the most dangerous stunt we've ever had to pull, Robbie. I mean, I know we have to-"
He looked at her harshly, "We can't even debate it! Right now, there's a man out there that was sent to kill Sydney and-"He stood up right suddenly and grabbed his gun from beneath the crib. They kept their extra pieces taped beneath the bars. He grabbed his piece and handed Madison's hers.
"What? Robbie, what is it?" She took her gun in her hand and concealed it beneath her long sweater. "What are you thinking?"
Kilmer had made his way towards the door and looked at her, "That man Jonathan Ross is Covenant and he was sent to kill Sydney and Vaughn, right? We just left a hit-man alone with his targets." Pressing his finger to his lip, he silenced her. With the utmost caution, he unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open and entered the living room.
***********
Jonathan watched the bedroom door shut before turning back to Lauren. He pressed his lips up to her ear and whispered, "I think we've been made, baby." He let a trail of kisses around her jaw line and then looked her in the eyes. He held her hands tightly in his and looked at her with a small ounce of concern in his eyes. Jonathan rarely got concerned over anything. This had to be bad if he was this upset.
She puckered her lips out of slight disappointment of the broken contact. She had this thing about stopping things she loved. But, she quickly settled down to business, refusing to let her feathers get ruffled by this one minute detail. "There's another safe house nearby we can stay at." She looked him in the eye but broke the contact to glance at the door, "Don't you think it's going to be more suspicious if we just get up and leave?"
"Lauren." He raised his eyebrows in a scolding manner. He was obviously getting upset with her but didn't want to show it.
He was so sexy was he was upset but she decided to save those thoughts for later. She chose, instead, to raise her dark eyebrow in an aggravated form and went through the pages of her logical thinking. "Kilmer and Perkins are going to come back in here and realize that we're not here. It's safer to stay here and just hash it out. This is sure bet that we can eliminate Michael and Sydney. Why are we going to put that in jeopardy? They're both already weak!" She hissed, barely above a whisper.
"Why are you second guessing me all of a sudden? You never have before." He snapped angrily, showing his flaring temper that could rise and fall like a Phoenix's tail.
She could match him and go punch for punch, "Give me solid reason why I shouldn't be second guessing you. Why-"She was promptly cut off by Jonathan pressing his lips to hers, silencing her any attempt to further conversation.
He leaned back and smiled that coy, cunning smile, "The reason why you trust is because you love me. The reason why you trust is because you're going to marry me." He took her left hand in his and laid a kiss on her ring finger, emitting a soft giggle from her chest.
She quickly stood up and grinned equally as wicked. Life was wonderful when she did things like this. She was a good girl through and through but when a good girl goes bad, she goes bad. Jonathan pulled himself to his feet. She brushed her lips against his. "Are you armed?"
"Am I? Am I?" He joked laughingly. He was always carrying some sort of weapon with him at all times, even to bed.
"Take that as a yes." She pulled his hand and started to make their way towards the door, hoping they would make it out in time. This was the new part she loved of being a double agent. It was that adrenaline rush that she used to get when she was a rookie but had long since worn out. But when she was with Jonathan, everything came back. The old thrills and chills running through her spine were enough to send a grown girl into a fit of the giggles. She never felt more alive than when she was around him. There was something about him that completely captivated her and she never wanted to be without him ever.
They raced to the door and shut it firmly behind them but were cautious enough not to slam. They raced down the old creaky steps and bolted down to the streets of Odessa. The cold air assaulted their barely cloaked bodies and Lauren pulled her body closer to his. "Confirmation 3940-48385-38583. Password Rising Sun." Lauren pulled out her cell phone and rambled quickly. Jonathan loosened his embrace on her and stepped out off of the curb to hail a cab.
"Confirmation approved, Mockingbird. Proceed." A rather robotic sounding female voice answered.
Lauren snapped her phone shut as Jonathan ushered her into a newly found cab, "We're in." She sat back against the uncomfortable black seat. She crossed her legs over the other and threw her arm over the back. She propped her other arm on the elbow and cocked her wrist with flare and attitude. With a glance and seductive glare, she hoarsely whispered, "We can still do it."
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Sydney was still coughing heavily as she fought to get to her feet. There was now a smear of blood across her mouth and her mouth filled with it every time she coughed. Her two feet landed on the floor soundly and using the bed, she pushed herself to stand upright. Once there, she swayed slightly put managed to propel her body to move forward. With stiff knee, she pushed one leg forward and then the other. One step became two and three soon four. But somewhere along the way, her knees began to cave. She willed her body to keep going but her eyes shut for a split moment and the next thing she knew, her body came into cold contact with the floor.
She gasped for air loudly as all the air was knocked from her lungs. A film of dust had stuck to the side of her face that had hit the floor. With her injured arms, she pushed her body up and if she was anyone else, she would have cried. But the emotions stayed suppressed and the only thing she could think of was getting to the door. There, Kilmer could sweep in her into his arms and make the cruel injustices of the world disappear. She knew she shouldn't have been having some of those thoughts in the back of her mind. He was practically a married man and he disappeared on her so long ago.
A soft groan resonated in the back of her throat. Then why was she having these thoughts about him? She remembered the warmth from his muscular arms and their massive strength. She was reminded of the softness of his touch and the gentle feel of his lips. As she desperately tried to pull herself into the sanctity of the living, she tried so hard to push those feelings away.
Was it possible to be in love with two men at the same time but not allowed to be in love with either of them? She would always love Kilmer. He was one of those loves that grew slowly from out of nowhere, really. He died and it was a kick in the stomach and she carried that around with her for a long time. She felt so responsible for his death and vowed never to be truly over it. But then there was Danny and a year after his death, Vaughn. She knew she would always love all the men in her life but something about Vaughn would forever set him apart. There was something soft and mysterious about him. The way he moved, the way he smiled, the way he acted, everything just drew her in closer and closer to falling for him completely and totally again.
Her arms started to shake violently and she found herself connecting face first with the floor again. But this time, she stayed there for a moment. She needed to get her thoughts together. This was a definite habit she was getting into. Whenever she was seriously injured, her mind drifted to places that it shouldn't and it just made things more confusing when she healed. She would obsess on little things but over time as she got further and further into the job, the obsessive topics became greater and greater. She licked her lips, tasting the tart taste of blood on her lips.