A/N So yeah this chapter is shorter but it was either make this one short
and the other long or have a ridiculously long chapter and have you guys
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Redemption Chapter Eighteen
The champagne glasses clinked nosily, the string band played on, the chatter surrounded him and the dance floor was full but Jake MacGyver or rather JD Salenger didn't hear any of it. He glanced at his watch, a quarter past eight. They were late.
Ruggiero stood across the floor and raised his glass when Salenger's gaze stopped on him. JD gave him a smile tipping his glass as well. Inwardly Jake MacGyver cringed; the guy was slime.
"Relax Mac," Paul Collins handed him a glass of champagne. "You're making me nervous," he added his thick Russian accent never faltering.
"They're late."
"They'll be here," he said confidently.
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Kathryn struggled with the buckles on her shoes. Her hands trembled not obeying her thoughts as she tried to do up the high-heeled sandals.
"Kathryn are you ready?" Jack knocked on her door. "We're late."
"Almost," she said as she struggled with the shoes. "Damn shoes," she muttered finally succeeding in fastening the left shoe; new shoes the buckles were always tough. She stood her hands shaking and silently she willed them to stop. Standing in front of the mirror she surveyed herself, everything was perfect. Well as perfect as perfect could get when you don't recognize the reflection looking back at you. She'd never worn anything so exquisite before. The dress, one could not quite call it blue nor purple but a mixture in-between, was a fitted bodice a full skirt falling to the floor with layers of fabric underneath puffing out around her. The bodice was covered in tiny beads crisscrossing into a lattice effect. It had taken her two hours to curl the wig and long ringlets now fell halfway down her back with the front pieces pinned up by a diamond studded clip. The make up was flawless her lips were a deep red and her eyes were complemented by a nice violet shadow.
She opened the door and stepped into the small sitting room. Samuel Deveraux, his daughter Alexia and their driver William (Eric) were occupying the penthouse suite for the night in Valencia's grandest hotel. Grand was the appropriate word; Kathryn was afraid to touch anything for fear it would break. Neither man said a word as she stepped out. "What do I look that bad?" she joked taking her purse from the side table.
Jack stood and slipped his coat on. He held the door open; "we're late."
Kathryn was surprised when she felt Eric behind her. He held out her coat and she slipped her arms in. "If he's not going to say it than I will," he said quietly in her ear but loud enough for Jack to hear. "You look damn pretty tonight."
A smile traced her lips, "thanks," was all she said. She breezed by Jack then paused speaking in a deep Southern accent. "The first thing you need to learn, 'Daddy' is that teenage girls love to make an entrance."
Weiss nearly snorted trying not to laugh and Jack was speechless as they followed her to the elevator.
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Kathryn thanked the waiter who took her coat and Jack gave their names to the guard who stood at the door. He held out his arm to Kathryn and she took it as they walked to the top of the stairs.
"Nervous?" he whispered in her ear.
"Like I'm going to be sick," she said through clenched teeth a smile plastered on her face.
"It'll pass," he patted her arm. "Just stick to being Alexia and you'll be fine. Turn your comm link on." She fiddled with her earring momentarily.
"Retriever, Homebase this is Papa Bear," Jack said softly. "We're in."
"Shiner say something so I can test out your comm link." Weiss' voice came through her ears and she winced a little, it was loud.
"I thought I told you not to call me that."
"I like it," he laughed knowing it irritated her. "Yeah Shiner's good."
"You're on," Jack whispered in her ear. He squeezed her arm a little tighter as they came to stand at the top of the stairs leading down to the ballroom. Kathryn held her breath as they both searched the crowd below for JD Salenger and his partner Paul Collins.
JD spotted Ruggiero walking towards him. "Senor Ruggiero," he smiled at him.
"I do believe your fiancée has arrived Senor Salenger," his Spanish accent thick.
He nodded towards the stairs and slowly JD turned to face the stairs taking a few steps forwards. He looked up and saw Alexia, he was positive it was her, her long red hair spilling around her shoulders and she looked directly at him. Damn she is young. He moved towards the bottom of the stairs and waited until Alexia and her father reached the bottom. She held out her hands to him and he took them drawing her to him he kissed her cheek and hugged her tight. "Alexia Deveraux I presume, what are you nineteen?" he whispered in her ear.
"Close," she whispered back.
"What's close?"
"Seventeen."
"You're not CIA," he said slowly. She heard the concern in his voice.
"No, I'm saving your ass."
"Smooth Kat, smooth," Weiss' laughter rang in her ear and she forced a smile. This was going to be a long and difficult night and her feet were aching already. Whoever invented high-heeled shoes ought to be shot.
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Redemption Chapter Eighteen
The champagne glasses clinked nosily, the string band played on, the chatter surrounded him and the dance floor was full but Jake MacGyver or rather JD Salenger didn't hear any of it. He glanced at his watch, a quarter past eight. They were late.
Ruggiero stood across the floor and raised his glass when Salenger's gaze stopped on him. JD gave him a smile tipping his glass as well. Inwardly Jake MacGyver cringed; the guy was slime.
"Relax Mac," Paul Collins handed him a glass of champagne. "You're making me nervous," he added his thick Russian accent never faltering.
"They're late."
"They'll be here," he said confidently.
~ ~ ~
Kathryn struggled with the buckles on her shoes. Her hands trembled not obeying her thoughts as she tried to do up the high-heeled sandals.
"Kathryn are you ready?" Jack knocked on her door. "We're late."
"Almost," she said as she struggled with the shoes. "Damn shoes," she muttered finally succeeding in fastening the left shoe; new shoes the buckles were always tough. She stood her hands shaking and silently she willed them to stop. Standing in front of the mirror she surveyed herself, everything was perfect. Well as perfect as perfect could get when you don't recognize the reflection looking back at you. She'd never worn anything so exquisite before. The dress, one could not quite call it blue nor purple but a mixture in-between, was a fitted bodice a full skirt falling to the floor with layers of fabric underneath puffing out around her. The bodice was covered in tiny beads crisscrossing into a lattice effect. It had taken her two hours to curl the wig and long ringlets now fell halfway down her back with the front pieces pinned up by a diamond studded clip. The make up was flawless her lips were a deep red and her eyes were complemented by a nice violet shadow.
She opened the door and stepped into the small sitting room. Samuel Deveraux, his daughter Alexia and their driver William (Eric) were occupying the penthouse suite for the night in Valencia's grandest hotel. Grand was the appropriate word; Kathryn was afraid to touch anything for fear it would break. Neither man said a word as she stepped out. "What do I look that bad?" she joked taking her purse from the side table.
Jack stood and slipped his coat on. He held the door open; "we're late."
Kathryn was surprised when she felt Eric behind her. He held out her coat and she slipped her arms in. "If he's not going to say it than I will," he said quietly in her ear but loud enough for Jack to hear. "You look damn pretty tonight."
A smile traced her lips, "thanks," was all she said. She breezed by Jack then paused speaking in a deep Southern accent. "The first thing you need to learn, 'Daddy' is that teenage girls love to make an entrance."
Weiss nearly snorted trying not to laugh and Jack was speechless as they followed her to the elevator.
~ ~ ~
Kathryn thanked the waiter who took her coat and Jack gave their names to the guard who stood at the door. He held out his arm to Kathryn and she took it as they walked to the top of the stairs.
"Nervous?" he whispered in her ear.
"Like I'm going to be sick," she said through clenched teeth a smile plastered on her face.
"It'll pass," he patted her arm. "Just stick to being Alexia and you'll be fine. Turn your comm link on." She fiddled with her earring momentarily.
"Retriever, Homebase this is Papa Bear," Jack said softly. "We're in."
"Shiner say something so I can test out your comm link." Weiss' voice came through her ears and she winced a little, it was loud.
"I thought I told you not to call me that."
"I like it," he laughed knowing it irritated her. "Yeah Shiner's good."
"You're on," Jack whispered in her ear. He squeezed her arm a little tighter as they came to stand at the top of the stairs leading down to the ballroom. Kathryn held her breath as they both searched the crowd below for JD Salenger and his partner Paul Collins.
JD spotted Ruggiero walking towards him. "Senor Ruggiero," he smiled at him.
"I do believe your fiancée has arrived Senor Salenger," his Spanish accent thick.
He nodded towards the stairs and slowly JD turned to face the stairs taking a few steps forwards. He looked up and saw Alexia, he was positive it was her, her long red hair spilling around her shoulders and she looked directly at him. Damn she is young. He moved towards the bottom of the stairs and waited until Alexia and her father reached the bottom. She held out her hands to him and he took them drawing her to him he kissed her cheek and hugged her tight. "Alexia Deveraux I presume, what are you nineteen?" he whispered in her ear.
"Close," she whispered back.
"What's close?"
"Seventeen."
"You're not CIA," he said slowly. She heard the concern in his voice.
"No, I'm saving your ass."
"Smooth Kat, smooth," Weiss' laughter rang in her ear and she forced a smile. This was going to be a long and difficult night and her feet were aching already. Whoever invented high-heeled shoes ought to be shot.
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