Blood and Balls
Disclaimer: Would I even be here if I owned Dark Angel? I think not.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: M/A
Summary: Max and Alec have to attend a charity ball in an attempt to retrieve some blood samples that have fallen into the wrong hands. Naturally, it leads to all manners of confusion.
Author's Note: I wrote this story ages ago, way before I had even started writing 'Triangle' or 'Freedom on the inside'. I didn't particularly like it, cos I thought, if I was being brutally honest, it was a bit on the cheesy side but I thought I'd let you guys be the judge of that. Please read and review!
Chapter Four
The Hunt for Blood
Everything in the house smelt of money; the large oak doors, the carefully decorated ceilings, the expensive textured wallpaper and grand chandeliers – the entire house was covered in it.
"It would be great if this house had some signs you know, 'this way to the bathroom' or better still, 'this way to my study and the blood samples you stole!'" whispered an obviously frustrated Alec at the labyrinth of upper corridors.
"Shut up," Max glared. It was only the two words but they always seemed to do their job.
They continued to tip toe along the royal red carpet of the upstairs landing in mutual silence; towards the end of the corridor, Max signalled Alec to stop. Hiding behind yet another pillar, both listened for any voices coming from the study just ahead of them.
'All clear' came the hand signal from Max as they both walked quickly into the room, Alec the last one in, shut the door quietly behind him.
The room wasn't as large as they had expected. It was for lack of a better word, quite quaint, though Max would never admit that out loud. The far wall housed a large antique bookshelf, full of volume after volume of different medical books and literary classics. In the centre was an old writing desk cut from the same wood that furnished the entire room. The nineteenth century feel of the room was however slightly disturbed by the technologies indicative of this modern era.
"Where do we look?" Alec asked, not one to indulge in his surroundings.
"Um, how about 'Patient Files,' snapped Max, disgusted at the apparent lack of IQ in Alec's possession.
Alec spun around, clearly searching for the 'Patient Files.' Max let out an audible sigh, "Behind you."
"Oh right," he said as he turned around. A large grey metal filing cabinet with about six drawers stood before him. Each drawer was labelled with a group of letters and not one of them appeared to be locked.
"Ok," Alec said turning back to Max, "What was my alias at the hospital?"
"Alec Daniels," stated Max.
"Wow you lot sure give me great names."
Max ignored his comment as he opened the first drawer. Finding the letter 'D', he searched for Daniels, "I can't find it."
"Try under 'A'."
Alec searched again, but found nothing.
"Look again," Max persisted.
"Why don't you look?" Alec finally snapped.
Max gave Alec a long hard glare before pushing past him and rummaging through the drawers herself.
Alec stepped away towards the desk. There was hardly anything on the table apart from a lamp and a few papers. He tugged at the top drawer which promptly slid open. His eyes widened at the contents,
"Looks like our Murphy's the violent type."
"Huh?" Max voiced turning away from the cabinet after having given up.
"He has about three pistols in here," he answered.
"Like I said he's not a 'normal' doctor. Try the second drawer."
Alec opened the next drawer. Max walked over to the table as he delved in and pulled out a silver box. Alec shot Max a questioning glance before unclasping the hook and cautiously lifting the lid.
The inside of the box was lined with a velvet cushion and a piece of paper on top of the cylindrical containers read 'A. Daniels.'
"Found it," Alec smiled.
"Great, now let's get out of here," Max said glancing nervously at the closed door. Shutting all the filing cabinets, she made sure everything they had touched was now back in order. Alec took out the vials of blood and hid them in Max's bag before returning the silver box into the drawer and closing those too.
Checking the coast was clear; both transgenics crept out of the study, along the corridor and back down the main staircase leading to the music of a ball under full swing.
Once reaching the ground floor, Max and Alec quickly mingled with the guests as they watched Dr Murphy at the far corner of the room still engrossed in talking to some men.
"Let's go," Max whispered as she leaned into Alec's ear. Alec nodded in agreement, entwining his arm in Max's as he had done previously in an attempt to appear a plausible couple, the X5s headed for the main exit. The bouncers were still there but quite naturally the security had now lapsed by the end of the night; so neither Max nor Alec was stopped.
"Good night," one of them had smiled.
Max had courteously returned the fake smile.
Once a safe distance away from the mansion, Max got out her phone and punched in Logan's number.
"Max?"
"Hey Logan, we got the samples, now get us out of here," she said tapping her toes in effort to keep warm.
"Be there in ten. Wait around the corner."
"Ok, see you then." Max hung up and put the phone back in her back, looking up she prompted Alec to follow, "Come on."
A/N 2: Yes it's been ages since I've updated but I won't bore you with excuses. I'm very sorry for the huge delay. But anyway, I hope there's still someone out there reading and I hope you're enjoying it. Please leave me a review, it's greatly appreciated!
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