AN: Ok here are the next couple of chapters, thanks for all of your kind reviews which are always appreciated. As always please read and review, make my day please
Emma was sat at the bar of a club, sipping on her white wine spritzer. Reflecting on her day, Emma couldn't help but smile at the memory of the young couple who she had managed to 'persuade' into buying loads of lingerie, exploiting their love for one another. However the smile was quickly replaced with a frown as she thought of the mornings events with the blonde feral. Emma couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger and raw pain, downing her drink in response to stem any tears that dared to fall.
"Same again," Emma ordered only for a male voice t interrupt from behind her.
"I'll get that for the lady and I'll have a whiskey please," the tall, dark haired man smiled sweetly at the barmaid who sauntered off to get their drinks.
"Urm…thanks," Emma smiled weakly.
"Brennan Mulwray," Brennan introduced himself, extending a hand which was taken by Emma who shook it courteously.
"Emma DeLauro," Emma replied, watching as Brennan now paid for their drinks.
"I hope you don't mind me joining you, but I couldn't allow a beautiful young lady like you to sit alone," Brennan explained with a glint in his eye.
"Of course I don't mind, to be honest, I welcome the company right now. I'm pretty sure I'm being followed," Emma confided for the first time, sensing that Brennan was a genuine guy, even if he was a bit of a flirt.
"Followed? Do you know who by?" Brennan's glint had now turned into a look of concern.
Without saying anything Emma fed the image directly into Brennan's mind, which he instantly picked up.
"I saw him hanging about outside the club earlier," Brennan stated.
"Oh no, I need to go," Emma said, beginning to rise from her stool.
"Hey, stay and finish your drink and then I will make sure you get home safely ok?" Brennan reassured.
"Thanks, you seem unlike everyone else, I sense something different about you," Emma stumbled on her words.
"I know what you mean; you're unlike others too, like how did you put that guy's picture in my head?" Brennan asked curiosity getting the better of him.
"I guess it's a gift, something I have had since I was a kid. I can feel and manipulate other peoples' emotions occasionally, although I'm not sure why," Emma revealed to a genuinely interested Brennan, who she expected to run a mile at her admission.
"Well I can do this," Brennan said sparking a small ball of electricity from his hands, making it disappear almost as quick, if not quicker than it had appeared.
"Wow," Emma stared in awe.
"Neat party trick huh?" Brennan grinned, just as the GSA agent who had been following Emma appeared in the doorway, swiftly heading in their direction once he had spotted them through his dark sunglasses.
"Miss DeLauro, if you would like to come with me," the agent spoke monotonously, a hand gripping her shoulder.
"Hey, take your hand off of her," Brennan said somewhat menacingly, building a tesla coil.
The agent however only smirked, before Brennan sent the coil straight at him, knocking him a good ten metres or so backwards.
"Run Emma!" Brennan instructed, taking her elbow as they became to run for the exit, only to be confronted by another agent in the corridor, which Brennan stopped to tackle, allowing Emma to escape into the crisp night air.
Emma ran down the somewhat desolate street, fear and adrenaline keeping her moving at a reasonable pace her knee length red jacket billowing around her. Her 'fight or flight' response definitely having chosen flight.
It wasn't until she had rounded a corner that her heart practically leapt into her throat, her whole body now ceasing to move as she took in the group of GSA agents obstructing her escape.
AS if synchronised the agents proceeded in walking towards a now desperate and fearful Emma, who transfixed to the spot began looking around in the desperate hope of seeing her new friend Brennan, all the while her likely captors continued to encroach upon her at a speed that wasn't incredibly fast but more of a leisurely dawdle.