Disclaimer: I only own Taylor. The rest belong to Mr. Dixon.
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Taylor glanced over at Frank during lunch. They were studying French, and Frank wasn't as good with it as he wanted to be. "I could teach you."
"You can speak French?"
"Et plusieurs autres langues. Je suis allé à une toute école de la fille, se rappeler? C'était notre façon d'échapper d'où nous étions. "
"What?"
I said, 'And several other languages. I went to an all girl's school, remember? It was our way of escaping from where we were'."
"Oh."
"Are you okay?"
"Fine. It's just that when you said that, you have a French accent."
"That's from all the books on tape. I never learned from a teacher. I listened to the language and learned to mimic the accent that way."
"Taylor, there is one thing that I could use your help saying."
"And that is?"
"Will you go out with me tonight?"
"J'aimerais sortir avec vous ce soir, demain la nuit et n'importe quelle nuit pour le reste de ma vie. Parce que je pense que je vous aime."
"What was that?"
"The answer that you wanted. I said, 'I would love to go out with you tonight, tomorrow night and any night for the rest of my life. Because I think I love you.' Frank stared at her for a moment and started to blush. Taylor grabbed her backpack and said, "I'm sorry."
"Taylor, wait." Frank grabbed her arm. What was that last part that you said in French?"
"Je pense que je vous aime."
"No, those last three words."
"Je vous aime."
"Taylor." Frank looked into Taylor's eyes and said with all seriousness, "Je vous aime."
"Vous m'aimez ?"
"Oui."
"Mais.. j'ai été seulement ici pour un jour."
"Il ne m'a pas d'importance. Je vous aime. C'était l'amour à première vue."
"Alors je serais honoré sortir avec vous. Pouvoir nous dine premièrement avec votre famille. Je n'ai jamais eu une maison un repas cuisiné. J'ai été envoyé à une école privée à un très jeune âge."
"Je serais honoré."
Joe watched the events and asked Chet, "What was that all about?"
"What?"
"That conversation."
"Simple, he asked her out, she said yes and then told him that she loved him. He stopped her from leaving and told her that he loved her. She then asked him if that was what he said and he said that it was. She asked them if they could have dinner at your house and he said yes."
"You know French?"
"Hey, when your brother constantly bug me with it, I'm going to know it sooner or later."
"Wait, if Frank needed help studying French…" Joe trailed off. Frank was in Advanced Placement French. "Never mind."
"I thought you'd say that."
"But when did you take French?"
"Last year. Iola talked me into it." Chet smiled at the memory. Joe remembered that Iola had been talking about traveling around France before college. He looked thoughtful. Al-Rousasa had destroyed more lives than anyone would understand. Shaking himself mentally, he heard Chet ask, "I wonder how Callie's taking the break-up." Joe spotted her glaring daggers at Taylor. That was a clear answer as to how she was taking it.
The Gray Man walked up to the front door of the affluent mansion. He knew for a fact that Al-Rousasa's daughter was in America and was in Bayport. He had came into town to warn Frank and Joe about the danger that they were in. Fenton was out of town on a case and Laura Hardy had promised to let her husband know the moment that he returned. The Gray Man had asked her not to tell him that he was in town, and that he wanted to make sure that no one knew. Mrs. Hardy thought that The Gray Man was an old friend from college who wore so much Gray that he simply became known as 'the Gray Man' as a nickname. Only Frank, Joe and Fenton knew the truth. Just as he reached the door, The Gray Man saw it open and had a gun inches from his face. "Mr. Arthur E. Gray, also known as the Gray Man. So nice of you to come to my home." The woman that was holding the gun smirked. I knew that you would be in town sooner or later to warn the Hardy family. Too bad you will not live long enough to pass on that warning." She then motioned for him to enter. The Gray Man walked in. He saw ten other Assassins standing around with guns drawn. "We are ready to kill you if you try to run." She turned and told the other Assassins, "Wenn er versucht, zu entkommen, bringt ihn hinter und tötet ihn."
'If my German isn't that rusty she just said, 'If he tries to escape, bring him back and kill him'. Small comfort right now.' The Gray Man thought to himself. The woman motioned over to a door with the gun. The door was opened a set of stairs leading down could be seen. Walking down the stairs, the Gray Man winced when the door was slammed shut. A young woman's voice called out from below, "Who's there?"
"A friend." The Gray Man walked down the stairs, barely able to see his hand in front of his face.
"Wait." A flashlight was turned on. "They'll turn on the lights in another hour or so. I don't know what time it is."
"Why are they holding you here?"
"They were talking about letting me go a few days ago, but something happened. I was working on the Philip Walker campaign when…"
"Wait… Philip Walker? That was a few weeks ago.' The Gray Man gaped at the young woman that was holding the flashlight. "But that's impossible."
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A smiley face in the e-mail of who ever can guess who the Gray Man is talking to. The biggest hint is the fact that the young woman mentioned Philip Walker.