Enmity
Chapter 11: Good Night
Fin paused, and let what she just said sink in. "Who is Joe Waters?"
"My best friend and I killed him," she answered him quietly.
"I don't think you could kill anyone, so tell me what happened."
"What does it matter? He's dead, I'm dead, and we're both dead to the world. We have been for almost four months."
"Daisy, what the hell does that mean?"
"Munch didn't tell you?" she asked, her head titling in curiosity. He shook his head and she explained, "Daisy Clampett doesn't exist. It's a cover Abigail gave me."
"If you're not Daisy, who are you and who is Abigail?"
"My name is Mary Tudor, yes, like Bloody Mary, and Abigail Waters is Joe's mum."
"You're name is Mary?" Mary (Daisy) nodded. "Abigail is Joe's 'mum.' Who is Joe?"
Mary got up, and pulled out a box she had hidden in the kitchen. It was labeled "Ethan." She pulled out a couple scrapbooks and held them close. She looked at Fin carefully, clutched the book tighter and then said, "Joe and I grew up together. High school sweethearts you would say, but we stopped dating during what you call senior year. We stayed in touch over the years and on a night I had come back from weeks of undercover work, and he was back from Liverpool we went out for drinks to catch up. While we were walking back to his flat…"
She drifted off and handed him the scrapbooks. Fin looked uncertainly at them, but before he could ask anything Mary went on. "We were walking, when we were attacked by Ethan and his needles. When Joe tried to protect me, Ethan stabbed him with the drugs. When I tried to help Joe, Ethan stabbed me. Ethan then raped me, injected me with something else and then I passed out. When I woke up I was in some private hospital way the hell out in the country. Abigail was there to tell me Joe was dead and that they had faked my death to help protect me."
"How was Abigail able to do that?"
"Abigail was the Chief Superintendent of my precinct at the Special Branch."
"A what at what?"
"Chief Superintendent Waters is our CO at the Special Branch, which is not like Special Victims Unit at all. We deal with terrorist groups and things like that in London, England."
Fin was quite for a moment and asked, "So that story you told me about the convenience store was true?"
"Yes, and guess what nickname the media gave me."
"Bloody Mary."
She nodded and opened on of the scrapbooks to a newspaper clipping titled, "Bloody Mary Found Bloody One Last Time." Fin scanned the article quickly and asked, "So, they think you're dead over in London, which is where you're from?" She nodded. "And Abigail was your CO and the mother of Joe?"
"Yes."
"And you're saying you killed Joe?"
Mary stood up and walked away from Fin. "I know it sounds stupid, and everyone keeps telling me it's not my fault, but I still feel like it's me fault. If Joe hadn't been with me that night, he'd be alive."
"Daisy, I mean Mary, that's not your fault. Ethan was the one who killed him, not you."
"But Ethan was after me, not Joe! Maybe I did something subconsciously-"
"Mary, you didn't do anything wrong," Fin interrupted.
She sighed. "I wish I could believe you."
Fin cupped her chin and forced her to look directly into his eyes. "This is not your fault, Mary. You didn't kill anyone. It is not your fault."
She looked up into his eyes. There, she found the relief she had been searching for. There, she found understanding and kindness. And there was the man she had been waiting for.
Before she knew what she was doing, she kissed him. She felt his body tense up for a moment, and couldn't blame him. What they were doing was wrong. It went against all the rules they had to choke down thanks to their job. This could cost him his job, and he was damn good at it, too. Still, he didn't pull away.
He ran a hand through her hair, her lovely thick and tight curly hair with its unusual light color. It was soft and just absorbed his hand, while his other hand was now placed gently on her back, as though guiding her even though she was the one who instigated the kiss.
Her delectable lips moved from his mouth down to his neck, kissing a tender spot.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he moaned.
"No, we should," she said, as she moved to his lips again.
He made no more objections. He wrapped his strong arm firmly around her waist. Her eyebrows rose at such an aggressive act and he gave her a look that told her not to say a word before they kissed passionately.
Soon, they found their way to the bed, with their clothes scattered across the floor. Their bodies became entwined with each other, moving to the rhythm of an unheard beat. She kissed him softly everywhere, driving him insane.
One of their cell phones began to ring. They looked at each other and made an unspoken agreement not to break their moment of passion with the crushing pressures of reality.
He rolled her over and began to explore her body with his mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips as he touched a tender spot. He grinned at her, flashing his white teeth. She looked at him, annoyed, partially because he was seeing her during one of her most vulnerable times and knew he was enjoying himself. But so was she.
His kissed her feverishly, as his hand found hers and their fingers interlocked. His slowly began grinding his warm body against hers. She had gasped as she felt him gently ease himself into her, but his lips muffled the sound.
She let out a cry of passion as he went deeper. She groaned as she felt his hips push against hers. She arched her back as another moan escaped her. She didn't want any space between them. She wanted him so bad that it made her feel weak in the knees to have him lying on top of her, but she also wanted the feeling of control.
She rolled him over, making sure she was on top. He was startled at first, but once she kissed him and began to move her hips back and forth, he relaxed. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly as her body began thrusting back and forth in a fast tempo.
He slowly reopened his eyes, seeing her with a smug grin plastered across her face. She was enjoying this, making him moan and groan, but that smug grin will be gone once he makes her scream in ecstasy.
It was his turn for the control, his turn to make her moan and groan. He went to flip her over, but she didn't want to relinquish her control yet. They rolled around in a playful struggle, seeing who would be the first to give in. It ended up with him on top, kissing her with a gentle ease.
She stared up at him. She had no clue what she was doing, let alone why she was doing it with him. This was the last thing she had on her mind when she first met him, and yet it felt so right. It was almost as though their bodies were made for each other.
As he thrust deeper and harder, she moaned the words "oh yes," over and over again. He knew soon he would have accomplished his goal, and with several harder, quicker thrusts she screamed as a sensation known as pure bliss tingled throughout her body.
She smiled up at him sweetly. It was her first real smile that he had ever seen since they met. This smile had no trace of bitterness or sarcasm in it. It wasn't a smug or arrogant smile. There was no trace of resentment or sadness. Just joy, bliss and happiness and it made her look all the more beautiful.
He felt himself lose control, and he was also overcome with the same feeling of bliss.
He rolled over to the side, panting for breath. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he was very tried, but it felt so good. He looked over at her, and realized she was also panting and was exhausted.
She turned her head and stared into his eyes, still smiling. He was so gorgeous when he wasn't frowning. She leaned over a placed her hand delicately on his chest. She had the touch like a ghost; he could just barely feel it. Then, she kissed him in the same ghostly way.
As she turned to go to sleep, he grabbed her wrist and rolled her closer to him. He wrapped his arm around her firmly, as if to make sure she was really there and not something he dreamed up. Then he kissed her deeply.
There was no need to comment on what just happened. They both felt the same way. Only one thing needed to be said.
"Good night," he whispered peacefully into her ear, right before they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
