A/N: Hey guys! Not much to say here so many thanks to:

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Chapter 10: When Waiting Doesn't Work

Adrianna tapped her foot on the floor, making a slight clicking noise and giving away her impatience. She was waiting and had been for awhile. But it wasn't working. She daintily lit a French cigarette. No, this wasn't working at all. She took a drag. Sands wasn't part of the investigation, she knew that now. If he was, they would be discussing terms right now. So, what does one do when their prey won't come to them? They go to their prey.

Adrianna stood and crept in to the room where Alison was dozing on the bed. Adrianna studied her for a moment. The woman was attractive enough, looked intelligent and had reacted in an impressively calm manner when she first awoke. Adrianna could see why Sands had picked this girl but that didn't stop the feelings of hurt, betrayal and absolute anger from attacking her.

Adrianna was a smart woman. She very rarely showed any emotion whatsoever, it was weakness in her books. She was always very calm, impeccably well organized. And she knew how to work Agent Sands.

She took another puff on her cigarette, exhaled and exited the room. She weaved her way through corridors and eventually came to a small set of stairs which led up. She walked up them, pushed open the trapdoor at the top and stepped out in to an old and very dusty barn, which covered the maze of underground hallways and rooms that had been discovered five years before by two of her employees. She had decided that it was the perfect spot to keep the girl for no one else, not even Sands, knew about it.

Adrianna walked over to her car, which was parked nearby. It was sliver and very flashy, just the way she liked it. She was a very material woman, needing to look good all the time and to regularly buy the newest, most expensive things. Adrianna stepped inside the car and revved up the engine before zooming out of the barn.

She got herself on to the road, flipped open her cell phone and dialed 911.

"911 emergency," a man's voice said. "How may I help you?"

"Good afternoon," Adrianna said pleasantly. "My name is Elizabeth Roberts and I was wondering if, by any chance, you had recently come in to contact with an Agent Sands. I'm his doctor and it's absolutely crucial that I see him as soon as possible. I have the medication for his eyes and other wounds and they could become infected without it. Those kinds of infections could be lethal."

"Uhhh, let me check, doctor," stuttered the foolish man on the other end. Adrianna could still hear him as he moved away from the phone and called to someone else. "Bill, hey, Bill! Do you know a guy named Sands?"

"Sure I do," Bill called back. "Johnson and McLane were out with him earlier looking for some chick. Why?"

"Some woman's on the line asking to know where he is," said the first man.

Suddenly, an older and more suspicious voice, which Adrianna recognized as the man named Bill's, came on to the line.

"Who's this?" Bill demanded.

"My name is Elizabeth Roberts," Adrianna said, just as pleasantly as before. She then repeated her whole story.

"Hmmm, alright," Bill said eventually. "I'll escort you to where Sands is staying. Just come down to the station."

Adrianna narrowed her eyes. That was not part of the plan. Regardless, it was still possible.

"Certainly," Adrianna continued in a normal voice that betrayed none of her distaste. "I'll be there as soon as possible."

They hung up and Adrianna continued driving, stopping at the nearest mall. She quickly found one and hurried in to a clothing store. She picked up some casual clothes and shoes, paid for them and returned to her car to change, making sure she had her pistol tucked away safely inside of her new clothes. She was then on her way to the police station.

It wasn't hard to find and Adrianna drove right up to it, parked and ran in to the police station, wanting to seem as hurried and breathless as possible. She carried with her a bag containing a few bottles without labels that held pills. In the lining of the bag was a small blade.

The first thing Adrianna saw upon entering was a big, beefy man in his late fifties.

"Bill?" she asked.

"Doctor Roberts," stated Bill, nodding and shaking her hand. "Follow me."

Bill led her outside to a police cruiser and gestured for her to get in. As she did so, Adrianna could feel Bill's eyes on her but said nothing, merely smirked. Bill got in immediately after her and pulled out of the parking lot. He drove quickly, way over the speed limit, and drilled her with questions the whole time. Adrianna responded to each one calmly which, for some reason, seemed to irritate Bill. Adrianna was inwardly impressed, this cop was smarter than most. He was rightfully suspicious and asked tough questions but he couldn't catch her.

It wasn't long before Bill pulled in to the parking lot of a dingy motel. He killed the engine.

"Now listen up, doctor," he said. "Sands is in room 406. I will escort you there and wait outside the door while you give him his medicine. Unless Sands tells me otherwise, I will wait for approximately five minutes. If you are not back outside in that time, I will be coming in."

Adrianna raised one eyebrow ever so slightly. All business, this one.

"Very well, officer," she replied and made her way to room 406, Bill on her heels.

Bill had been suspicious about this woman ever since she had been mentioned by his flustered buddy. Bill had been a cop, a damn good one at that, for just over twenty years. He had seen it all and knew when someone was fake. In fact, that was the first word that had popped in to his head when he had first seen this lady. But he was now beginning to do a double take. She had seemed so unfazed this whole time and had answered all his questions perfectly. Still, there was no harm in being cautious.
Adrianna strode up to door with the number 406 drawn in marker on it. She knocked briskly and Sands came to the door immediately. The only sign of surprise he displayed was the slight raise of his eyebrows.

"Ah, Mr. Sands," said Adrianna. "It's good to see you again."

"Can't say the same, unfortunately," said Sands dryly.

"Sands, is this your doctor?" Bill butted in. Sands turned to face him.

"My doctor?"

"That's what she claims," said Bill, frowning.

"Of course she's my fucking doctor!" snapped Sands. "Now will you fuck off so I can get my pills?"

So she was his doctor. Bill was dismayed. He must be losing his touch.

"Sure thing," Bill said. His voice was gruff. "Will she be needing a ride home?"

"No thank you," Adrianna smiled sweetly. "Thank you very much for all your help."

Bill nodded to the pair and walked off to his cruiser. It wasn't until he had driven out of eyeshot that Sands and Adrianna entered the motel room.

"I appreciate it," Adrianna said, sitting of the edge of the bed. "That cop has been on my ass since the start."

"Cut the crap," hissed Sands, pacing back and forth. "Where is she?"

"She's safe," said Adrianna, amused. Sands was on her in a flash, grasping her throat.

"Don't play with me," he snarled. "Tell me where the fuck she is."

The knifed was at his throat before he could react. Adrianna had ripped it from her bag, which lay innocently next to her.

"Unhand me, please," she said politely. "I won't tell you where she is until we cut a deal. You see, we really need to talk."

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