AN:From the POV of Rai...some stuff in here will get explained in a later chapter, but can you guess who Rai really is?

Chapter 10

Previously on Deception...

"Good. Meet me by Alex's dad's house in an hour. Bye."

And now(one hour later)...

I was standing in the shadows waiting for Goren to make his appearance when what appeared to be Eames' dad came home. Shortly after that, Goren arrived.

"I believe we haven't properly introduced ourselves yet. I'm Raimunda Taylor, or Rai for short."

"Robert Goren, or Bobby."

"Now that we've got the pleasantries out of the way, tell me more about what's going on." He sighed.

"Earlier today I was pulled into an abandoned building and briefed on the matter, so after I tell you this, you'll know as much as I do." Believe me, I know a lot more than you think. "Someone, I don't know who, has Alex and I in their crosshairs. I don't know why either, but as far as I could tell, whoever it is, they're not happy with us. Since I'm "dead," I was removed from this perps list, and now it's down to one, Alex. Whoever originally pulled me into this thinks that their going to strike soon." He ran his hand through his hair as I thought this over. He was right on the matter that whoever it was, they were not happy with them, seeing as what was planned for the man that stood next to me was not pretty.

"Maybe he or she is someone from your previous cases?"

"It's possible...but how can we tell?"

"We can't. But what we can do is keep our eye on Eames." He nodded his head. Now was the perfect time to strike. "You know, you could always walk over to the house and just let yourself in." He shook his head vehemently.

"No, no. I can't do that."

"But you can. You know you can't claim that you killed yourself to go undercover. We both know you were approached after the fact. That can't be your security blanket. You can't say, 'Hey, they asked me to do it. It was for the good of mankind.' It's just wrong." By now I had chewed him out quite well. He had shrunk at least 2 inches. "You weren't there to see how devastating the effect of your 'death' was. I have to make up for that by making you feel guilty for it. God knows you deserve more than just an ass chewing." After that, we were quiet. We stood guard across the street, making sure no one who looked suspicious came by. I was brought out of my sentry duty by Bobby.

"Captain." It came out as a pained gasp, for he saw how crappy Deakins looked standing underneath the porch light.

"You see? Imagine that but five times worse for Eames." He looked at me with these eyes with so much pain in them that I had to look down at my shoes and shove my hands into my pockets. As I did this, I felt the cell phone I picked up for Goren. I waited until I felt like I could face him again, then, "Here's your cell phone, I'm gonna check the back. My number's in there, so if anything pops up, you let me know." He nodded, and I made my way across the street. I made my around the back to see a man come out of the kitchen window.

"Hey!" I whisper yelled. The man's head whipped around to face me, and he came towards me. I put up a fight when he got to me, but he knocked me down and took off through the neighbor's yard. Voices wafted through the now open window.

"Hey dad? Didn't you say all the windows were closed?" Eames voice, okay.

"This is not good." Must be her dad.

"No kidding, someone jimmied our window open." I raised my eyebrows at the choice of words.

"Not the window, the fact that someone left a note." Deakins' voice., and a note? I'm gonna have to figure out what it says.

"Come ON! First Bobby dies and now I have to deal with this?! This is just not my week." No kidding, it's not my week either. My mouth tasted of blood, and it felt like my nose was on fire, as was my right eye. I made my way back over to Goren. He eyes widened in surprise as he took in my appearance.

"I had a run in with the perp. He forced the kitchen window open and left a note. Since I can move around with no one thinking I'm dead, I'll stop by after the cop cars come and see if I can figure out what the note said. There's another number in there that's not mine, it's the number of the man who picked you up. Call him and update him on the situation." He put up both of his hand, and said, "Wait! How do you know that number?"

"He cornered my after I got the number and told me to put his number in both our phones to call and update him on developments. Well, call him." I didn't sign up to do this. I was ordered to do this. I requesting a transfer after this to some place new, preferably warm. As he finally picked the phone up, the cop cars pulled up. Holding a bandana to my nose, I made my way across the street. I paused mid-way and turned back to Goren. "You might want to make yourself scarce." He nodded, and I continued across the street. I was stopped by a uniformed officer.

"You can't go in there."

"But I know the people who live there, and I need some bandages for my nose. They help me whenever I have injuries. Just ask Captain Deakins, I saw him go in there earlier." At this the officer raised his eyebrows. "Well that was before I got hit in the eye by a football. Go ask him." I don't want to pull out my i.d., please don't make me pull out my i.d. It'll blow my cover. He turned around to go ask Deakins when he turned back to me.

"What's your name?"

"Rai Taylor." And he went off to ask about me. It didn't take long, both Deakins and someone I didn't know came back out.

"Rai. What are doing here? And what happened to your face?"

"Long story...do you have some bandages for my face?"

"Of course. I'm John Eames." The dad, ahh. "Follow us."

"What ah...what happened here?"

"We had someone break in and leave a note."

"Really? Well that must suck. What'd the note say?"

"One down and one to go, it's a shame that I didn't get to kill the big oaf, I would have enjoyed it immensely. But there is still one left, and guess who it is." I used my free hand to rub my good eye.

"Who could've left it?" Time to pick the minds of the second and third closest people to Alex.

"We don't know. She just got out of a relationship with a man that was fairly serious, it could've been him. Or it could've been an old case coming back up. We just don't know." Let's see, the relationship she was in was with an Eddie Willits, 30 yrs old, five foot seven...five foot seven...that was about how tall the man who attacked me was. Something on my face must have changed because John spoke up.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, just thinking." We finished patching me up and sat down in the family room with Alex. I waved to her and sat down in one of the chairs. Houston, we have a suspect.

AN: Here it is...up next is that I haven't decided yet..you know the drill please.