Chapter 22 - Here comes the Bride
"Hey sweetheart, this reminds me of a scene from Fargo" yelled the sergeant in charge of crime scene.
"I haven't puked in days so shove it" replied Vicki looking down at the body of drug dealer who appeared to have been beaten to death.
"Ah Vicki, the boys and I had placed bets be a sport" replied the sergeant.
"He bet against you" whispered Mike into Vicki's ear.
"And you?" she asked smiling up at Mike enjoying the way the morning light shone on his hair.
"I'm not going to answer that as you carrying a gun" Mike laughed and walked off to talk Kate Lam who just arriving at the scene.
Looking back at Vicki, Mike had to admit there still was a small part of him that wished he was marrying her tomorrow and that it was his baby she was carrying. Vicki was beautiful, she glowed with a radiance and softness that even her bad attitude couldn't hide. Walking back over Mike finished viewing the evidence so far and spoke to Vicki.
"Shouldn't you be focusing on your wedding tomorrow to his highness?" he asked.
"As if anyone would let me lift a finger where thats concerned" replied Vicki frowning.
"Bruce flew in four days ago ranting about how I screwed everything up and threatened to "rendition" me off to some eastern European country if I didn't get out of his way.
Vicki paused absent mindedly rubbing her slightly swollen abdomin. "Henry is being a royal bastard and told me just to turn up tomorrow, it was all taken care of so here I am standing over a body with the guy who's giving me away".
Mike pulled Vicki into his shoulder drawing her into his body, kissing the top of her head.
"Hey Mister Chief of Police where's mine" yelled the sergeant at them causing them to draw apart from each other.
"Come here sweetheart" yelled Mike over to the sergeant.
Vicki smiled down at the body, happy to be back doing what she most loved. This morning she had found Henry in the kitchen wearing his wedding gift from Vicki, an apron. Vicki and Henry had joked about his new role of "house husband". With Vicki now back being a detective on the police force and unwilling to give up the career she loved Henry had to accept that he would be left 'holding the baby'. She smiled thinking about all the books he had bought on infant rearing and the argument about breast feeding vs bottle.
...Assassin...
The assassin walked into his office building in the city of Ostrava Czech Republic the security at the door immediately snapped to attention.
"Good morning Mr President"
The assassin walked into his office and collapsed down into his chair watching his secretary come in.
"Good morning sir, did you have a nice trip" she asked politely wondering just where he had been these last 2 months but knowing that asking would be dangerous.
"Fine, ready my private jet and passport, I'll be leaving in the next 6 hours and expect everything to be prepared or else". He dismissed her with a wave of his hand while logging into his computer and searching for information on Vicki Nelson and Henry Fitzroys wedding...
...Henry/Vicki...
Running his hands over the small swelling of her abdomen Henry nuzzled her ear smelling in her scent. The scent of Vicki and pregnancy together was a most intoxicating scent. Vicki turned into him arms pressing her body against him enjoying his reaction.
"I thought it was bad luck to see the bride the day of the wedding" he whispered sweeping his lips against her.
"As a knocked up bride I feel its a little late to be worrying about conventions and morality" Vicki leaned into the brushing of his lips nipping down and pulling him closer.
"And may I say that you are the most beautiful 'knocked' up woman I have ever seen."
"Hey, we don't have time for this said Vicki rolling away from Henry and standing up stretching her naked body in front of him."
"Your not playing fair" groaned Henry tearing his eyes away from her.
Suddenly there was a banging at the door and a loud voice yelling.
"I know you in there Vicki Nelson your late for you hairdressing appointment, come out right now or I'll blow the door off its hinges" yelled Bruce.
"Gotta go, Vicki bent down and kissed Henrys lips. See you at the wedding"
...Assassin...
The plane landed at a small airport just south of Toronto. All the paperwork was in place, an open visa for the president to come and go between his different companies around the world with the minimum of paper work.
"I hope your business trip goes well" said the single hostess who's job was to take care of all his needs on his private jet.
"This trip is for pleasure, I'll be attending a wedding and can't wait for the bride and groom to receive my wedding gift"...
...The wedding...
Maggie stepped back from her daughter gripping Agent Fosters arm tightly in her grip, tears in her eyes.
"Your beautiful" she croaked out looking at her daughter in her wedding gown. Bruce was also dabbing his eyes with a pink silk handkerchief while brushing off invisible speaks of dust from his suit.
"No tears he hissed at Maggie and Vicki. We didn't pay for one of the best makeup artists in Toronto to have it washed away". Bruce came up and poked Vicki in the arm immediately getting a frown and causing her tears to vanish.
"Thats much better my dear, now the groom is here so all we have do to now is march down that aisle with Mike giving you away". Just then Bruces cell phone rang and cursing he turned away putting his hand over the mouth piece. "Just go now I'll get rid of this call and be out in a minute"
Vicki walked to the door opening it and looking into Mikes eyes, hearing him suck his breath in at the sight of her.
"Well sweetheart lets do this" Mike placed his hand over hers walking her out into the chapel.
Bruce turned to look at them go frowning. "Just what the fuck do you mean he has escaped, he can't have escaped out of that fuckin prison". Bruce paced the floor trying to calm down and desperately thinking. "If he only escaped out of the hospital yesterday he couldn't possibly be here. All the airports are being watched we know what he looks like right!"
"Ok, send out agents now... just in case. I'll take over security for now and let Maggie finish the wedding organising, Jesus Christ mother of God how could this have happened" said Bruce closing his cell phone and checking his weapon which he carried at all times. He would need to inform Mike after he walked Vicki down the aisle.
...Assassin...
The assassin looked at his disguise one more time before leaving the taxi at the front of the church, fake wedding invitation in hand. It was the perfect day.
...The Wedding...
Vicki looked towards Henry standing at the front of the Catholic church using that famous smile of his to melt her heart all over again, she had only just started feeling the babys little kicks as flutters across her lower abdomen and he/she was just as excited as Vicki was today. Both Henry and Vicki had agreed to wait until the baby was born to find out whether or not it was a boy or a girl with Henry hinting he would really love a "mini me" of Vicki.
Mike and Vicki stopped at the front of the church as the minister spoke.
"Who comes forward to give this bride in marriage? he asked.
Mike looked down one last time at the single Ms Nelson and replied "I do"
"With the your blessings, the Bride and Groom now come forward to be joined in marriage."
Bruce stood at the back of the church scanning the crowd thinking to himself in a state of panic that he needed Mike back here now!
...Assassin...
The assassin moved in quietly towards a seat at the back of the church watching the beautiful ceremony unfolding before him. Caressing the box beside his hand he slipped into a dream world wondering just how much of this church would be left after the mini nuclear device was triggered, not much he was guessing.
The assassin stood as the Priest asked them all to rise then froze in place. Cold metal pressed against his skull told him that the disguise was not as perfect as he had hoped.
Bruce leaned forward and whispered into his ear pulling away the package from the assassins hands.
"Nobody FUCKS up a Bruce Foster wedding"
Bruce pulled the trigger of his gun thankful of the silencer and let the assassin fall into his arms. People turned around to look at the two men with eyebrows raised.
"Its ok, Bruce whispered to them so as not to disrupt the wedding, my boyfriend is just a little overcome emotion". Bruce grabbed him around the shoulders as Mike walked up to him. Mike looked into his eyes and at the wound to the assassins head and nodded. Mike grabbed his shoulders while Bruce picked up his feet taking him into a small side room and placing him down.
"Its the assassin isn't it, said Mike looking at Bruce.
"Yes, its him, he's dead now he can't hurt anyone any more, I should have put a bullet in his brain when I first caught him. I'm sorry.
"I wanted him to suffer before that happened and now other people have died, plus weddings always make me want to cry" said Bruce turned away.
Mike grabbed his arm turning him back and looking him in the eye. "None of us would be alive if it hadn't been for you so don't ever beat yourself up ok. Mike pulled Bruce to him wrapping his arms around him in a hug. Just then the door opened to the small room and two CIA officers came in, took one look at the scene before them and backed out the door quietly.
Great just great thought Mike thinking about the rumors already circulating about the 'Lord of Letchery' and everyone else who had been in the penthouse bathroom.
Fuck it thought Mike to himself, Bruce need a hug more than he needed a reputation.
...The End...
A/N: I hope you liked the story.