A/N: wow! this is my first ever completed story. ahhhhhh, i can't believe it. i don't think i've ever finished anything in my life LOL.
the difference between alicia trying to kill massie and claire trying to kill massie was that alicia had orders and didn't know massie had been framed. claire knew all along she was innocent and still set out to kill her in the conference room.
thanks you to all my reviewers, cerulean cascades, just saying, emmy, psychotic honeybadger of death, mystiques, and the colors of the wind for your support on this challenge for myself. sorry i killed off some of your favorite characters. i appreciated all your thought and your comments. thanks for giving me the chance and taking the time to read my story. I LOVE YOU ALL.
WARNING: mature-ish themes (does a partial makeout scene count as mature? idk.). and of course, language.
Epilogue
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CHIEF OF STAFF CAMERON FISHER MURDERED
In another tragedy sweeping our nation so soon after the assassination of the President Christopher Plovert, Chief of Staff Cameron Fisher has been killed. Notified by the police on an anonymous tip, Fisher was found dead in a warehouse near the Capitol. Review of video cameras in the White House and an interview with Fisher's secretary, Kori Gedman, show and prove Fisher was last seen with Captain Derrick Harrington, head of the DIA…
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"You could still go back, you know," Massie murmured, her voice still a bit hoarse. She didn't look at him as she said the words. It would be too obvious how much the thought upset her, which made no sense… Because she and Derrick had been over for years, right? Massie wanted to clear her throat, but it was too painful. "Clear your name. If you report that it was really me, they'd believe you."
Derrick grabbed her hand, causing her to snap her eyes to his in surprise. His eyes were warm, but he was still uncharacteristically serious. His thumb rubbed over the top of her hand and goosebumps developed at the feeling of his touch.
"Let me see," He murmured, disregarding her comments completely. Massie wanted to scowl at him, but the look in his eyes was too intense. She didn't want to argue with him.
She was breathless again when he trailed his hands over her jaw again and down her collarbone. He touched her gently on the face, and Massie tilted her neck, exposing the deep purple bruises left by Claire.
Massie could feel his breath ghosting gently over her skin as he looked at her.
She had never felt more vulnerable. The feeling was everything she had ever loved and hated about being with Derrick. She didn't know what scared her more, the feelings he inspired in her or the possibility of him returning those feelings.
All her control stripping away under the look in his eyes, Derrick made Massie forget everything, that they had both just barely escaped with their lives, that they were the two most wanted people in the world right now, that they would be running until the end of time.
"No," Derrick whispered against the skin of her neck.
Massie's eyes fluttered closed, but she opened them again to meet his eyes. "Because we scattered all those BPS-6 files? Your name wasn't in any of the cases, you could still—"
Derrick cut her off with another soft refute.
He brushed back her brown hair and she watched him, the dirty blond hair falling into his eye, the freckles she had mapped into her memory. She searched his face, looking to understand what was going on in his mind.
Derrick's lips ghosted over her exposed neck again, his breath warm against her already heated skin. Massie swallowed roughly. Not a second later, his hot mouth was pressing gently, softly against her neck, his tongue caressing her skin sensually.
Massie hissed, in pleasure or pain she wasn't even sure anymore, her hands instinctively coming up to clutch at his shirt. His hands wound into her hair carefully, still paying mind to her head wound, and Massie's eyes fluttered close again and she sighed. She felt like fire, warm all over at the feeling of being in his arms.
It felt like a lifetime later when Derrick pulled away slowly. But he didn't step back. Each intake of breath was another reminder of the tingling on her neck. The pleasure of Derrick's caresses overpowered the lingering pain in her throat.
"No, Block," He whispered again. His forehead touched hers, their face inches apart. "I'm not going back… and not because of the BPS-6 reveal..."
She blinked, her breath catching again.
"But because I chose you a long time ago."
Her whole body glowing, Massie leaned up and pressed her lips against his.
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THE US INVOLVED IN SUPPORT OF AN ILLEGAL HIT TEAM?
Sources that discovered former Chief of Staff Cameron Fisher reveal that surrounding Fisher and scattered in the warehouse where he was found dead were files of confidential reports of cases made and approved of by the US Government for a division named BPS-6. Could this be related to the rumors of an illegal hit team established on American soil? The White House has issued and official warrant for the arrest of Captain Derrick Harrington, who was the last person to be spotted with Fisher. Could Captain Harrington, former head of the Defense Intelligence Agency stationed at the Pentagon, be one of the members of the alleged hit-team, BPS-6?...
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"Head's up, Block," Derrick called to her, tossing the booklets.
Massie looked up from her phone and extended her hand to catch them at the last moment. "What's this?" She asked.
"New identities," He responded, flopping into the private seating area of the small airport they were in next to her.
Massie had wanted to commandeer a plane and for him to just pilot them himself, but Derrick had said he could just sweet talk them onto flight on someone else's private jet. Massie had rolled her eyes and told him good luck. Still, here they were sitting.
Massie flipped open the passport in her hand and scanned his work.
"Oh, we're married now, are we?" She asked him with a raised brow, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't remember saying yes to your proposal."
Derrick grinned at her cheekily, his brown eyes twinkling. He leaned in close to her.
"If I recall correctly, you did… once upon a time," Derrick murmured in her ear, the light breeze of his breath ruffling her hair and tickling her. Massie snapped her head out of the way with a mock-glare.
"Doesn't get you out of the hook of asking me again," Massie turned to him, her amber eyes watching him closely. She waited for him to protest, to say that it was only their cover, that it wasn't serious.
He didn't.
He proposed.
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MURDER IN AMERICAN BASE
Sources at the White House have finally confirmed the murder of CIA Agent Josh Hotz in a secret command base. There have been rumors abound lately of a break-in by notorious rogue CIA Agent Massie Block, the very same assassin that shot President Christopher Plovert. Rogue Agent Block still has not been spotted since. The White House conference did not address the controversy of the arrest of CIA Agent Claire Lyons, nor did they confirm or deny the rumors of her breakout from the US command base...
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Sipping her margarita, Alicia set down the newspaper on the wooden table between them and raised her brow at Kemp. He was sitting across from her with a scowl, his muscular arms crossed tight against his chest. Alicia rolled her eyes at the image he made.
They were in the freaking Caribbean, for Christ's sake. Kemp seriously needed to let go.
"Relax, Hurley," Alicia sighed, relaxing into her chair. She waved a hand out at the impossibly clear blue water. "Lean back, enjoy the view… Feel the sun in your face and the breeze in your hair."
She slapped on her sunglasses and sneered at him when he didn't do as she said immediately. "Hey, I didn't save your ass and bring you here, so you can loom over me like a dark cloud. You're sucking the life out of the whole island."
Kemp rolled his eyes at her, but did lean back against his chair. Alicia smiled brilliantly at him. She tilted back and propped her feet up on his lap. She sighed deeply and took another long pull of her mango margarita.
"I still think we should have answered Claire's call," Kemp muttered, slipping his own sunglasses on.
"There's more to the story, Kemp baby," Alicia muttered, licking her lips. Her eyes scanned the island, but there was no one anywhere near them. They could talk privately. "Massie didn't do it."
"Yeah, right. And Derrick didn't kill Cam and scatter all our case files around his dead body."
Alicia pushed her sunglasses back up into her hair and turned to look at him seriously. "He didn't release our names."
"Some good that'll do. Claire still knows. She'll come after us just for staying neutral."
"Who says we're staying neutral?" She murmured, an approaching speedboat catching her eye.
Kemp turned to look too and then turned back instantly to scowl harder at her, shoving her feet off his lap. Alicia's feet hit the soft sand, but that was okay because she was already getting up. She removed her sunglasses and dropped them on the table, swinging out her glossy hair.
"You're fucking kidding me," Kemp muttered, standing up too. His arms were crossed again.
Kemp was just still pissed about his called-off mission. It's okay, though. Alicia smiled. She had made it her mission to remove the stick lodged in his ass at least once during their stay on the island. She had gotten pretty close too, she giggled to herself.
Ah well, they had all the time in the world now.
"Nope," She called, popping the P. "How'd you think I even got the message to leave? Massie gave me the heads-up. Who did you think picked this island?"
The speedboat approached them at top speed, barely slowing as it crashed into the island, sending water and sand and dirt flying into the air. Alicia backed up from a wave it caused to avoid getting sand in her hair.
Derrick was laughing wildly at the wheel as the boat finally slowed to a stop, inches away from hitting the palm tree line. Massie was sitting at the captain's seat behind him, her hair piled high on her head, the sun kissing her bare shoulders and the red marks on her neck. She was wearing sunglasses, a bathing suit, and a giant rock on her finger.
Alicia's breath caught as she ran to meet them, Kemp following behind her at a slower pace.
"Should I drop the anchor?" Massie asked, sarcastically. Derrick chuckled, swinging and hopping over and off the boat, landing in the soft sand.
"Mass!" She called. Derrick helped Massie off the boat too and she ran to greet her.
"Leesh," Massie thrilled, pulling her into a warm hug. "You got my message!"
"Yeah," Alicia nodded. "Luckily, you had perfect timing. Day five, and I was just about to report back to base. Saw your mark, called Kemp, and we booked it."
"Good," Derrick said. "BPS-6 is public knowledge. The White House is trying to hush it up, but the public are talking. They're looking to publicly hang the whole team."
Alicia forgot all the questions she had been wanting to ask for days. She was pulling away from Massie and extending her hand and gazing at her ring with wide eyes.
"Is this for real?" She asked.
Massie brushed her hair back, bit her lip, and nodded.
Alicia squealed so loudly, the boys cringed.
"Oh my gosh," Alicia laughed, jumping up and down and pulling Massie along with her. "Beach wedding? Beach wedding, right? Please tell me beach wedding."
Massie shot Derrick an amused look. Derrick watched her too, biting down on his grin. She turned back to Alicia. She shrugged nonchalantly, but there was an excited twinkle in her eyes. "Works for me. Beach wedding it is."
Alicia clapped and linked arms with Massie, heading for the bar.
BPS-6 was over, but some things were still the same. They were all wanted now, but right at that moment, it seemed as if they had all the time in the world to enjoy life.
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A/N: this is as close to massington fluff as i ever got. and even then they were pretty snarky.
i only had one loose end i never wrapped up. claire.
she broke out of prison, ya'll. i just couldn't kill her.
if you ask for a sequel, it'll be claire out for revenge on derrick for murdering her lover, okay?! and since this is a massington, it won't be pretty. LOL and if you've read my other story, you'd know all about how my revenge stories go. nope, nope. trust me, you don't want that. haha
so, there you go. this is the end!
thanks for reading and reviewing! kisses!