AN: Welcome back to Chapter Two of FFF. Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out.
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The irony of their situation had worn off fifteen minutes in. Thirty minutes into the ride and it just got boring. At forty-five minutes Gwen decided to play twenty questions.
"Why?" Damon had asked.
"I like twenty questions." Gwen replied. "I always win."
"Why?" Damon asked again.
"After a few questions I can usually figure it out." Gwen said.
"Because you're psychic." Damon said.
Gwen frowned. "Oh. I never thought of it like that." That was the end of twenty questions.
At a full hour in Damon asked for a piece of paper which he used to make a paper football. He and Gwen flicked the paper back and forth between them, which was difficult due to the handcuffs. A shoddy shot from Gwen sent the small paper football into the back of Agent Smith's head. That was the end of paper football.
At an hour and a half into the ride Gwen asked, "Can I borrow a phone?"
Without even a look or a question Agent Doe pulled his out of his pocket and handed it to her. She took it gratefully before asking, "Not even going to ask who I'm calling?"
"There is no one with credibility you can call who would believe you're a psychic whose been kidnapped by the FBI with a vampire. No one." Agent Doe said. "I really don't care who you call."
Gwen frowned but knew that was true. She dialed Damon's house number which should connect her with Stefan. He picked up on the second ring. "Hello, Salvatore residence."
"Hi Stefan, it's Gwen." She replied.
"Gwen! What's going on? Are you okay?" Stefan shot of questions like bullets. "We saw you weren't here and got worried. Does Klaus have you?"
"No, the CIA has us. We're both safe…for now." Gwen said. The agents' brows rose, not believing that Gwen had actually told anyone.
"And Damon's just…what? What is Damon doing?" Stefan asked.
"We're waiting it out." Gwen said.
"Um, okay." Stefan said, clearly not sure what to do in this situation. To be honest, who does know what to do in this situation? "What can I do for you?"
"I hate to ask…again, but can you watch over Buster Brown for me?" Gwen asked.
Stefan chuckled. "Sure. I'll bring Bonnie over to help." Vampires and animals didn't mix very well.
"Make sure she doesn't call him Edmund." Gwen said with fake authority.
"Got it." Stefan replied. "Tell Damon I'll see him later."
"Will do. Bye Stefan." Gwen said.
"Take care of yourselves." Stefan replied; then he hung up.
"Stefan says he'll see ya later." Gwen said.
Damon nodded. "I'm sure I will."
"Who's Stefan?" Agent Smith asked.
Damon raised an eyebrow. The person who left them to the wolves knew who they were but not Stefan? "None of your business Agent."
Agent Doe pulled a gun, due to Agent Smith needing to be focused on driving, and pointed it at Damon. "I can make it my business."
"How about I shove that gun up your–" Damon started.
Gwen interrupted. "Agent Doe, it's none of your business. I thought you said you didn't care who I called."
Agent Doe regretted those words now. After a moment of teeth grinding silence he holstered the gun and turned back to face the front. Gwen relaxed, a potential confrontation avoided, but Damon didn't relax, couldn't relax. One confrontation down but there would be plenty more to come.
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Gwen must have fallen asleep because when she woke they were in Langley, Virginia. She didn't know how she knew, she just did. Too bad her powers didn't include seeing the future, at least not yet. Gwen was lying on Damon again, although this time it was only on his shoulder. She sat up and looked at him. He probably hadn't even closed his eyes longer than a blink. "How long have we been in Langley?"
Surprise flickered in his eyes before amusement took its place. "We just entered the city limits. Agent Smith says we'll be there soon." Up front Agent Smith nodded in agreement.
"Great." Gwen said sarcastically.
Damon wrapped an arm around Gwen's shoulders. "It's okay Gwen."
"I know." Gwen said. "You won't let anything happen to us."
"Of course I won't Gwen." Damon said.
Looking out the window they spotted several expensive houses. Some had gardeners in front of the house. One had a maid getting the mail. Gwen asked, "Who lives out here?"
"Congressmen, diplomats, and high-ranking federal officials; they're the only people who can afford it." Agent Smith said. There was a slight air of bitterness that said he made nowhere near enough to afford living here.
Always one to egg things on Damon asked casually. "Gwen, you could afford to live here right?"
"Probably." Gwen admitted. "But so could you."
"You're both rich?" Agent Doe asked.
Damon shrugged. "You tend to amass a fortune after a couple hundred years."
"And you Miss Bright?" Agent Smith asked.
"I won the lottery." Gwen said. "Otherwise I'd be living on the same low salary the rest of us mortals have to use."
"So you cheated?" Agent Smith asked.
"I'm sorry?" Gwen asked.
"You cheated. A psychic wins the lottery. Please." Agent Smith said, his face drawn into a sneer.
"I…I didn't know I was psychic at the time." Gwen said.
"I don't see you handing out the money now." Agent Smith said.
"I…You're right." Gwen said. Even if she hadn't known then, she knew now.
"No, Gwen, he's not right. Sure you had a leg up on the competition but you didn't know and there's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with simply being better than human." Damon said.
"Being a cold-blooded murderer does not make you better than humans." Agent Smith said.
"Wanna bet?" Damon asked.
"Enough." Agent Doe said. "We're here."
The building was immense, and made entirely of metal and glass. For a building housing some of the country's biggest secrets it didn't look very secure. Maybe that was the point. Agent Doe opened the door for the prisoners in back. Getting out of the car was a fiasco with the two handcuffed together but with a little cooperation and some finesse they managed to get out in one piece. "Let's go in."
Gwen held up their joined hands. "Like this?"
Agent Smith shrugged and smiled. "Orders are orders."
Agent Smith walked them through the front door. Inside the hustle and bustle like any other office building quieted to silence as the couple was walked it handcuffed to each other. Gwen shifted uncomfortably under their gazes but Damon, he walked with his head held high; proud and arrogant like always. They got into an elevator without a word. It was a silent elevator which made the silence inside only that much louder. The doors slid open into a singular hallway. There were several doors to offices without names. However at the very end there was a door with an optical scanner and a handprint scanner. Agent Smith allowed each to scan him and the door opened.
Damon and Gwen were led inside. There was a desk in the center of the room and a few potted plants. Two file cabinets on each side of the room and a chair facing the window. The chair spun away from the window and faced the four people in the office. There was a man in the chair. "Welcome to the CIA."
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AN: I know, this chapter was a little slow but the next chapter should be a little more interesting. Thank you all for your reviews and for following Damon and Gwen into their sequel. Please don't forget to review. I accept flames, in fact I encourage flames. I want to know what I'm doing wrong.