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The Orient Express

CHAPTER IV

Angelica cuddled in the couch whilst viewing the countryside. Vineyards, mountains, snow, sun. She had lied to Arie about eating something during breakfast which made her ill. It appeared as Arie had bought it as she was sitting in the corner of the room in an armchair. She used the daylight as she read the book.

At first Angelica had believed it was her subconscious which spoke to her. But then the muffled voice of Jack became clearer. She cleared her throat to gain Arie's observance. "I'll go for a walk."

Arie nodded but kept her attention in the book.

Angelica mirrored herself and adjusted her hair a little. She glanced to Arie to make sure she did not give her one of those infamous knowing looks. But the girl was way into the book to notice how Angelica tried to look the best of herself.

She sneaked out of the compartment and walked carefully down the empty hallway. Somewhere there she had heard Jack. As she rounded a corner, she stopped tracks for a brief moment. Maybe he had gone the other way? She just had to make sure he left her alone and would not trouble Arie. He could not find out about her.

She swallowed and was just about to continue walking down the long train.

"Hello darlin'."

She jumped around like a scared cat. "For God's sake!"

Again, Jack had opened his mouth and was ready to tell her off when he instead found himself speechless. Why did he have to marry this attractive woman in his drunken state? Why had he not married one of those skanks he frequently met up with in Tortuga? Did she have to be the Mrs? That thought warmed him and looking into her eyes caused his pants to tighten - again.

"How are ye?" he wondered.

She backed a step reluctantly but her body wanted the opposite. "Just fine, Jack," she kept eyeing him with wonder. He was up to something, she knew it. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled wryly. "I wanted to ask ye the same, love."

Oh, that nickname. The goose bumps were back on her skin and she felt how she was blushing when talking to him. His eyes were made to get lost in and she found it profoundly difficult to tear her eyes away from him.

"I... I am on my way to Vienna. It is a lovely town," she let out, almost fighting the words to not stutter.

Then his wry smile was not so genuine anymore. He put his arm on each side of her to cage her in to a corner.

"Ye bought a palace in me name, aye?"

It was actually not a question.

She looked at him incuriously. "Would not precisely call it a palace."

He pressed a bunch of papers into her chest. It was supposed to be an intimidating motion, but instead his hand brushed against her skin of the cleavage. The softness of her chest made him inwardly groan in want. Bloody woman.

Angelica had drawn in her breath upon his hands inappropriate brush, but then looked down at the papers. She grabbed them to read the title.

"Petition for divorce," she read out loud. "Oh," she went on upon figuring out his knowledge. "You know."

Suddenly Jack was mad. "And ye never intended to tell me, aye?"

She tried to smile cutely.

"Now I need ye to sign these and we can be happily divorced."

Angelica shoved the papers back to Jack's chest. "No."

"No?"

"I won't sign them."

"Why?" he spoke between gritted teeth.

She was about to say something to him, but closed her mouth and swallowed. She could not tell him. And she had no good lie to make up.

Jack took a step back to give her some space. "Ye want to be married to me?"

Angelica snorted as her eyes quickly checked him from tip to toe. "Trust me - I don't."

"Then why not divorcing me?"

"I don't need to stay married to you for me, but for someone else," she explained calmly.

"Who?" Jack inquired.

Deciding to partly change the subject as it began getting dangerous, she squinted at him. "Why do you want to divorce me anyway?"

She was surprised to witness how he of all sudden appeared so serious.

"I am going to marry," he declared.

"You are what?" Angelica burst out a little higher than she had intended. Then she had to bit her lip to fight the laughter and Jack could tell. "Who is the unfortunate?"

He nodded to her, partly amused and partly upset. She was incredible when it came to be annoying. "I'll return with the papers ye need to sign, love."

She watched as he left and gulped. She would NOT sign those papers.

It was not a surprise to find the lady in the bar. Emory had expected her to be there. He watched her closely before approaching her. This time, he had crossed his arms as he leaned by the counter beside her. She was busted. Nobody could escape Mr Lucifer's money.

"I know you are very fond of money, but as you possibly know - this is such a foolish idea of yours."

She turned to him and shot him a glare. "Who are you really?" And how did he know of her intentions in marrying Jack?

"I am working for him."

She did not answer. Instead she grabbed his shot from his hands and drank it.

"I will return to you," he promised and left.

She stared at the manly figure when he walked out of the restaurant. She met the sight of Jack and Gibbs entering it. They approached her and sat down beside her.

"Have ye met an Angel today?" Gibbs wondered. He could tell Jack had blushing cheeks and it was something only a particular woman would cause, Gibbs knew.

Jack shook his head and let out a laughter. "Not precisely an angel."

Rachel eyed him. What were they talking about?

"Hard times lay ahead, of getting the signature," Jack admitted.

"I be in no shock for that," Gibbs confessed.

A/N: So, sorry for not updating yesterday. But here comes the new chapter! The next will be up soon!