"Brian Davenport?" Henrickson said, staring at Dean. "And you are you exactly?"
"Anna Donovan." She lied. "Attorney, now if you'll excuse us…"
"I'm sorry but that's just not possible."
"I wish to speak to my client privately if you don't mind."
"No."
Anna placed her hands on her hips. "I'm not going to ask again."
"Henrickson…" his partner whispered.
Dean just glared at Anna, his gaze hooded. "Please leave my client and I alone or I'll burying you so deep in lawsuits you won't ever see my client again."
Henrickson advanced on her, using the his full height to try and frighten her, Anna stood her ground and glared at him through her red rimmed glasses that were perched precariously on her nose. The showdown between Henrickson and Anna ended after ten minutes of stress filled silence.
"Fine." He growled, tapped his partner on the shoulder and strode to the door. "Ten minutes, that's all your gonna get."
"Fine with me."
Anna turned to Dean after the two agents had left, her eyes were doe-like in quality but also held the zeal of an after fight.
"Why the hell are you here?" he growled lowly.
"I saw you get arrested…" she started.
"You should have left me."
"No." she paused the sat down next to him, placing one hand on his thigh. "We had to get you out."
"We?"
"Alex, Brian, Sam…"
"You get Sam mixed up in this too?"
"Of course, you're his brother."
"Well, sorry to tell you this babe, but I don't need your help."
Anna flushed brightly, the hand on his thigh suddenly disappeared. "You do."
"No I don't. I don't need babysitters."
"For once in your whole life can you stop being so fucking stubborn?"
"Of course not." He grinned, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Anna didn't return the smile but pursed her lips together. The silence gave Dean time to assess what she was wearing, his eyes focused first on her legs, modestly hidden beneath a light blue skirt that penciled to her knees. Stockings incased her long slim calves and her feet were covered with dark blue pumps, upward his eyes traveled along the matching blue blazer, two buttons were popped at the top, revealing her white blouse that dipped considerably to her wide cleavage. Her face was lightly covered in make-up, her eyes decked out in light gold colors and her lips roughed pink.
"My lawyer, eh?" he said, another killer smile touching his lips.
"Yea, Sam said it was the only way I could get in."
"So what's the plan?"
"Are you will to take our help?"
Dean sighed. "Only if I like it."
Anna glared. "Our plan, you don't get to complain."
"The hell I can't."
Another glare. "Well, Sam didn't give me the full details but it appears as though Sam was going to call someone, Beth or Betty or something."
"Bella." Dean lips pursed.
"Yea, that's it! So Bella was going to get into the building and pull the fire alarm or something…." Anna paused to look at the watch strapped to her right wrist. "Which should be any time now."
"Fire alarm?"
Before Anna could tell him the rest though, right on time, the fire alarms set off and the sprinklers came on, water sprayed over them, Dean was surprised for a moment while Anna, already in action, flipped out of her chair and went to the door, testing the doorknob.
Locked.
TBC
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