Chapter 7

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"So you have been hearing voices in your head...helping you and telling you what to do?" Sookie asked as she stepped out of the bathroom. I thought that it would be best for Sookie to know everything. It was my philosophy that when nothing starts making sense, its best to just get everything out in the open and pray for clues.

Jason was still passed out. I had gotten us a room at the "Cozy Inn, in Alexandria. I made sure that the room we got was facing the main road while I parked my car around back. I lightly patted the car and stared at it for a split second. The first nice expensive thing I had ever owned and it was ruined.

As I made my way back to the room I began to skin through the file that I had taken from Aaron. It was a fairly thick file. At least fifty pages. Most of it was hand written or typed. The only pictures in the entire thing was of Sookie, Eric, Calvin, I then froze. Sam was in the file as well.

"Shit." I whispered.

I was going to tell Sookie. I just wanted to go through everything from beginning to end. I tossed it to Sookie and told her to read it. I was in no way stupid but reading was not my forte. Sookie understood and began to read the file.

Agent Francis Gene Guarda S.P.S. Division 5 Class F briefing.

"Who the hell is this Francis chick?" I asked Sookie knowing that she had no way of knowing. Sookie was on her page so she returned to reading and focused.

Bon Temps, Lousiana.

Sookie Stackhouse:

Whereabouts: Known

Age:27

Relations: Jason (Alive)

Matriarch: (Deceased) Name: Unknown

Patriarch: (Deceased) Name: Unknown

It confused the hell out of me. Apparently the people were able to watch Sookie for all this time...or at least long enough to figure out all of this stuff about her and they couldn't even figure out what her parents names were? None of this was making any sense.

Occupation: Waitress

Address: 4839 Grover Way

Car: 1993 Ford F-150. Blue.

LP#:XXK-57390

Blood: Unknown

Status: Human

Sookie was starting to get a little uneasy and for a good reason. Its not everyday that you find out that the government has been keeping tabs on you.

"Wait...human?" I asked taking the file from her.

Sure enough, the file said that Sookie was human. Unless I missed something any government agency of "Paranormal/Supernatural" should be interested in...shouldn't be human.

I turned the page to see Eric's picture and information. It had everything. His name his real and death age, his address, contact information...everything. This entire situation was confusing the hell out of me. If the government was looking for Sookie and Eric then why they hell did they just grab them...or at least Sookie?

I turned the page to see a hand written brief. The paper was a little torn and beat up from me trying to get it out of Aaron place but it was still legible.

Intel has led us to Bon Temps, Louisiana. After six months of undercover investigation. I have concluded that target is no longer in the area. Intel had suggested target had migrated north.

Special Operations Forces, Aaron Callaghan Section:285

"What the hell?" Sookie asked.

"Yeah none of this shit makes sense. This was dated back to almost a year ago. Why the hell is he still here...and why the hell is he saying that the "target" is no longer here when the three faces in the file live...this doesn't make any sense at all man. It stinks too. This shit has 'bad news bears' written all over it man." I said.

I got up an immediately began to pace.

I thought I heard Sookie mummer 'three?' but I wasnt sure.

The file went over a synopsis of Sookies life. Nothing that I private investigator couldnt dig up I thought. Where she worked, where she went to school, medical records, traffic tickets ect.

Erics was a little more in depth. It went over his business, his money, his followers, legal issues as well as his anatomy. The section spent almost an entire page going over Erics stature, estimated weight, age...everything.

"o...k?" I said simply. Not sure how I should have felt about it. I mean on one side, Eric was a vampire. This Agency was OBVIOUSLY interested more in Eric than Sookie...on the other side, the gross detail the file went into simply one thing made me feel a little uneasy. Almost as if it were some sort of menu.

After Sookie went over the file a little more, I began to feel at little at ease. They just skimmed past Sookie and focused more on Eric.

"We are at Calvin Norris' profile." Sookie said. It, too went over Calvins legal, financial history like Sookie but when it came time to mention Calvins "status" it too said human. Which seemed to take a load off of Sookies mind. She let out a visible and audible sigh and reclined on the bed still clutching the file.

I felt my pocket begin to vibrate. I reached into my pajama shorts pocket and pulled out my phone. It was Aaron. I for one had seen enough CSI and Burn Notice to know that if a government official is trying to talk to you...you should NEVER pick up the phone. I forwarded the call and threw the phone on the bed.

I few moments later my phone began ringing again. I immediately turned it off. "Aaron?" Sookie asked already knowing the answer.

"The very same." I answered. I walked over to the bed and pushed Jasons feet out of the way. He stirred slightly and just kept sleeping. I didnt know what my next move was going to be. I felt terrible making Sookie leave her home but it was something that needed to be done.

"Theres something else I think you should know." I said knowing that Sookie as not going to like what I was about to say.

"What is it?" Sookie asked hesitantly.

"I dont know if its going to mean anything once I get to the bottom of this but that man I saw at Blue Moon...Calvin something or other...well He's in there too." I said with a stressful sigh.

Sookie flipped through the pages until she was face to photo with her friend Calvin Nooris. I didnt know what and how much history she and Calvin had but the saddened look on her face made me regret even telling her.

I immediately sprung into damage control mode. "It says that he is human. Look." None of that seemed to matter. Sookie closed the file and rested on the bed next to Jason. Her eyes remained open and staring at the ceiling. It was almost as if she were unload all of her problems in front of her and she was trying helplessly to sort them out.

"Dont worry Sook it will all make sense soon. Things always do. I promise you I wont let anything happen to you or your brother." Sookie smiled at my words and went back to looking through the file.

Sookie let out a small smirk as she continued reading.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing on this file makes any sense. Aaron, Me, Eric, Calvin, There are photos, bios, letters...hell theres even a birth certificate in here. Who the hell is Rachel Ferguson?" Sookie asked tossing the file on the empty bed next to her.

I just stared at the file on the bed. My eyes began to ache from not blinking. I slowly made my way towards the file. I thought I heard Sookie call my name but I couldnt be sure.

I grabbed the file and turned till I saw the birth certificate.

Rachel Ferguson

08/6/1992

Born:7:28PM

Mother: Clarissa Ferguson

Father: Nelson Ferguson

Gender: F

Weight:7.2oz

Nationality: Other

There was a paper stapled to it. It was yet another briefing.

It has come to the SPS's attention that

the target, Gylfie, is no longer a priority.

Focus has been concentration of the

detention of Miss. Rachel Ferguson

is now Code:1.

Agent Calligan status: Terminated

Agent: Amanda Jones: Reassigned.

"What a second...Terminated?" I asked out loud. Sookie went to my side and began to read what I had finished.

"So...they are looking for your grandfather?" Sookie asked trying to put everything together.

I needed support if I was going to hear any more. I against a desk next to the window. "They were.". I corrected Sookie.

They were looking for the leader of the Fae. It use to be my grandfather...it was now me.

"That was dated one year ago." Sookie began. "The rest of this file is all about this Rachel Ferguson girl. So I guess she is who these people are looking for. Do you think she is a fairy?" Sookie asked.

"Yeah." I said simply.

"Do you think she is still in Bon Temps? I mean this thing was written a while ago." Sookie asked trying to crack this doozie of a Da Vincci code.

I just nodded. "They're looking for me." I answered.

"How do you know that?" Sookie asked trying to convince me as well as herself.

"My grandfather is no longer a priority to them. The new leader of the Fae is. AND guess who was forced into that glorious position?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah but then who is this Rachel Ferguson?" Sookie asked.

"I am Rachel Ferguson." I said simply.