Max sighed as he stood in front of Rachel's house's door. He wanted so badly to knock, but he was scared to. Deep down he knew Rachel was not mad at him for her "accident," but he also knew it was his fault. He had disobeyed orders and that had ended in his partner being injured because of his foolish decision. Really, he was more disappointed in himself then Smith, Rachel, and Jean combined.
"How is it I do so many stupid things," he asked himself quietly.
To no surprise, there was no answer. In all actuality, he had been scared to death when he saw Rachel lying on the floor unconscious. He had prayed so hard and so many times while she was hurt, he wasn't sure he knew how to do anything else anymore. It always amazed him how much he really took his friends, and family for granted until one of them got hurt, or got captured by the enemy.
I mean he cared for Rachel as his partner and everything, but when she was hurt he felt something…something different.
Like his heart would stop if hers did. The sudden realization of what it would be like to live without her had been too much for him. He had beaten the punching bag into shreds, stop eating for the most part, and he spent every spare minute in the med bay room with Rachel. He always went in stealth mode though; he didn't want Rachel to see him, not after he caused her to be there.
Berto had finally convinced him to come see her at her house. He wasn't sure it was such a good idea seeing as she'd have a home field advantage if she decided she wanted to return the favor of being laid up in a hospital room for a week. He had to make sure he stayed away from the kitchen, and the kitchen knives at all cost! He was still trying to work up the courage to knock on the door so he decided to look around.
He surveyed the surrounding area. Rachel lived on the nice side of town, the very nice side. The size her house made him wonder two things. What she needed with a house this big, and who took care of it? It was oblivious that she must have some hired help.
This brought up another question. "How on earth did she pay for all this?" An agent's salary, even a senior one, wasn't all that much. No, she had to have some outside income coming in. He had heard once that Rachel's parents were on the wealthy side, or rather her mother was.
Josh didn't know all that much about Rachel's Dad. Every time a question about him would arise a strange look would cross her face, and she'd quickly change the subject. One time in particular when she was asked about it she had blurted out "he's dead ok!" She had immediately covered her mouth in shock at what she had said. She had backed away from everyone and ran out the room. No one saw her for several days after that; she had taken off on some deep undercover mission.
So from then on, no one ever mentioned her Father. Everyone knew he wasn't dead, but if it hurt that bad as to where she had to lie about it, it wasn't something to keep asking about. And one thing was for sure. Every agent had his or her own dark secrets and hurts that they didn't want anyone to know about. Nez was particularly like that.
Josh guessed that was why Nez and Rachel got along so well. They shared each other secrets and love of privacy.
He sighed deeply. "Ok McGrath, no more putting it off," he told himself.
He raised his hand up to knock on the door, but was stopped by the sound of car pulling out of the garage.
He quickly moved behind a bush so he wouldn't be seen. Rachel's car pulled slowly out of the driveway. Josh gasped quietly. Rachel wasn't suppose to go anywhere. That was the agreement if they let her leave the med bay.
She wasn't fully recovered yet and still on some medication as far as he knew. He had to stop her, but he couldn't because her car was already halfway down the street. He sighed. Wasn't this suppose to be the other way around? Now he had to find her, and preferably without alerting all of N-Tek of her absentness.
He knew if she were put back in the med bay with "those crackpot doctors", she really wouldn't ever forgive him. Besides, for her to disobey a direct order, whatever she was up to had to be something big. He turned to leave. He'd have to go by N-Tek and get a trace on her. He was so into the fact that he had to find Rachel that his senses didn't alert him to the figure watching him from not far away.
The figure watched Josh's every movement closely. He wanted to…confront this boy, but decided he didn't have the time. He was going to be late for a very important meeting………
Man I hope you all can read this seeing as how much my grammar checker kept going off. ? But anyways, I'll have the next Chapter up soon. And Rachel will actually meet Jason for the first time in years. Read n Review! Please?!