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Authors' Notes: Welcome. If you happened across this story and haven't read "No Where Else to Turn" then stop and go and read that first otherwise you'll have no idea what's going on. To those rejoining us on this journey, welcome back. :) We're happy to have you reading. And yes this story will be going into adult themes hence the M rating. Also it will start getting darker in nature as we go on, you have been warned.

It Never Ends

Part two in the Not Over Yet series

Murdock got them onto the ship, using one of his more obscure accents and befriending the head cook, "I'm going to be spending most of my time in the kitchens, boys and girls, but y'all are free to move about the cabins. You're not expected to do any heavy lifting, but you may wanna find out where the towels and things are, just in case somebody asks."

Charissa nodded and then headed towards the staff cabins and frowned at how small they were, but she had dealt with worse. She stripped out of her shirt and tossed it aside and began to look over her upper body, "Hm. Not as bad as I thought." She commented and began to try to take care of the small cut on her neck by herself.

Face checked his own body and found a bruise spreading across his chest from where the goon was holding him, "Lucky I didn't get a cracked rib." he groused, testing all of his body parts to make sure.

"Same. Just a little bruised up." She muttered and then hissed in pain, "Damn it." She was having a hard time bandaging the cut on her neck and paused for a moment to pull her hair up out of the way before attempting again.

"Here." Face came over and gently tied her hair back, holding it up off the back of her neck, "You were pretty impressive out there today, you know that."

"Thanks." She chuckled slightly, "I have my moments, but that's the first time you've ever seen me in the quote field." She finally got it bandaged and turned facing him, her eyes studying him, "Are you… okay?" She was concerned; she knew this hadn't been easy on him in any way.

"I'm not there yet, but I will be." he said, honest and quiet. He was fixing his little black clip-on bow-tie. "I'm gonna go mix and mingle, maybe pass out some drinks. You may want to play guard duty so you don't have to do anything that'll strain your injury."

She nodded slowly, "Alright, just be careful." She hesitated for a moment, almost as though she wanted to kiss him but thought better of it. Everything felt weird at the moment, surreal. She needed to adjust she figured, "I'll ditch the staff look and play random passenger; I'll see you around out there." She smiled and grabbed some normal clothing and shuffled into the small bathroom, freshened up and changed. When she emerged she was alone, she looked around for a moment before slipping out, careful as not to be noticed and headed for the upper deck.

Face swept by the kitchen first, gathering some trays, and then headed for the first-class dining lounge, bringing drinks and listening to random conversations. He tried to enjoy himself, and ended up dazzling a table of nice young ladies who tittered when he told them a scandelous joke with a wink. However, he kept his eyes and ears open - just in case.

She was very casually dressed, especially for her. She had on a pair of khaki shorts, a white tank top and sandals. Her hair was free and loose and danced around her face as he explored the different decks.

She happened passed a group of elderly women talking about this and that and paused when one of them mentioned the travesty it was that her friend hadn't made it at the last minute, "And she's still getting charged for the cabin. What a shame!"

This caused Charissa to smile, if the guys could act, well so could she, "I'm sorry, you all look so familiar. I think you're friends of my Grandmother?"

The women turned and gasped, "Oh! Oh! You're DiDi's granddaughter! Looks just like her, Alice, isn't it?"

Charissa cringed a little at the name, "Yes, um hi. I was on my way home, studying at abroad and my Grandmother told me to take her cruise tour, she's terribly ill with a bad cold. Poor thing." In an instant the older women had her under their wings and were getting her settled in her "grandmother's" cabin and taking her shopping when she explained she had decided to take up the offer at the last minute.

Murdock was lucky he'd made friends with the chef, because the other staff wanted him thrown out. He was making odd concoctions that nobody had ordered, and was trying to pass them off as "specialties". They didn't taste too bad, but that was because they didn't notice the 'spices' he'd added.

Hannibal remained by the pool area, fetching towels and making sure nobody fell in. He overheard some conversations about recent events in the mideast, but nothing suspicious.

She figured the guys would be proud of her, she now had access to places that the staff may not and she could keep tabs on the going ons of passengers better. She had been talked into going out to the pool area and slipped into a simple black one piece suit. She had found a rather daring bikini but figured her bruised ribs would stand out like a sore thumb so a one piece it was.

She settled on lounge chair and closed her eyes behind a pair of shades enjoying the feel of the sun on her skin. After a while she opened her eyes and caught sight of Hannibal giving him a nod before deciding that the water might feel good and slowly worked her way into the pool with a long sigh. Later she'd seek out the hot tub, but right now the cool water felt like a giant ice pack.

Hannibal noticed Sosa on deck, realizing she'd switched roles. He made his way over to her, bending to motion to her chair, "Shall I leave a fresh towel for you, ma'am?"

She smiled, "I'm good thanks." She made sure no one was paying attention to them before she leaned up and spoke, "I figured it might be good to have eyes and ears every where possible. So I'm playing as a granddaughter of a guest that bowed out at the last minute so I took her place." She informed him so he'd be aware, "So around everyone else it's… Alice." It wasn't that she didn't like the name, it was just that it wasn't her name.

Hannibal nodded, "well, miss Alice, as long as we stay alert, we'll be safe. Have a nice swim." he moved along.

"Thank you." She nodded and floated along in the water, closing her eyes and enjoying the cool ocean breeze as she relaxed.

B.A. was having a bit of a harder time. He'd moved down below decks and was being harassed by some of the passengers who seemed to have mistaken him for a bellhop who'd lost their bags.

Charissa quirked a brow at the sound of loud feminine laughter and shook her head, "He's good, too good." She chuckled lightly and wondered how BA and Murdock were fairing.

Face waltzed out with two nubile young ladies in bikinis on his arms, both bubbly blondes that were just dying for "personal swim lessons". However, when Face caught a glimpse of Charissa, he swallowed and paused. He wasn't on a mission, he didn't have to seduce anyone, and he felt a little awkward if she was going to be able to see this the whole time.

She happened to open her eyes and there he was with two typical blondes. Yeah, this was going to be interesting, especially since she knew a deer caught in the headlights look when she saw one. She arched a brow at him and slowly climbed out of the pool, making her movements slow deliberately as she keep her gaze leveled at him while she did so. She sauntered over to the lounge chair she had claimed and settled herself onto it, arching her back a little as she got comfortable.

Face coughed a little and excused himself, to the protesting whines of the two blondes. He stopped over at Charissa, waiting calmly, yet at attention, "Can I help you with anything, Miss?" he asked, glancing down at her. Hopefully he hadn't incited her wrath. He knew he'd pay for that later on.

She glanced up at him beneath her sunglasses and smiled, "Well you could step a little to the left, you're blocking my sun." Her tone was pleasant, she wasn't mad at him… she figured if he could play then so could she a little, "I think those two bimbo—I mean blondes over there are in much more dire need of your… services then I am." She had lowered the glasses from her eyes and was peering over them at him as she finished her rather suggestive sentence. She was playing with fire and she knew it, but a part of her wanted to push him and see just how long it took before he snapped. Problem was, she had it in her head that he probably wouldn't and she wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of her actions.

"Oh, but not if it interferes with any plans that you and I might make, miss..." He trailed off, wondering what her new cover name was.

She arched a brow at him, "If I need anything I'll be sure to ask." She said with a very obvious sound of promise to her voice. She slipped her glasses back into place and relaxed, "Run along now, go play." She motioned him off with her hand.

Fine. If she was going to play with him like that - fine. Face did an about-face and walked back to the ladies - his most flirtacious grin on - and hooked their arms, "Shall we then?" He asked as he led them away. They giggled.

She blinked and scowled slightly, he was calling her out. Fine. She knew how to play and she'd play. She relaxed and thought of how to get even when suddenly a shadow blocked her sun and she spoke without looking, "What did I say about blocking my sun?" She assumed it was Face, but the voice that answered her did not belong to him at all.

It was a cultured British accent, "I'm sorry?"

She blinked and sat up, her glasses falling from her face as she beheld the owner of the voice, he was tall, blonde and handsome, "Sorry... I thought you were someone else."

The man laughed and sat down on the chair next to her, "No worries Alice."

She blinked, and then mentally swore up a storm.

"Don't remember me do you?" He chuckled, "Last time we saw each other we were five, I'm Devon." He reached out and took her hand kissing it.

Oooh boy was she in trouble.

Face didn't even take note of that as he walked away - but Hannibal did. He was manning the towel racks for now, and when the strange man approached Charissa to take and kiss her hand, his eyebrow peaked. This was not good. Was it someone he knew, who recognized her? Or was it someone deliberately trying to make trouble?

She smiled nervously at the man as he gave her back her hand. She felt tingly all over, but not completely in a good way, "Oh you're..." She snapped her fingers.

"Marie's grandson." He answered for her.

She nodded, "Ah, right." Shiiiit. She said to herself mentally and noticed out of the corner of her eye that Hannibal was watching, "How are you?" She played her part and engaged in conversation with him; nodding, laughing and smiling at the approprate times.

Uh-oh... interesting little development isn't it.

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