Chapter Nineteen: Safe and Sound
Carly rode home on the back of Griffin's bike. She melded into him comfortably. Agent Bob was going to stop Freddie. Although her friend had training, he was not a professional. Still, she could hope.
"Carly, there's someone I need you to meet," Griffin brought her to his apartment and introduced her to Agent Kennedy, Bob's partner.
For the next hour, Agent Kennedy asked her an intense series of questions. Griffin was there for support, but the way the agent bore into her mentally was draining. Finally, Griffin stepped in, "I'm sure you have a limited amount of time, right?"
"Of course, you're right. One more thing Miss Shay, I wanted to ask you; who is reporting all this information to Agent Bob?"
She answered, glad the interview was over. Agent Kennedy left. Griffin kissed her head and told her she had done well. Carly went to his bathroom to freshen up.
She dialed Agent Bob's number, "Hey, I just spoke with your partner. He didn't seem to know much."
"Partner? What're you talking about? I've been labeled a madman! I don't have a partner."
A chill ran up her spine, "I don't understand, Agent Kennedy…"
There was a pause, "What did he look like?"
"Tall, dark hair, a little shorter than Griffin with a scar across his cheek, and he was wearing a duster."
A gasp came over the line, "That's… the head of the Institute! Carly, they must've- ah!"
Three pops came over the phone. Carly hung up, and felt her confusion clear up. She looked out at Griffin, "hey… I'm just going to leave now… okay?"
He stepped in front of the door, "Dr. Hammond works with us, you know…"
Her head bowed, "So what are you?"
His teeth grinned ominously, "I'm the Big Bad Wolf."
Chapter Twenty: Putting the Pieces into Place
Griffin pushed her onto the bed. Carly had figured out plenty, but obviously not enough.
He had been at the Institute for years, and had personally trained Freddie. He was here to keep an eye on the new recruits, as well as prove their worth with a difficult target; an FBI officer.
Spencer had invited him over as a peace offering, but Griffin figured the artist had to be taken out of the way, "Take off the dress, Carly."
She shook her head, so he ripped it open from the hem to her waist, "I had to control you, make sure you weren't capable of turning Freddie around on us. He's dead now. I sent him against Prairie Dog, and the two probably killed one another. And Sam? I thought she might be able to identify me back when she visited." He stroked Carly's thigh, "Let's just say we had a very intimate encounter. Now, you've had your fun teasing me, it's time to put out. Kneel down."
She shook her head. That was a mistake. Grabbing the girl by her hair, Griffin lifted her, and slammed her face-first onto the bed.
"Let's see what we're dealing with here…" He lifted the remains of her skirt. Trailing her hands up her thighs, he commented, "Nice… nice…" those hands found the frilly panties she wore, "Seriously? Wow, I have to break you now!"
Carly sobbed into the sheets as he ripped the dress up further, "Well now, let's check to see how ready you are, shall we?" His probing fingers found her insides. He laughed, "That's just like a virgin, cry when you want something real bad. Feel how wet you are!"
Carly squeaked as his sudden motions startled her.
"You ought to be thanking me," He unbuckled, "I mean, you're so ready…"
"For Freddie," she whispered. Silence, then he growled at her.
"What did you say?!"
Carly found her feet and backed away from Griffin, "I said I was ready for Freddie! You know what I realized? I don't know exactly what I want, but there's only one boy who was willing to wait for me to be ready! And you," She accused, "Who do you think you are? Freddie spent years on me, warming me up to him, being kind, and being thoughtful!"
Griffin laughed, "Yeah… and look what it got him. He's dead or dying, and you're here to sex me."
The rumble of a motorcycle attracted Griffin's attention, "What the- ah!" The door exploded on him as his motorcycle collided with the wood. He was crushed.
Panting, bleeding, Freddie got off the bike, "Carly, are you okay?"
Weeping, she ran to his arms for comfort. Griffin had lied and manipulated her the whole time. Freddie, though at fault for almost everything, had been there for her.
"Let's get you out of here," Freddie stroked her hair. He put his coat around her and walked her, gentleman like, to her door.
"Freddie," He ignored her, and opened the door to his apartment. She followed him in.
"I know," He murmured. The boy took off his shirt.
He was pretty banged up.
"I love you," Carly waited for him to reply.
"Carly… you're confused right now, you don't know-hmmm…" She cut him off with a kiss. Taking off his coat, she explained.
"I've known what I've wanted for some time. Now, I respect that you may no longer want me, but let me tell you something, Freddie Benson; there is no one I want more than you, and nothing I want more than for you to take me to your bed, and have your way with me!"
He grew tense, "Once I get started… it'll hurt, and I won't stop."
She nodded. He picked her up and deposited her on his bed.