Hello! Sorry for the delay but life got a bit in the way.
I also started a second story that is all SMUT and Fluff. It's called Three years and I am having fun writing it.
Thank you all: kwisteria, angeliena, hjpstarwars, Alara Alyona, evincis and Guest for your kind reviews. They make me keep going.
As you know, I don't own Intelligence or its characters. Michael Seitzman does. I just like to day dream and play with his characters.
One hour later Gabriel and Riley were up in the air on their way to sunny Los Angeles. Seated in his regular spot, Gabriel was watching Riley through his eyelashes. The young agent was pacing around the small cabin, deep in thought, ever since they boarded the plane.
"Calm down Riley, otherwise the only danger I will be in is the headache you will give me if you don't stop moving around" Gabriel half-joked.
"I simply can't stop thinking that there is something more about this mission, Gabriel." Riley stopped moving around and took a seat in front of Gabriel, her body still restless.
"We will be cautious and, if it makes you feel better, I will let you enter first on every door we have to break." Gabriel smirked at her.
Riley couldn't help but smile at his statement. Gabriel wasn't the most careful man she knew, but he was fair and if he made a promise, he was going to keep it. She just hoped she will be able to do her job and keep him safe.
"I bet you will be good and listen Gabriel." she couldn't help teasing him. "I wonder what information contains the drive we have to recover. I hate when I have to get into something with only my instinct to work with."
"And your brand new husband." Nelson's happy voice was suddenly heard through the monitor placed on the side of the room.
Both agents turned their heads, a questioning look on both their faces.
"What did you just said?" Riley managed to ask.
"This is going to be your cover identities." Nelson explained.
"Why? They ran out of CEO/ Secretary outfits at the Identity Store?" Gabriel laughed, making Riley to roll her eyes at his antics. "Yeah, you would have been awesome as a PA, Gabriel." she couldn't help making fun of him.
"Get yourselves together guys." Lillian's voice interrupted them just as she showed up behind Nelson.
"You will have your documents delivered at the airport and you have reservations at the Hilton Hotel, Presidential Suite. Please act natural. Gabriel, no funny business." she presented the details with a stern voice. "Oh... and Riley" the Director added with a hint of a smile on her face "please don't kill him."
"Will do, Ma'am!"
Hours later, Gabriel and Riley were checking in at the Hilton Hotel in the sunny Los Angeles as Mrs. Regina Hunter and Mr. Michael Hunter, Gabriel's arm wrapped possessively around Riley's waist.
After they received the room keys from the smiling receptionist, they followed the bellboy to their suite.
Once in their suite, Gabriel detached from Riley to tip the young man and lead him to the door, but when he came back Riley wasn't in the what could be considered the living room. Spotting his luggage next to a long, wide couch, an idea formed in his head and started looking for his partner.
"Wifey! Where are you darling?"
He found her soon in the bedroom arranging her clothes neatly in the wardrobe.
"There you were! What are you doing?"
"What does it look I am doing" Riley retorted.
"You are putting your clothes in my bedroom."
"No, husband of mine, I am putting my clothes in my bedroom."
"Wait a minute, where am I going to sleep?"
"You just came from your bedroom Gabriel. That couch looks nice and comfy." Riley grinned at him.
"Fine. Have it your way, wifey. But think about next time we will have to share a hotel room, because that time the bedroom will be mine. And you better pray the couch will be spacious and comfortable enough for your beauty sleep."
"Very mature hubby. I am sure your mom will love to hear about your manners." Riley bit back.
Gabriel couldn't help but laugh at her threat. She was right. Mary Vaughn would skin him alive if she found out Gabriel didn't treat Riley right. Apparently, his mother adored Riley and they bonded pretty well during his recovery. Retreating from the room Riley claimed he couldn't help adding over his shoulder: " Nice dresses Mrs. Hunter. I am curious though how will you conceal your weapon in those little numbers?"
A hairbrush flying in his direction was Riley's answer.
"Peter Jackson and Daniel Green have been friends since high school, graduated the same Business School, top 5% of their class, built their company from the ground and worked assiduously make a name of themselves in the business. Unfortunately, the Import-Export world is not easy to succeed in and they were on the brink of collapse when, suddenly, a couple of months ago, they got a few contracts with a shell company in Caymans and they gained profit." Gabriel read the file online.
Seated on Gabriel's couch they were studying the company's profile and its CEO and President.
"Can you access their internal server?" Riley asked.
"It's heavy encripted. They have an internal protection protocol. I could access it if I was inside the building. Nelson sent them an e-mail with a business proposal and arranged a meeting with them for tomorrow. If you can keep them busy, I will access their server and download the intel."
"Sounds like a plan" Riley answered. "Are you sure is safe though?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your chip's protection. We don't know what you will find in those files."
"Riley, I am sure is fine. If there is some virus the chip should be able to discover it. I have a heavy encription protocol and Nelson will back me up if something is wrong. Plus, I have you to keep me safe." Gabriel grinned at Riley's annoyed expression.
"We should get some rest" Riley said, getting up from the couch. "Night!"
"Yeah!Good night. Enjoy the bed." Gabriel teased her.
Riley rolled her eyes at him, as she left the room.
The following morning, a costume clad Gabriel and an elegant Riley at his arm, both wearing matching platinum wedding rings, entered the company for their appointment with Peter Jackson and Daniel Green.
"I hope you will act a bit like a loving wife and not like an agent." Gabriel leaned to whisper in her ear.
"But of course darling." she answered back, patting his check in a loving nature.
"I said loving wife not mother, sugar."
"Call me sugar one more time and you'll wish I was your mother."
"Dully noted Mrs. Hunter." Gabriel smirked as they approach the reception desk. They were greeted by a young tall blonde, who smiled seductively at Gabriel.
"Hi. How can I help you, Mr. ..."
"Hunter, Michael Hunter. And this is my wife Regina." Gabriel smiled. "We have an appointment with Mr. Jackson and Mr. Green."
The young woman's smile faltered under Riley's sacharine smile, at the mention of their marriage but regrouped quickly and lead them to a spacious conference room.
They were greeted by two businessmen in they early thirties: a tall dark-haired with brown eyes that Gabriel and Riley recognized as Peter Jackson, followed by a shorter, bald, David Green.
"Mrs. Hunter, Mr. Hunter. Nice to meet you. Please take a seat." the man known as Peter Jackson started the pleasantries. "We received your proposal and is quite interesting."
"Thank you! We are new on the business market, as my wife here just inherited a considerable amount of money" Gabriel smiled at a happy Riley "and a ranch where her folks produced cereals and fruits. We want your company to help us ship the products in countries we have contracts with: Japan, China, some countries in Africa."
"You came to the right place, Mr. Hunter" David Green answered.
"We are happy to hear that" Gabriel smiled and squeezed Riley's hand like a good husband.
An hour later they shook hands and had a glass of champaign to celebrate de business deal.
Sensing the right time to act and check the company, Gabriel asked where he could find the men's room. After receiving indications from the two partners, Gabriel left the conference room and headed towards the server room. Opening his earphone he asked for directions from Nelson, only to discover that no one was at the end of the line. He checked his chip and it was activated. Nothing out of the ordinary. He tried to access the cam's from the conference room he just vacated and he saw Riley fighting with the two business partners. She was winning. What the hell was happening? But this means the chip works he also thought. Gabriel tried to make contact with CyberCom on their safe lines but it was as if a wall of concrete has been placed between the chip and the outside world. They must have some kind of shield that protects this building from the outside world. How the hell didn't I felt something was off? Gabriel turned to head back to the conference room when a sharp pain pierced his head and made him crumble. What the hell is going on? Gabriel mused, falling to his knees, head on the cold floor and put his hands over his ears. Suddenly, a cacophony of sounds, voices, noises invaded his head, just like it happened when he woke up after the surgery of implanting the chip, years ago.
"What the hell is going on? Nelson, Doctor, Lillian. Why can't you hear me?" he screamed in agony.
"Hello, Gabriel!"
Sorry for the cliffie. The next chapter will answer a few questions about what is going on with Gabriel and very soon it will be revealed the reason behind Riley's worries. I hope you will stick with me and read my story.