The Spy (One Direction) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 23

PUBLISHED 5/12/15

Rider's POV

"Manhattan?" I ask, "I was in Yonkers..."

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you get from Yonkers to Manhattan? It's over a half hour away, dear, and you said you didn't remember."

"I honestly don't know," I mumble, "Thank you, ma'am, but I should get going. I have to meet my friends."

"Do you need a ride?" she asks, "Or cab fare? A subway card, maybe?"

"It's ok, Liz," I say, and she smiles when I call her 'Liz', "I'll figure it out."

"Ok, Dear," she says, "Be careful."

I nod, and walk out of their house. I memorize their address, because I want to send her daughter some tickets for when we're out of this mess. I start walking, and get strange looks from everyone I pass. It's a two hour walk, and I have nothing on me...

I reach into my pockets, and see my badge is still on my waistband.

I pull it out, and jog for a few miles until I see a cop car. I knock on the windows of it, and the cop rolls down the window. He looks at me.

"Can I help you, hun?" he asks.

I pull out my badge.

"I need a favor," I say.

He nods, and unlocks the doors. I slide in shotgun.

"Where to, Agent T.?" he asks, nervously.

"Four Seasons Hotel," I say, and he nods, putting his car in drive.

I buckle my seatbelt, and he takes off, me flying forward a bit.

*****

I sigh in relief, as the 40 minute drive is over, and we're at the Four Seasons.

"Thank you, Officer...," I look at his name tag, "Blake."

"No problem."

I get out of the car, and start jogging towards the hotel. I know of this hotel, and I definitely don't belong here like this. I walk up to the woman's desk, and she looks at me with disgust.

"Do you know what room Miss Blue is in?" I ask, as nicely as I can, without ripping her head off.

"Room 312," she scoffs, waving me away.

I walk up to room 312, on the 3rd floor, and knock on the door.

"Who is it?" asks Lou in a really girly voice.

I cover the peek hole, so he can't see.

"Open up," I boom, in a rough voice. "I know Rider is in there!"

"Who?" he asks, trying to keep his voice from wavering.

I uncover the whole, and chuckle a bit.

"Open up, Lou!" I say in my normal voice, "It's your little sister."

He opens the door, looks at me, and smiles.

"Where have you been?" he asks, "It's been nearly a week! We were so worried!"

I walk into the room, and see the door open to the suite next door. They had two rooms, and there was three bed, and a couch per room.

"Misty!" I call, and she walks in, and nearly does a double take.

"Tommo?" she asks, "I thought you were dead! What happened to your eye?"

I walk into the bathroom, and look in the mirror. Sure enough, right across my left eye, starting in the middle of the left side of my forehead, and the middle of my left cheek, is a large scar. It's not deep, but sort of obvious. I sigh.

"I got it from them," I say, rolling my eyes, and rubbing my temples. "I need a shower."

I lock the bathroom door, and peel off my clothes. I shake my hair out, and turn on the water. I hop into the steaming hot water, and it feels amazing. I wash all the dirt out of my hair, and scrub my rough skin.

I rinse off, and hop out of the shower. I wrap the fluffy towel around me, enjoying its warmth.

"Misty?" I call out.

"Hm?" she moans.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" I ask.

"Sure," she says.

Misty and I are the same size. In a minute, she hands me a pair of leggings, and a sweater. I throw on the outfit she gave me, and slip it on. I brush my teeth with an extra toothbrush laying around. I pull my hair into a ponytail, and feel extremely refreshed.

I walk out if the bathroom, and join the boys, plus Misty.

"How long was I gone?" I ask.

"A week," says Misty.

"A week?" I ask, "Like 7 days?"

"8," says Misty.

"I was gone 8 days?" I ask.

"What happened?" asks Lou.

"I confronted McKenna, blacked out, and I woke up," I say, "Then Chad was around, and I told him some sob story. He believed it, let me go, and the tables turned. A lady let me borrow her phone, and I hitched a ride from a cop."

I then grab a piece of paper and a pen laying around, and scribble the address onto the paper.

"When this whole mess is sorted out, you have to send tickets and backstage passes here." I hand Lou the page. "Never forget."

Sending tickets to her had a double meaning. When you send something, there's always a return address. And I was on a suicide mission...

He didn't know that, or understand the double meaning behind those words. And now that I think about it, I was meant to die on this mission... and I was going to.

And guess what? That had a double meaning, too...