Not That Into You: a Carlos Sainz fanfic

Eleven

Morgan

If she could punch Carlos Sainz in the face and break that nose of his, she would. If he wasn't so callous, they wouldn't be in so much shit now. Sitting in the main controls room, Morgan absentmindedly sorted through paparazzi photos that had surfaced online just minutes before they'd been shot at. Her mind was elsewhere, however. The CCTV cameras in the area had been wiped clean thanks to Agent Rossling who was the head of the tech department. Morgan had gone through the footage of the shooting as she combed through every minute of it, noting down the exact time the three men had entered the restaurant, their car number plates, what types of guns they'd used and any other information she could scour from the tapes. Just as she had predicted, the man who had asked Carlos to speak to his daughters was in on the attack although he didn't shoot at them. The faces of the gunmen had been picked out and Rossling was running it through the database to find out their identities and any other information.

"Take a look at this Reyes," Hawk said from beside her as he held up his phone. Her mood soured further as she stared at an article published by some gossip site. It was in Spanish and she stared at the bright red headline of the article. "Mysterious woman," she read aloud and rolled her eyes. There was a picture of Carlos and her just outside the restaurant, he was holding her hand, a bright smile on his face as she stood beside him. She was smiling too.

"You look like you want to kill yourself," Hawk observed from beside her.

She looked up at him in panic, "Does it really look like that?".

"Calm down minx, I can only tell because I know you," he said with a chuckle.

"What have we got?" Jenna asked as she walked into the small conference room. Morgan was happy for the distraction. She didn't want to see another paparazzi post again.

"Four men were in on it, facial recognition is being carried out as we speak and Rossling will get back to us when he's found a match," Hawk said, back to business mode.

"Good. What else?"

"The restaurant was in a remote part of the city and we got lucky because it's a Monday afternoon and everyones at work. Hawk and I drove to the restaurant and we spoke to Philippe, luckily the incident had occured when most of the customers had left," Morgan said, "The ones who remained were the Bishops and the Harts. We sent in two teams to their homes and paid them for their silence,". Along with a few others, the old families of Bishop and Hart knew about Minotaur and everything it stood for. Their own members were once heads and CEOs of the agency before they decided to pull back after the oldest son of the Harts was KIA. Still they kept the agency business secret, however only with a monetary fund. Hawk and Morgan had ensured that the families, along with Philippe who was the owner of the restaurant, received the money.

"So nothing got leaked to the press?" Jenna asked as she swiped through her iPad, looking for any errant news articles that the tech team had missed. Coming up with nothing she nodded, a clear indication that she was pleased with the work, "Once the identification process is done, send me the profiles, if need be I might have to call up a few seniors to discuss this," she said as she stood up and made her way towards the door.

"We need to speak to the Team Principals and the CEOs. Have to brief them about the attack," Jenna said as she opened the door and beckoned the men in. For the next hour, Morgan and Hawk went through their newly developed elevated security measures. With only a few months till pre season testing, there was a lot at stake when it came to the drivers and their safety.

When they were done Morgan wanted nothing but a warm shower and a nap. Her stitches that had been retouched after the attack felt too tight for some reason and she desperately craved some painkillers.