Caitlin Brooks: Grace Cameron

Chapter Seventeen

Three days Grace spent in the bunker, wishingand waiting for this case to be over. Grace lay in her bed mindlessly sleeping, her mind blank of dreams when the door to her bedroom was pushed open, the handle clanging as it hit the wall. She reached under her pillow, searching for a gun that wasn't there, the overhead light flicked on letting her see agent Davenport and the other agents that he had bought with him. 
"Check under the drawers" he ordered one of the men, his eyes not moving off of hers. She glanced at the agent before her eyes went back to Davenport's. 
"Got it" the agent handed him the test that she had taken three days before, the two pink lines still visible. 
"Shit" she cursed as he looked at the stick of plastic in his hand. 
"It appears you kept some information to yourself, agent Cameron, or would you prefer Caitlin?" 
"I asked for an extraction, I only did what you paid me to do" he scoffed. 
"We didn't tell you to get into bed with him"
"It was implied. Believe me if I didn't have too, I wouldn't have" she bit. 
"Well, that thing you're carrying is an act of terrorism against the United States of America and therefore you will be taken into custody-"
"You bastard! I won't let you have my baby" 
"You can come quietly or these agents can drag you out. Make your choice agent" Grace turned her head away from him "Get her" he ordered, sending the agents to her Grace managed to punch one in the face and elbow another before the four of them overpowered her, pulling her off the bed and onto her feet "Better handcuff her, this one is dangerous" she glared up at him as the metal clicked shut around her wrists. 
"Take these off and I'll show you how dangerous I can be" she bit earning a laugh in response. 
"We both know that you wouldn't do anything. After all-" his hand went to her stomach "We both know that you wouldn't risk his child" she jerked away from his hand. 
"You paid me to do this. You paid Clara too. And what? You're just going to whisk me away for the rest of my life? I screwed a terrorist, this child isn't his, it's mine-" 
"Lat time I checked it takes two"
"Where am I going?" 
"Nowhere where anyone will find you" he smirked motioning his head towards the door the agents dragged her out. The pulled her back along the concrete hallways and into the elevator. She didn't get to grab her things, she didn't say goodbye to Clara or the rest of her team. That was it. As of today Grace Cameron was going to officially disappear off the face of the earth. She was still in her tank top and shorts when they loaded her into the back of an SVU and the last thing that she could remember was a sharp twinge in her neck followed by nothing but darkness. 
When she woke up next she was groggy and her head felt like it had been hit off a wall and the bag that was over her head stopped her from making anything out clearly. The car was silent other than the sound of the engine and the tires on the road. She didn't know how long they had been driving or even if she was in the same car, it felt the same but she didn't know how long she had been out so she couldn't be sure. 
"Get her out" one agent ordered as the car came to a stop. They pulled her out of the car and onto her feet and began pushing her forward. She counted the steps, thirty feet up a low hill, then two more until her feet touched concrete. Four more until she went down fifteen steps, two more before she heard the clinking of a metal door open, then four more. One of them grabbed her and took off her cuffs, she waited hearing the metal door shut behind her again. It fell silent around her other than their retreating footsteps and the sound of another door closing. Then, nothing. She reached for the hood and pulled it off, her eyes focusing on her new surroundings. A concrete hole. In front of her she could make out what looked to be a bedroom and a sitting room, to her right was a kitchen and to her left was another metal door. The only door other than the one she had entered through. She moved to the door and tried the handle, but it didn't budge. She went into the kitchen next, searching through the cupboards and the fridge she found it full of food, probably enough to last her a month. Except, she was going to be here for at least nine. She moved into the bedroom area, it had a bed, a tv, a couch and another door that lead to a bathroom.
A hole in the ground. A concrete square. Filtered air through a vent and artificial light. She was alone. Except for the life she felt growing inside of her. 
She opened up the closet and grabbed a pair of sweats, some socks and a hoodie. She pulled on the clothes over hers before she settled on the couch and began flicking through the channels. 

Clara woke that morning and went straight to Grace's room to check on her. She froze in the doorway when she saw the desk drawer on the floor, she searched for the pregnancy test finding nothing. 
"Shit" she cursed under her breath before Elliot appeared in the doorway. 
"Davenport wants us in the conference room. Where's Cameron?" he paused, seeing the look in Clara's eyes. 
"I feel like Davenport will tell us where she is" Clara told him before she left the room, he looked over the room before he followed after her. 
When they both reached the conference room George and Simon were already lined up in front of Davenport, they joined the line and waited in silence for him to begin. 
"Agent Grace Cameron has been transferred. The mission will be forgotten and you'll all be reassigned" he informed them, his face conveying nothing that told them where Grace had been taken. 
"Where has she been reassigned?" Simon asked. 
"No where that any of you should be concerned with" Clara didn't like his tone "You're all dismissed" they all turned to leave when his voice stopped them "Agent James, I'd like a private word" Clara shared a look with the rest of the team before they left the room. 
"You knew that she was pregnant didn't you?" Clara turned to face him. 
"You took her away so that she could have it" he didn't respond but she knew the answer. 
"It won't be spoken about, if it is then you'll be taken to a black site. Is that understood?" she nodded, he took a seat at the head of the table, his gaze focusing on his work "You're dismissed agent" Clara turned her back to him before she froze. 
"Grace is tougher than she looks. You won't win this. Who knows how many agents there are that you paid to screw terrorists in the name of national security" she bit "Grace will be your downfall" she bit one last time before she left the room, slamming the door behind her. 

Three months Caitlin had spent in the new bunkerthat felt more like a prison than her new home. But, it wasn't home. It was aprison. One that she was trapped in for the next six months. 
Caitlin groaned as she woke up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she sat up in bed, her hand going to her small bump.
It was always like this when she woke up. She always dreamt of Cormac, of the boys and when she woke up her hand would go to the bump as if she had to check it was still there, that everything that happened did and that she was in the hell hole that she is.
After a few days in the hole she found out what was behind the locked metal door, a birthing suit set up just like it would be in the hospital. Except this wasn't a hospital. Once a month they came and checked her over, they didn't speak to her unless they had to. They never asked if she was eating enough and they always watched as she took her supplements. Then they would disappear up those steps, always locking the door behind them.
Today was no different from any other day that she had spent in the hole. She made herself breakfast with whatever was in the fridge, whatever they bothered to buy for her. They always knew when she needed more.
She did some yoga and other exercises before she took a shower then she would read for an hour or two before the doctors came. There was always two. Always old, always silent. They called each other 'doctor' so she never knew their names and no matter how many questions she asked, no matter how loud she shouted them, they always stayed silent unless they had a question for her. It was driving her crazy but, there was nothing that she could do, nothing. All she could do was wait. But the waiting was killing her, because what would happen when the waiting was over? What would happen to her baby? The questions, the silence, the waiting. It was driving her crazy, and she didn't know how much more of it she could take.