Mr and Mrs Shaw (rewrite)

Chapter 25

Mike Oxmall.

That was Hobbs' name. It had all been Deckard's idea to put a smile on his wife's face because try as she might, she couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics sometimes. And while she'd helped create Mike Oxmall's identity, she had no clue about the red flag Deckard had set up to go off when Hobbs went through airport security.

"What's happening there, exactly?" Hattie wondered as they watched the guards pull their guns and detain the large man.

"Whatever it is, it's going to involve rubber gloves and a body cavity search," Deckard answered as Katrina rolled her eyes before her phone rang.

"Give me a sec," she said as she moved to the side to answer the phone. "Owen," she greeted.

"What the fuck is happening?!" he bellowed. "First I get MI6 agents coming to question me about Hattie stealing some sort of super virus. Then I see you and Deckard with that bastard Hobbs plastered all over London for attacking the CIA? What the fuck is happening, Katrina?"

"Ok, so long story short," she said a bit nervously, "Hattie stole the super virus to keep some worse guys from getting it. They're a secret tech cult called Eteon. They framed her for the theft and when Decks, Hobbs and I were working with the CIA to find Hats, they attacked us and framed us for the dead CIA agents."

"How does one steal a super virus, exactly?" Owen wondered.

"O, I promise, we're all fine and we're all going to be fine. You are still recovering from falling out of a fucking plane. So listen to your big sister when she tells you that she's got everything under control and will call you if and when we need help. Got it?"

"You do understand that we're the same age? You just happen to be a month older than me?"

"Regardless, I'm older. So, just to recap. I'm fine. Deck's is fine. Hattie is fine. We're all going to be fine, and in the event that, that changes, I will call you."

"You fucking better."

"Don't you fucking take that tone with me, Owen Shaw. You're worried, I get it, but don't you take it out on me."

"Sorry," he murmured. He always got quiet when she scolded him.

"It's ok. I promise I will call. I love you, O."

"Love you too, Kats."

Katrina hung up after that as she let Deckard escort her and Hattie onto the plane. He put their bags away as they took their seats in the middle section of the three. There was a woman on the edge that they didn't know, then Katrina, then Hattie, then Deckard.

"Can't believe you did that," Hattie said as they sat, playing with her silver necklace.

"He was going to slow us down," Deckard defended.

"We'll never pull this off, you know that?" Hattie muttered. "It's bad enough I've got this thing in my blood that's gonna kill me and everyone else, but are we seriously gonna break this mysterious machine out of some high-security death virus complex and magically get it to work? Because frankly, it sounds -"

"You still wear that silly thing?" Deckard interrupted before Katrina could, trying to get Hattie's mind off it all. "Didn't know you still had that," he smiled at her. "Put the pin back in. You haven't changed."

"Wish I could say the same about you."

"Hey, you're gonna be ok. We're gonna make this work. It's what we do.," Deckard promised.

"And what if we don't? What if the only option is for -"

"It's not happening," Deckard and Katrina said in unison and Hattie turned to her.

"If Owen survived falling out of a plane, you can survive a measly little virus. You're gonna be just fine, Hats," Katrina promised as she squeezed her hand.

Hattie squeezed back before she leaned over to rest her head on Katrina's shoulder. But the best part? As she was getting comfortable, she reached for the hand that Deckard had resting on his armrest. He started at her and something passed between the two of them, some sense of a truce as a big brother held his little sister's hand and promised her everything would be alright.

Yet, who would step onto the plane just as they were about to shut the door, but Hobbs? He greeted random people on the way to finding his seat. "Let's see. Where's my seat? F1. F2." Then he looked straight at Deckard. "F you." He smiled specifically at Hattie as he said, "Hi."

He then took a seat across the aisle from Deckard as Katrina bumped her sister's head with her shoulder, a cheeky smile on her face.

"Don't start, Kats," she warned as she got comfortable again.

"You're an asshole," Hobbs said.

"That was quicker than I thought."

"Yep, because I have a secret weapon. People actually like me. You wouldn't understand that because you don't have any friends," Hobbs returned as he did up his seat belt.

"Oh, believe me, I have friends. And I have a wife, which is actually something that you don't have."

"And said wife is gonna warn both of you fuckers once," Katrina said as she pointed a finger at the two of them. "If either one of us wakes up because you two imbeciles got into another pissing contest and got arrested by the air marshal, you're gonna end up looking like Owen because I'm going to push you both off this fucking plane." It was silent for a moment. "And on that note, goodnight."

Katrina rested her head on Hattie's as she closed her eyes and got comfortable, both men still looking at her.

"Not sure I'd want a wife."

Deckard just scoffed and closed his eyes. "As if you'd be able to handle a wife, especially with that attitude."

This was going to be a long flight.