Beneath The Rain (18+)

Chapter 24 : Complex yet, so simple

The Investigator 

I've never been to Boston and yet, it feels so familiar to me. We were able to cut the cameras off a short while, when we were there. It was around a six hour flight and I feel so worn out already. If this is how Owen feels 24/7 then I feel his pain and he work with this feeling majority of the time. He reminds me of my dad in a lot of ways. I would like to know what truly happened to my father but, I'm better off. I know it. 

We went over the details on the plane. If we run into them in the places we're about to search. If it's David, Owen will do the talking and if it's Ashley, I will. Bray found no records of them leaving due to him searching tickets under a list of names on David's crew. They're still here, we have to figure out where.

"After some sleep, we'll start with the coffee shop, asking the employees wouldn't be a bad idea. Though we will have to be smart in the questions we ask. Focus on the fact of Myia, we'll have to rough you up a bit by keeping your bandages exposed and messing up your hair a bit. Sympathy will go a long way. That is only if they don't have your full description." Owen fills me in as we enter the hotel room. Not paying a bit of attention to what he is doing, I head immediately over to the bed. The thoughts of these recent events and new information swirl around rattling my brain even further. I don't know myself outside of this mission. Like I was made for it yet, never meant to accomplish anything. Eventually the room fades to black as a distant memory.

As the room fills with my screams, I can feel myself shaking wildly as the blood drips from my chin. I can't move, I feel restraints around me and whatever I am sitting on. The blood rises, reaching my waist now. Is this real? Am I going to die here? I kick and thrust as hard as I can, while feeling blood continuing to run down from my lips.

Finally the fight ends as my eyes open to see a blank ceiling. Sitting myself up and rubbing my eyes. I look around, trying to make sure this is real. I spot Owen sitting in a chair next to the doorway with his gun laying in his lap yet, firmly in his grip. 

That was indeed the must horrific sleep I have ever had. The images of blood spilling for Mitch's leg, filling the room and covering every part of my body, eventually spurting from my own mouth will forever live in my head from this day forth. I feel out of my mind yet, not one tear streams down my face. I only sit there staring through hooded eyes.

"Little Flame, I know that look. It was just a dream. You have to be on your a-game for this. I know pushing it down is never good for anyone but, we'll deal with it later." With that he stands and not a second later his lips find mine. In this moment I'm lost to the world. Maybe as I should be.

"Let's get you ready, okay?" He suggests, moving away from me. Not saying a word I follow him into the bathroom. What happened with Mitch makes this part a bit easier since my arms are already rapped and my body is cover in bruises from being thrown into a wall. Just the outfit should do the trick. 

"Okay. I believe this should do." He sizes me up, before stepping back. Watching myself in the mirror I'm oddly proud of myself. 

"I look disgusting." I mutter, pushing past him and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Your wire is working so, I can hear you but, you won't be able to hear me." He informs, tucking his gun into the back of his jeans.

"Let me have a dagger." He glares at me with furrowed brows at my request. "Yes, I did indeed break down because of some dickhead but, he wasn't an innocent man. Give me a damn weapon, I will not do this without one." Watching a slight smirk sneak onto his face. He turns searching through a suitcase before, getting on his knees in front of me. His hands slides up under the tattered dress, rapping a something around my upper thigh. He looks up at me while placing a kiss on my knee. 

"There you go baby. I know you don't have much training but, anyone and I mean anyone lays their dirty hands on you. Slit. Their. Throats." He splits up his demand by placing kisses up my thigh. Before he has a chance to stand, my hand grips his hair, yanking his head back to look at me. I slam my lips onto his. The rooms temperature changes from zero to a hundred in a blink of an eye. His hands are placed on both of my thighs, stabling himself while deepening the kiss. I can already feel the new bruises start to form as he squeezes. If what was happening was broadcasted, everyone watching would be beet red. 

 Letting go of him, we stay in the same position. His eyes search me to well. I see his smirk and he knows that I want him but, he also knows this simply isn't the time. He sucks in his lip before standing up and shaking his head.

"Can we make a deal?" I look over to where he was resided when I first woke up. 

"Depends. What's the deal?" I question, giving him a smile. If he brings up marriage again. I might just use this dagger on him.

"After this is over. We move in together. You can pick where we live and the living situation. Such as if you want me in a separate room. I wouldn't have given this so called mission a thought if I didn't find you. I would have picked people that were in danger. Which granted at first she was considered missing but, after this" His eyes find mine as he pauses "after this, it will be us. Only us for awhile. I don't get close to no one in the aspect of what we have. I do not do love, until you. If you say no well, remember how I found you? Well I will again and again. Maybe out of rage because of rejection or simply because I can not live without you. All that to say I am in love with you. If rejection is what to come, the other option is groveling and trust me baby, I love to beg." His eyes don't leave mine, I know my face is in the state of shock. I don't know how to respond. I watch as he lets out a laugh. 

"Choose wisely, Little Flame."