Previously on...
"Hello?" called out the widow.
"Hi," greeted Patrick.
Kenzie gave her a wave.
"You were watching me."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"It's my job.
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"You were in a relationship once. You were in love. But it ended badly, and you were deeply hurt as a result."
Kenzie's shoulders slumped down. The statement clearly resonated with her.
"You shut yourself off from the world... because you don't wanna ever feel that loss again. But now you're ready to move on with your life. I can see it in you. Both of you." Erica slowly walks up to both of them, placing her hand on Kenzie. "You can find happiness again. Even true love. But you have to be willing to let me help you."
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"Then ask yourself this." Erica caressed Kenzie's cheek. "If those agents weren't outside the door right now, what would you do?" She leaned closer. "What will you do?"
Erica closed the gap between her and Kenzie. She tilted her head, kissing Kenzie deeper. Kenzie grabbed Erica's hair and pulled her closer. With Kenzie's hand entangled with Erica's hair, she reached behind for Patrick. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away.
Kenzie placed her hand over her lips, slowly realizing what she had done. Patrick dragged her out of the room.
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Kenzie leaned back in her chair as she watched footage of a bombing in Pakistan. People ran away to avoid the damage. Patrick sat next to her while Abbott and Dantria Cass, a CIA agent, sat near the monitor in the conference room.
"This was a car bombing in Pakistan 14 months ago," Abbott explained. "7 people died, 30 injured." She clicked a button on her clicker, showing another video of people being gunned down. "Egypt, eight months ago. 14 people killed. This was an attack on a hotel in Indonesia. All of these are made possible by this man–" He clicked on his clicker. A picture of a bald man with a beard appeared. "Jan Nemec. Slovakian. He was trained by the Russian mob as a teenager. He's based in Beirut now."
"So, he's part of a terrorist group?" Kenzie asked.
"Not with a face like that," Patrick pointed out.
"Correct," said Abbott. He gestured to Cass. "This is Danitra Cass. She's CIA. They're here to ask for your help with the Nemec case."
Cass cleared her throat. "Nemec's a supplier. He sells weapons, explosives. We've been struggling to get solid intelligence on him for years, but he's careful. Won't use computers, doesn't leave a data trail. Well, you must have something, or you wouldn't be here. A source in Beirut claims that Nemec just sent a shipment of passport chips to the US.
"You use these chips to forge passports to get people in and out of the country undetected. Our informant says that he was paid 1.5 million Euros by a jihadist group in the Philippines. We think it's the first step towards an attack on American soil. We need to find these passport chips and arrest Nemec, and that is why we're asking for your help. Actually, it's because of this woman."
Kenzie's face dropped as Erica Flynn appeared on the screen. "Erica Flynn?!" she quietly exclaimed.
Cass turned to Kenzie. "I understand you've dealt with her."
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I Bet on Losing Dogs - Patrick Jane
Fanfiction"I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place by the ring, Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down, ...
