FBI Damsel: Foreign Affairs

Twenty-One: Something New

Andrea sat, dumbfounded, as the plane hit the ground.  The flight attendant let go of her, allowing her to breathe properly as the contractions picked right back up again.  Luca glared at those who had chosen to buckle back up in their seats. 

“All right, I want everyone to-“

Screams rang out as the glass broke and Luca fell to the floor.  Andrea sat, in more shock, as he lay bleeding in front of her.  She gripped onto the nearest set of hands closest to her.  If she knew anything about labor, she was literally about to give birth.

“Quick!  I need someone to get the door open and get one of the agents outside!  Look for someone named Simone and Heath!  And hurry!” she begged.  Two people helped the flight attendant open the door and rush down the steps provided by the agents outside.

Eddie and Parker still had their jaws open in shock.  “When did you learn to shoot like that, Simone?”

She shrugged.  “I was top of my class when I was in the Marines.”

“You were in the Marines?!”

“Yeah.  I decided I’d rather remain on US soil than go overseas and fight.  They wanted me to be as high up as possible, with my ability to shoot, lead, and strategize, but I wasn’t for it.  After a few years, I got out and signed up for the FBI.”

“You are my new best friend,” Eddie smiled, patting her on the back.

“Hold on, someone’s coming out… I’ve got to see…!”  Heath took off for the plane, the others trailing right behind him.

“Oh God!  Oh God!  It’s coming!  I-I can see its head!”

Heath ran for his life, ignoring the stitch in his side, doing his best to get to his wife as quickly as possible.  She was still on the plane, obviously.  Her face and clothes were streaked with blood.  The body of Luca de Costa was cast aside, hidden behind the group of onlookers who were anxious to see a baby being born, or get off the plane.  The agent couldn’t figure out what was so intriguing to them.  He’d watched one minute of a birth and couldn’t handle it. 

Most people were disgusted at the thought of a seven pound, gooey thing being shoved out of another human’s body.  And yet, there they were.  Surrounding his beautiful bride while she was doing just that.

“Heath!” she shrieked.

“Andrea!  Andrea!  I’m here!”  Heath dropped to his knees by her side.  She didn’t look too well.  With nothing to kill the pain and this being her first pregnancy and having just been threatened with death for the last few hours and –

“HEATH!  STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF AND COMFORT ME!!!” his wife shouted.  He took her hands in his and tried to remember what the doctors instructed him to say.  Simone, Valerie, and Victoria were by his side.  Each took over in helping Andrea through the process.

 For the first time in his life, he was lost.  He had no idea what to do.  This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.  They were supposed to be in a hospital, surrounded by doctors who knew what they were doing.  Not on a plane filled with injured and dead bodies.  Not like this.

But, hey, they appeared to be a nurse on board.  That was lucky.  And Simone seemed to know what was going on.  She always seemed to have a little more knowledge about everything than everyone gave her credit for.  Maybe they could get through this.  Everything could be okay.  They had an ambulance just outside.  This could be okay.  They could be okay.  Andrea would be okay.

“Oh, God why is she screaming so much?!” a pale man in the back shouted.

“I’m hav-hav-hav – HEATH!!!!!!”