Queen Of The Lab~Jack Hodgins Love Story~ Olivia Anne Brennan Series~ Book #3

~Depression~

Olivia opened her eyes to her bright lit alarm clock. 3:00 in the morning, two hours before her flight. Soon she felt the arm that was wrapped around her, her hand drifting up to move it slowly. She wouldn't bother with a shower, since that would take to long and shed miss her flight. She got dressed, and rolled her suitcase down to her car. Okay so maybe it was Jacks car, but she didn't want to have to call someone to come get her bike. It was ten past and she was ready to leave. Slowly, careful not to wake him up, she planted a kiss on h lips.
  "Goodbye Jack."
She whispered softly, just before leaving she wrote him a note. She put it on her pillow, and then left her own home. Arriving at the airport was hell, but everything was okay once she was on her flight. She would arrive in Baghdad at 3:00 in the morning their time. Once she arrived, and got her luggage, she made her way down to the lobby. A man wearing a nice suit and sunglasses was standing their. Olivia looked them up and down and walked over.
  "I get my own personal boy toy."
She smiled seeing the CIA agents facial expression.
  "Don't worry fun after business I know the rules."
She didn't hold interest in the man, just in making him squirm. She started walking outside, knowing the agent would follow her. He led her to the car, without talking, and put her bag in the trunk. Their was another man in the passenger seat, so Olivia sat in the middle of the back seat.
  "You know we're your hotel is?"
The man in the passengers seat spoke, almost like a grunt. She nodded, forgetting he couldn't see her.
  "Agent Brennan?"
The driver asked as he pulled onto the highway.
  "Yes, I know I'm in the center of Baghdad for my mission."
She answered, not telling them what her mission was even though they probably already knew. The passenger looked at her with a confused look, she guessed that it was because she answered a question that hadn't been asked yet. She just shrugged in response, the look was a normal look she usually got. They pulled into the center of Baghdad, near a hotel. The driver spoke, without facing her.
  "There's your hotel, there will be a CIA agent in the lobby will show you to your room."
Olivia nodded whilst grabbing her bag. She walked to the hotel, alone, but could feel people looking at her. One, because she was obviously American but knew her way around Baghdad. Two, there CIA agents and undercover agents for the Iraq government. She walked in and immediately knew which agent was the 'undercover agent. She walked to the front desk and checked in. Once she had her key she walked to the agent and say in front of him.
  "So are you ready to take me to my room?"
He took off his sunglasses, revealing  his dark green eyes that almost looked smoky gray. He nodded, putting the newspaper down to his side. He held out his hand, causing Olivia to raise one of her eyebrows in a questioning look.
  "Sorry."
She laughed at how embarrassed he was, so she shook her head.
  "It's okay, just take me to my room Mr..."
Olivia trailed not knowing the agents name.
"Oh right,"
He paused walking forward.
   "Agent Dave Borgenson."
Olivia followed him to her room in complete silence. When she came to the door she started to open it, and realized that he was still behind her. She slowly turned around giving him a look.
  "You aren't..."
She trailed not wanting him to come in her room, since this was going to be her home for a while.
  "No, I'm just gonna make sure you're safe."
She nodded, waiting to close the door until she couldn't see him. She shit her door and locked it. She immediately put her clothes in the dresser, and then jumped on the bed. It was her tradition every time she was in a hotel, to jump on the bed. She took the phone and called Jacks phone number.
  "This is Hodgins."
He replied, clearly he had been drinking.
  "Hey Jack..."
Olivia said slowly. Her voice was filled with guilt from not telling him bye. He wiped his eyes and smiled.
  "Hey Liv how are you? Are you at your hotel?"
He asked pausing his TV show. He was watching General Hospital.
  "I'm good, and yeah I'm in my room. I had to call you from the room phone in case my cells been tapped. I don't wanna risk them knowing what's important to me."
"I'm important to you?"
Olivia could hear how happy and cocky he was in that moment, making her lips curve into a smile.
"Yeah you are."
There was a knock other door and she walked, carrying the phone to the door with her.
"Room Service."
The woman called in a accent. Olivia opened the door and grabbed the ice cream and vodka she ordered.
"What did you order?"
Jack asked not really that interested, but his voice sounded like he was. Olivia shrugged to herself, but decided not to tell him what she really got.
"Just a bottle of Sprite."
Olivia felt bad for lying to him, even about something as simple and innocent as this. She knew that Jack would know she was hitting depression from her saying she got a tub of chocolate ice cream and vodka.
"Listen I should get to sleep, big day tomorrow."
She said over the phone with a sad voice not really wanting to get off the phone with Jack.
"Yeah of course, I'll talk to you later tomorrow?"
"Yeah, bye."
She hung up the phone before he could say bye to her, his voice making her regret coming here. She knew she had tone here to get Sarah though. Her plan was a solid plan, and hopefully nothing would go wrong and there won't be any surprises. Step One: Get Sarah to Rick. Step Two: Find the man that killed Casey, then kill him. Step Three: Kill Rick and Sarah. She grabbed the remote and flipped through the movie channels.
"Footloose, Clueless, Dirty Dancing, or Breakfast Club?"
She asked herself, giving this some real thought. A tear rolled down her face seeing Pretty in Pink. It was Casey's favorite old times movie. She started Pretty in Pink, in full blown tears. Being part of the war, she learned to cry silently. By half the movie she was done with her vodka and eating the ice cream. When it was over she put herself to bed crying.
"I miss you so much Casey."
She whispered, not knowing if Casey could actually hear her.

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Normal is just an illusion
What's normal for the spider
Is chaos for the fly