The Importance of Magic-NYSM Dylan Rhodes/OC

Chapter 4

*The Next Morning*

I was currently watching a YouTube video because why not the FBI will be here soon plus I wanted to see what all the hype was about this whole 'Five Nights At Freddy's' thing was and was watching someone called 'Markiplier' while Merritt was reading on the couch, Jack was just relaxing on a chair his feet up, Danny was practicing card tricks while looking out the window and Henley was finishing packing her stuff.

"FBI Hands Where I can see them!" A guy with a bunch of other FBI agents come breaking through the door just as a jump scare comes out making me jump out of my chair in fright and statement knocking down my laptop and unplugging the headphones I was wearing.

"Stupid clumsiness" I mutter not bothering to get up, "I'm okay!" I yell out and go to try and mute the computer but the guy won't let me.

"Let's go! Get 'em up." He yells again as Merritt I assume says something about waiting a minute so he could finish the page of his book or something. "Put the book down" he finally says and I assume Merritt does so.

"Okay you got me" I hear Merritt say and notice Henley walking down the stairs and them drawing their guns on her.

"Freeze! Hands in the air!"

"Oh, my! Do one of you guys mind giving us a hand with out bags?" Henley asks on arm in her jacket and grinning.

"Let's go" I assume the head guy of this says pointing at the door as some of the agents come over to me only when they go to my laptop to turn it off another jump scare strikes causing them to jump back making me snicker at them because I knew it was coming.

"Not my fault you got scared of a simple animatronic jumping out at you" I say as I get handcuffed rather tightly.

The lead up out of Aria pulling out bags and other things along with them. We had our hands cuffed behind out backs but were smiling when people started clapping for us as we were ushered away.

*FBI Headquarters Las Vegas*

They put each of us in our own interrogation room and handcuffed to tables as per 'regulation' and stuff which was rather annoying and boring to me.

I was tapping my fingers against the table and glancing out where I knew the two way glass was waiting for at least someone to walk in to talk to me or 'interrogate' me, but alas it seemed no one was going to do that. I rested my head against the table wondering if Jack had fallen asleep since he seems to be able to fall asleep anywhere no matter what position or place he is , Henley is probably trying to make herself not as bored by doing something with the chair that is across from her and Merritt is or might already have done his mentalist thing to one of the agents and Danny probably trying to impress a female agent if there is one. I was pulled out of my thoughts when the door burst open making me groan because either I was going to have to move or I was going to be interrogated. However I perked up when I heard a French accent and a gorgeous blonde women walk in that was diffidently not an FBI agent probably Interpol then. But following her was someone I wasn't
Excepting causing me to immediately dart my head up my eyes going wide.

There he was Dylan Shrike...right in front of me, someone I hadn't seen in years yet we still sent birthday cards and Christmas cards because of our mom's still being as close as they were. I seemed to have shocked him as well because he stumbled for a bit before checking the file that was probably mine before groaning out loud causing the French Vela woman to raise her eyebrow at him.

"Something wrong Agent Rhodes?" She asks him making my eyebrows furrow in confusion and mouth out the word 'Rhodes' not understanding why the hell Dylan would change his last name.

"It's nothing" he says to her gritting his teeth making me roll my eyes.

"Of course it's nothing, it's not like we can even try to be civil to one another for any amount of time Agent Rhodes" I say bitterly, "But at least there is someone I can tolerate in here like this amazing gorgeous French Vela like woman, whose name is?" I ask looking at her.

"Agent Dray from Interpol" She finishes making me nod.

"Right Interpol kind of figured that seeing as your badge is handing off of your belt.." I say only to be interrupted by Dylan slamming the door closed and slamming my file on the table.

"I'm tired of this, I want answers and I will get them Ms. Turner," he says making me glare at him.

"Oh so we are on last name terms now Rhodes? I didn't realize we were even on speaking terms after what happened when we last talked without our mother's nearby" I say snappily making him glare harder at me. "It seems both Merritt and Danny have gotten to you, only they can piss someone off so much" I say rolling my eyes at the boys riling him up knowing he lets things get to him to easily. "You always did take things far to personal than anyone else did" I say and he slams his hand on the table standing up slightly making Agent Dray flinch slightly.

"Harmony I am done with games at this point, you are sitting in the interrogation spot meaning I'm asking questions and you are answering them" he said making me roll my eyes.

"Even if I do have the answers the longest you can keep us here for is ticking away and without proof you can't keep us here" I tell him standing up as well. "And why should I tell you what you want when you've already asked Danny the same questions? Don't interrupt I know you've asked him and he told you exactly what he needed and will tell you, which is exactly what I'll tell you. Unless you can find someone who will charge us for 'Stealing' money across the globe with 'magic' then go ahead and do so" I say to him and he clenches his fist in anger and I know I've gotten him tied in his words.

"Agent Dray is it possible to have a talk with Ms. Turner alone for a second?" he asks the pretty French Agent as she give him a questioning look of distrust before exiting the room.

"I told you if you kept this up that something like this would happen!" Dylan yells at me after a few minutes of silence.

"And I told you that I didn't care! Magic is what I wanted to do and I still want to do it no matter what you say!" I yell back at him as he places his hands near mine that were on the table.

"Harmony..."Dylan trails off but I cut him off.

'No you don't get to do that!" I yell at him trying to keep my emotions in check. "You don't get to try to act like you care when you didn't care years ago and left. You don't get to reprehend me for MY choices in life. You obviously don't want anything to do with your past life Dylan Rhodes so I wont take part in it either" I say finally working out how to get my cuffs off slamming my hands on the table and getting them off only for Dylan to grab them holding me down looking at me with a bit of compassion like he used to when we were kids making me think that maybe he hadn't changed at all but shaking my head snapping out of it trying to get rid of the butterflies that were once again settling in my stomach. "Just go, you can't keep us here we have a show and I don't believe our benefactor Arthur Tressler would be happy if he found out that the FBI was keeping his Horsemen in interrogation for something that can't be proved"

Eventually an hour or so later they let us out and I was a bit shaken up over how Dylan changed his name and was on the opposite side. Gosh it's like Romeo and Juliet except he doesn't have feelings for me like I do him...what am I even talking about I don't...I shouldn't...dam it I thought I got over him years ago, but I guess seeing him once again sparks some bit of spark of love I had for him once again.

As we made our way to the airport in one of the vehicles provided by Tressler I just stared out the window not talking while everyone else was talking before Henley snapped me out of it by nudging me

"Huh. What?" I ask looking at everyone as they raise their eyebrow at me. "What!? Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"Well since you were day dreaming we were discussing on what happened when each of us was interrogated and wanted to know what happened with you." Jack says and I bite my lower lip.

'Noth..."I start to say but Merritt interrupts me.

"It's not nothing, something's bothering you"

"Just someone from my past I didn't expect to see" I reply only for everyone to give me that look and I groan. "Dylan Rhodes" I say nearly saying Shrike rather than Rhodes. "We knew each other when we were kids and had a falling out over you guessed it magic, I mean Agent Dray was pretty enough to make up for it but seeing him for the first time..." I start to say only to see Henley grinning at me "What? What's that look for Henley?" I ask her.

"So you mean you knew him when he was younger meaning you love him? And you had a falling out and now have seen each other once again!" she says giggling happily making the guys and me give her a strange look.

"No...there will be no getting with the FBI, they are our enemy." Danny says making Henley roll her eyes.

"Well then that makes her Juliet and Agent Rhodes Romeo and they will have to sneak around to see..."Henley says only for me to cut her off.

"NO there will be none of that! He hates me, he doesn't even care about me that way, he probably was trying to be all nice because he doesn't want me getting into trouble or something like that to manipulate me." I say trying to put reason into it even though my stomach is full of butterflies. "Can we just drop it, I promise it wont distract me for much longer and everything will be fine going to plan" I say as I slump in my seat only to be hit by Henley with a glare about my posture and sitting up giving her a look of 'happy' as we all just talked about whatever until we got to Tressler's private airplane.
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Well there's Chapter 4. I think I'm going to post every other day from now on so I don't over stress myself. Also next part will be the plane ride with Merritt maybe trying to calm Harmony over her problems *cough* love *cough* for Dylan Rhodes with a bit of advice as Merritt's advice is always iffy depending on the situation.