Isabella Vaughn

Chapter 8

"Apparently not." I frowned and got up, taking my coffee in one hand, and pulled Jensen with me with the other hand. He followed me as we walked back out and got into his car. He started the engine and started to drive off. "Where to?"

"My house. I just want to get away from all this." I sighed and looked out the window. He nodded and moved his free hand to my thigh, I put one of my hands on his and sighed. Once we got back to my house, we got out of the car and walked into my house with a tired sigh. “Well, I can’t sleep now. I have coffee.” I smiled a little as I held up the hand with my coffee in it. He chuckled and nodded. “Why don’t we do something else, then?”

He smirked slightly and dragged me to the couch. I smiled and let him drag me to sit next to him on the couch. I put the coffee down next to his and wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his around my waist and pulled me close. I smiled before our lips were an inch apart. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. I kissed back just as passionately back. Minutes into the kissing, he pulled me onto his lap as we continued to kiss happily. He started to kiss me deeper than before.

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My phone rang as we were sleeping and I yawned. He sat up with me and chuckled. “Couldn’t sleep, huh?”
“Well,” I smirked back. “you’re the only exception.” I answered my phone as he watched me. “Bella Bristow. Yes? He’s here with me. Okay, we’ll be there soon.” I hung up and started to get dressed. “Seemed like we slept til the morning.

It’s time to go on that mission.” I explained as he started getting dressed too. “What’s your acting name?” He asked. I shrugged.
“Maybe Stephania Hearts?” I always loved that name. When I was little, I named one of my favorite dolls that. Jensen smiled and nodded. “What about, Stephania Harris?” He suggested. Harris was Jensen’s real last name. Was he hinting on something, or just giving more realistic suggestions? I rose an eyebrow in question.

“Sure.” I nodded. “Stephania Harris.” I smiled. “I like that. What about you?” I asked as I buttoned my shirt last. “Dominic Harris of course.” He smiled. That’s when I figured out he was hinting something and I was just too slow at the moment to realize what he actually meant.

                                           

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Once we got dressed, we drove to headquarters to pick everything up before we hit the road to go on the mission. Jensen and I held hands in the car and looked out the window. One of Jensen’s favorite songs came on and I smiled, knowing that the radio volume would blast soon enough. Jensen’s face lit up immediately and he started singing along to the radio. I chuckled and started humming to the beat before drumming my fingers on my thigh, mimicking a drum. Once we got to the headquarters, we got out and walked inside to see everyone ready with the two bags we needed. Mitchell smiled and held up two ear pieces with a proud grin stretching from the corners of his mouth. I laughed softly and went over to grab mine as Jensen grabbed his.

“How long did it take to make all the tech for the mission, Mitch?” Jensen smiled as he hooked his up with mine. “Well,” He looked at Jensen. “That’s the million dollar question, now isn’t it?” He winked and everyone laughed. McRider waited until everyone calmed down before he nodded. “Okay, everyone should know their positions. The train leaves in half an hour, so Harris and Bristow should get going.” Jensen and I nodded and grabbed our bags and tech we’d be using before starting to leave to the subway station. My mom stopped me outside the door and I told Jensen to go on. My mom chuckled. “Do you have a good excuse on why your shirt is buttoned wrong?” She gestured to my shirt where a button was randomly hanging down, making my cheeks turn a light rosy color. “Uh... no?”

I blushed, redoing the buttons on my shirt quickly. “Mhm, I see. Does it involve Jensen?” She smirked, making me blush darker as I nodded slowly. She chuckled and shook her head. “I’m glad you two are together.” She smiled. “Thanks to you.” I smiled, joking which made her laugh. “Go on, you’ll be late.” I nodded and walked off to join Jensen again. “What was that about?” I just shook my head, taking his hand as we walked to the subway.

Jensen and I grabbed out bags and got onto the subway, sitting down together by a window. I sighed softly as I looked out the window. There was nothing I could really prepare for, which made me nervous. Jensen saw my uneasiness and took my hand in a soft gesture. I held it tightly and looked at him. “Remember when two FBI agents asked if we knew anyone with brown hair?” My thoughts went back to the break in at the cafe Jensen and I were going to go to. Jensen nodded.

“What if... what if my grandfather’s actually alive?” I swallow thickly, worried for the worst. “But didn’t he die in an explosion?” I nodded. “But I have that feeling that something happened where’s he’s not dead after all. I mean, McRider looked oddly familiar from the pictures my parents showed me...”