Rogue

Isaac-Chapter 6

He wouldn't have believed it unless he saw it with his own eyes. Grace was in Stockholm. Here she was in the same city as him! But with that discovery came the realization: the CIA sent her after him. Not good. The fact that they were able to track him this far wasn't good at all.

Now only one question remained: to talk to Grace? Or to not talk to Grace?

Definitely a no brainer. She saw him. He had to talk to her.

He became so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he felt surprised as a young man bumped into him, mumbling "sorry" before disappearing altogether. Geez. Isaac needed to watch where he was going.

For the better part of the next ten minutes, Isaac plotted ways to talk Grace. Oh, the things he wanted to ask her!

Isaac was on the verge of zipping his coat up when his fingers froze, his veins turning to ice. However, he didn't slow his pace as he pulled out a small black device latched onto the inside of his jacket, his eyes widening with the realization. That young man that had bumped into him put a tracker on him. He hadn't been gone from the CIA that long. Had they really changed the age limit from how young they could hire people as spies?

His eyes lit up excitedly as the next option hit him. What if... What if Grace got the guy to plant it on him?

A large smile spread across his face. He knew exactly what to do.

He knew that Grace was probably following him right now, and he also knew that he could outrun her any day. In a split second decision, Isaac started booking it, weaving in and out of buildings, throwing obstacles behind him so it would slow her down. He wanted her to catch him. Just not yet.

Isaac weaved through several more streets before entering a nearly empty park, placing the tracker on a pole on the swingset, and then hastily climbing up the nearby tree, waiting as the anticipation of seeing Grace again nearly killed him.

Sure enough, just a short five minutes later, Grace entered the park cautiously with one hand inside her jacket and the other holding a tracking device, her eyes scanning the park intensely.

His breath caught in his throat as he watched her. She looked just as beautiful as he remembered, perhaps even more beautiful. Her long blonde hair reached all the way to her waist, her eyes looked even more blue-green than he remembered, even from this distance, and she wore light pink lipstick, bringing out the color of her complexion.

Her lips drew him in even more, and he couldn't stop himself from staring. For the last year and a half, he had wished he could kiss those lips again. Maybe he still could. Probably not. But maybe. Nah, that was probably out of the question. Was it?

Then his heart seemed to stop completely as he noticed the blue gemstone necklace she wore around her neck that he had given to her as a gift a couple Christmases ago. There had to be some hope there.

The smile on his lips grew and grew as he watched her down below circling the swingset before she found the tracking device, her mouth turning into a disgruntled frown before she snatched up the device and put it in her pocket. Grace started to turn around to leave back the way she came, causing Isaac's heart to hurt just a little bit. He didn't want her to leave.

"Hi there!" he called out, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as Grace spun around, reaching for her gun in the process. Her eyes searched the vicinity before finally finding Isaac. Neither of them said anything for several long moments, but Isaac couldn't help but feel whole again with her near. Complete.

Her expression turned from shock to a smile to a frown all in the same five seconds. "What the he... heck do you think you're doing, Cooper?" Grace shouted up at him, putting her gun away when she realized that he was unarmed.