Tainted ~Mitch Rapp

14

I was laying on something warm and soft, while something cold and wet was being rubbed onto my face.

My face ached and there was darkness all around me. I shivered involuntarily which resulted in the blanket being pushed closer to my body.

"Tiff." I heard a deep raspy voice say.

The voice was very familiar. I struggled to open my eyes. When I did I immediately shut them because of the light. I groaned quietly. I opened them slowly again. I saw Mitch staring at me. His eyes were full of concern.

"My face hurts." I mumbled. "Yeah well when you get a gun bashed into your face it tends to cause pain." He said. "Did I kill him?" I asked. "Yup. Stabbed him right in throat. Got some crazy reflexes." Mitch said. I smirked. "You can thank old man Stan for that." I mumbled. "What happened to the girl?" I asked. "Shot her. She tried shooting you." Mitch said.

I nodded and tried to sit up. Mitch helped me. I sent him a thankful smile.

"Where's Stan?" I asked. "Making sure no evidence of us being there is there." He said. "Who were the people?" I asked. "Just some people looking for money." He answered. "Why do I feel bad for killing them?" I asked. "Maybe because they're a little more innocent then the men you've killed before." He said. "Why do I feel bad for killing the people that deserve to be killed?" I asked. "It's a natural thing to feel bad. It isn't really normal to shoot somebody dead." He said. "Does it feel normal for you?" I asked. "Yeah it does. I've always had anger in me when I killed those people. I still do that's why I don't care anymore." He said. "I don't have anger in me." I said. "Which is why you're feeling guilty. You're not used to it." He said. "I don't want to get used to it. It'll mean I've officially turned into a killer and I don't want to be that. No offense." I said.

Mitch gave me a small smile and rubbed his finger along my forehead. I winced slightly.

"The swelling went down. You have a small cut." He said. "Great. I'm going to look like shit." I mumbled. He chuckled. "You're worried about your face?" He asked. "Yes I am. Don't judge me. It's a natural girl thing." I said. He chuckled. I smiled and pushed my hair out of my face. "What time is it?" I asked. "9." He answered. "When did I pass out?" I asked. "As soon as I got us into the car. You just knocked out on my lap." He said. I blushed and looked down. "Sorry." I mumbled. "It's okay. You're cousin said he'll bring us the weapons tomorrow." He said. I nodded.

I noticed that I was still in my clothes from earlier. I sighed and threw the blankets off of my body.

"I'm going to take a shower." I said while getting up, only to sway and fall into Mitch's arms. "Woah. Take it easy." He said as I grabbed onto his shirt, while shaking my head to clear my vision. "I'm okay." I mumbled. "Tiff let me at least help you to the bathroom." He said. I sighed and nodded.

I allowed him to help me to the bathroom.

"Okay stay here." I said sternly. He chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't come in unless really need me too." He said. I nodded and walked into the bathroom.

I closed the door but didn't lock it. I sighed and looked into the mirror. I scrunched my face up when I noticed the cut on my forehead. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and turned the shower on. I took off my bandage and stared at the stitches. The skin had healed and now I had to take out the stitches. I took a deep breath and quickly took them out. I then hopped in the shower. The hot water cascaded down my body. It felt good against my skin and my pounding head.

I gently ran my hands through my brown hair. I rubbed my face gently. After I finished showering I stepped out with my towel wrapped around my body. I wiped the mirror and stared at my reflection. I looked slightly better. I sighed and opened the bathroom door. I walked out and my eyes widened. Mitch was standing in front of the computer . He had on grey sweatpants and no shirt on. A blush appeared on my cheeks as I shamelessly stared at his back. He had nice back muscles and small moles littered the surface of his skin. I quickly went to my bag and pulled out some clothes. I turned around and got ready to walk back into the bathroom, but I stumped my toe against the bed.

"Oh my fuck!" I yelled in pain.

Mitch whipped around and stared at me with concern as I fell onto the bed.

"What happened?" He asked. "My foot! My fucking foot!" I whined. Mitch laughed. "It's not funny you bitch." I grumbled. "It is." He said in between laughs.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. I gripped my towel tightly as I inspected my toe.

"Stumping your toe on the bed is like taking a trip to hell." I mumbled. Mitch laughed. "Stop laughing at me." I growled. He smirked. "Okay. Okay." He said.

I rolled my eyes and got up. I grabbed my stuff going into the bathroom. I closed the door and dropped my towel. I rubbed lotion on my skin and pulled on my clean panties. I pulled the tank top over my head and put on my shorts, before walking out the bathroom. I saw Mitch staring at the computer.

"You just stare at the screen all day right?" I asked. "Yup." He answered. "Well I'm ordering room service. I'm starving." I said while picking up the phone to order room service. "What do you want?" I asked. "I'm fine." Mitch said. "I'm ordering you a burger." I said.

He didn't argue with me. I quickly ordered the food and then walked over to the computer screen, watching Weber climb into bed.

"All this idiot does is sleep." I mumbled. "And sell bombs." Mitch added. "Yeah that too." I mumbled while squatting next to him. My stomach grumbled and I blushed. "Yeah I'm definitely hungry." I mumbled. Mitch smirked at me.

About a half hour later our food came. Mitch and were currently eating while watching the various video cameras we had set up.

"I feel like a hard core stalker." I mumbled while eating my fries. Mitch looked at me with an amused expression. "I'm serious. It reminds of this time my cousin was being stalked. The police told her that the guy that was stalking her literally sat in front of television screens just watching her. It was so weird." I said. "He's in jail?" Mitch asked. I nodded. "Yup." I said while drinking my water. "You should get some sleep. I'll wake you up to change shifts." Mitch said. I nodded.

I put my dirty plates on the cart and went into the bathroom. I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth, before walking out of the bathroom.

I quickly crawled into the bed and threw the covers over my head. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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Just some cute Mitch and Tiffany bonding time. Aren't they adorable. Okay so I have another Dylan O'Brien fanfic that you should definitely check out. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.