My Spy 5: A Southern Girl in Paris

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Bash's flight landed at 3:15 and I was at his house at 4:30. I have worked myself up into a frenzy driving over to his house before, but today, I was on another level.

I knew Ryan was going back to New York and I thought it worked out that he would be leaving while I was out. We have had enough interactions this weekend and I didn't need to choke out another goodbye.

After I put my car in park, I practically sprint to the carriage house. When I reach his small patio, I take a deep breath in. I could very much walk out of here in a few minutes as a newly single lady. Bash has no idea what I want to talk to him about so I am sure he is also antsy to have me ring the doorbell. My finger lingers in front of the small rectangle as I whisper, "Just press the damn thing." I hear it echo loudly and it's literally less than a minute before he's pulling the door open. He gives me a nervous half-smile, but I just stare at him blankly.

"I'm afraid to kiss you at the moment," he tells me reluctantly as I am still rooted to his porch. I sigh, but before I am able to say anything, he says, "You've come here to end things haven't you." I can see he's truly nervous and I pray that he has nothing to do with Rory. I hope Ryan is wrong. I'm not ready to blow my life up again. I bite my lip before I say, "That depends on how you answer the question I have for you."

He takes a deep breath in and says, "Would you like to continue this on the patio or would you like to come and sit inside?" I think to his aunt possibly hearing our conversation and decide I would like the privacy of his living room. 

"Can I come in?" He nods eagerly and I follow him down the hallway. He leads me over to the couch and instead of sitting next to me, he takes the next cushion over. He frowns before asking, "What is your question?"

I am suddenly sweating. How am I going to react if Bash has known who I am this entire time? How am I going to react if he tells me he has a drug problem? I take a deep calming breath and then ask, "Do you know Roderick Cunningham? If so, how?" I catch his eye narrow ever so slightly and he turns his head a fraction of an inch while staying silent. He blinks his eyes quickly and then says, "Um, I don't think I know who that is."

I stare at him as I add, "You don't? You don't know good ol' Irish Rory?" His brow furrows in confusion and he shakes his head again as he says, "Um, no I don't believe so." I can tell he's lying. I guess it's a good thing that Bash is a shit liar so I know when he's trying to do it. I sit up a bit straighter as I say, "Okay then. Let me tell you a story. One that might jog your memory and explain to you how I know Rory and why I am asking you this." Once again, his eye narrowed slightly when I told him I know Rory but he looks to me to continue.

"You see Bash, late last year I was brought in by the F.B.I to help on a narcotics case. They brought me in to go undercover with one of their agents to get close to Rory Cunningham and Theo Rigsby." I tell him and I watch him freeze. I then add, "Well I got close to Rory like I was supposed to and I found out that he is a drug dealer, known for smuggling in an LSD type drug from Europe, one that works within seconds. Well, you could say I was leading Rory on in order to get information out of him, so when I opened my winery this past January, he was my date. On New Year's Eve, he showed up completely tweaking out and managed to lock me in my office. He then shoved a powdery white substance into my mouth and then continued to forcefully rip my clothes off. I was lucky enough to have been able to get out of my office before he was able to rape me and Jackson Hemming got me out of the winery to safety."

"Jesus," he mutters as his eyes stay wide but I continue with my story. "But you see, there were two F.B.I agents keeping track of Rory and were listening to everything happening in the office. When one of them found Rory after I escaped, they beat the shit out of him. Rory then charged the agent with assault, but then dropped it when I threatened to charge him with sexual battery. The agent still, however, got kicked off the assignment for putting his asset in danger and was suspended from work for beating up a target. That agent then lost his damn mind, refused to forgive himself for allowing me to go undercover, and then up and moved to New York last month. Can you figure out who this agent was? And why I am now asking if you know that Irish son-of-a bitch Rory Cunningham?"