Regina is able to eat up and rest up. The bed was luxurious and she didn't want to leave the soft satin sheets. The sun was up already, and she heard a knock on the door. She jolted still at the sound of it.
She steadied her breathing, "Regina, it's umm Killian, thought you could have some breakfast?" He spoke softly through the door. Feeling relieved, she swung her feet off the side of the bed. "Ah," she gasped a bit, forgetting the cut on her foot from the glass.
Opening the door, his kind face was staring at her, with a cart. "Greetings, I come with food," he smiles. She wondered how a man could be so tough, with a gun in his hand, clearly an amazing detective to get this far in the British Embassy, and yet, so soft spoken and kind.
"Well you look rested and a little color now in your cheeks," he smiles. "So, umm, please," he gestures her to sit across from him. "There's some Spanish style eggs, and I think some kind of french toast, which I find amusing given we're in Spain," he smiles. "France is next door," She says.
He smiles at her, "Indeed," he nods. "So, if you're still up for this, I was going to explain what we're going to do," he said. She gently sips on a cup of coffee, and looks up at him. "Now, the men who took you," he says.
In Regina's head -- flashes of her own screams, feeling their hands, everywhere, the cut of the leather against her.
She blinks quickly
"Oh, hey, you ok?" He asks. "I'm... fine," she tells him, but he doesn't believe her. "Listen, you don't have to do this," he shakes his head. "Will it catch them faster?" She asks. "Well, yes, a lot faster, if someone is able to point them out and possibly lead to their home base, I'm guessing the brothel is now where you were the entire time?" he asks.
"No," she affirms. "Do you remember how far at all where they really kept you?" he asks. "It was at least counting to 100, 50 times," she says. "Ok, I'm assuming they blindfolded you on transport?" he asks. "Yes, but I listened," she describes.
"Good, that's good, it could come back, just what we're going to do is a bit different. Likely given how many customers they have, they won't recognize me. We dress you up enough, they won't suspect that either, sunglasses, what have you," he says.
"We pose as a married couple, on a honeymoon. We go to one of their expensive hotels, the ones they use as a cover for their shady business, infiltrate it, and we get people in," he said. "Chances of them actually operating some of their filthiness within their expensive hotels are pretty high," he said.
"I was never in a nice place," Regina shook her head. "No, but, this type of thing can have some high paying customers, and they could possibly turn out some business there," he said. "And we would be in the same room?" She asks.
He knows this part would make her nervous. "Correct, the same room, but you'll have your own gun, if my word of your safety isn't enough," he said. She smiles softly, "It is," she nods. "Is it? you don't have to trust me all the way right now," he said. "You saved me," Regina says.
He smiles, "I did, and I won't harm you, I really want to nail the fuckers who took you, and at some point, I can get you home to your family," he said. She looks at him, "I promise you, I will," he said. She believed him. It was the first person she had seen in years who she actually believed.
Regina is given a suitcase of clothes, sunglasses. Everything is so regal compared to what she's been wearing for three years. The woman agent enters with another woman, "We'll need to cut your hair a bit, if that's okay?" She asks. Regina sighs. Her hair hasn't been cut in years, she's more than fine with it.
She sits and watches the pieces of hair fall to the floor, her hair shapes around her face in soft waves. "There," the woman nods at her. Regina stands, wearing a flowing white dress and some sandals on her feet. She has the sunglasses atop her head and she leaves the room with the women, with her suitcase.
Killian stands, with a blue half open shirt, with khaki pants, and sunglasses himself. "Well, your hair looks gorgeous like that," he compliments. Regina sighs, still instinctively looking at the floor on compliments.
"Here final details," the agent hands Killian a box. "Ah, key thing," he opens it and inside are wedding rings. A white gold thick band for him, and a sparkling matching set for Regina. "Should fit," he says. She stares at the rings, and Killian takes them from the box, "May I?" he asks. She nods at him, silent.
Slowly, he slips the ring set on her finger. He puts the band on his own, "Well, ready?" he asks. "And," the agent hands him one more thing, a gun. "Ah, this one is for you, somewhat small, but powerful," he says places it in her hands. She's nervous, "It's not loaded," Killian assures.
She holds it in her hands, and something comes over her, strength, power, and the will to fight. The sparkling ring on her hand as she holds this gun, she can do this.
Killian and Regina head to one of the fanciest hotels, run by the suspected traffic ring thugs. Regina's hand is in Killian's, and she feels a sense of comfort just clutching onto him. He gently squeezes it as they approach the front desk.
Regina's sunglasses are in place, and her new shorter hair, the man behind the desk shouldn't recognize her. But she recognizes him. She remembers the night when he came into the room, he had metal across his hands, she remembered the way it felt hitting her hip, and as his hand would tangle and tug her hair roughly as she knelt.
She squeezes Killian's hand, "Honeymoon," he smiles at the man, but he knows Regina is screaming inside. "Water view?" he asks. Regina chills at the sound of his voice. "Honey?" Killian looks at her, she looks down, then up at Killian, "Yes, please," she smiles at Killian, trying to keep her focus on the good man next to her, not the poison behind the desk.
They are shown to their room, and Killian bolts the door, and removes his sunglasses. "Mmm," Regina sits down. "You ok? I know you must have know him," Killian said. "I'm ok, my foot, though, these shoes may have not been the best," Regina says slipping off the pumps.
"Oh, your cut, may I?" He asks as Regina is straining to bend the right way to look at the bottom of her foot. She nods at him, and he kneels on the floor.
Gently, he takes her foot upward to look at it, "Mmm, I don't think it's infected, but it should probably be cleaned since walking in those new shoes," He said. She watches him as he gets a cloth, and he soaks it in some warm water.
He kneels back down as he squeezes the extra water from it. She watches how strong his hands are, then focuses as he's so gentle with her foot. It stings a bit, as she feels the water clean it. He looks up at her, as he gently keeps hold of it. "You're braver than you look you know, and braver than you feel, you have to just look inside, it's in there," he said.
"You really believe that?" She asks. "Yes, I do," he assures her with a smile.
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Protection
FanfictionKillian Jones, 30, goes undercover in a foreign country to nail an underground Sex trafficking ring. He rescues a young woman, 19, who decides bravely to help him catch the disgusting criminals that held her captive 3 years. Trigger warning.