A Voice in the Dark

Chapter II

Note: I know I said I'd probably update this once a month, but I'm already working on a new instalment of my Guy & Marian Acrostic Series- and this was ready so I decided to post it now.

By the way, as I told a couple of readers, this is a LUCAS fic; meaning he's NOT a footnote. In short, not everything is what it seems. Enough said. Enjoy!

TITLE: A Voice in the Dark

AUTHOR: Lexie aka lillianschild

FANDOM: Spooks/MI5

RATING: PG13/R (probably in later chapters)

PAIRING: Lucas/OC

SUMMARY: Section D has a traitor in its midst and a mysterious man arrives with what appears to be the key to rid MI5 of the mole.

A/N: this fic is my own version of Series 7. I will probably update it once a month, considering my busy work schedule, and try to pen a one-shot in between to continue my Guy & Marian Acrostic Series.

Disclaimer: all recognisable characters belong to BBC and Kudos Productions; I'm just playing with them for a little while without making a profit. No infringement's intended.

CHAPTER II

Two days after the debriefing, Annabelle was back on The Grid taking part in a meeting convened by the Head of Section D; only a small group was present, those she assumed were amongst Harry's most trusted.

“How and where exactly did this asset get the intel?” asked Edwards, the oldest senior officer in the room. “This kind of information couldn't have been stored just in one location.”

“Maybe he got it from different sources and then mentally assembled it,” Annabelle suggested. She was the only person in the room who was aware of the asset's prodigious mind at work, but nobody except Harry and Adam knew of her role in the exchange of information. Pearce had asked both officers to keep things under wraps, and she'd follow his order to the letter.

The meeting broke up half an hour later and she stayed behind, waiting patiently for the rest of the group to leave so that she could have a word with Harry in private.

“I've told you everything I know, Annabelle.”

“I'm not asking you to tell me who he was. I just want to know if... He was kind to me,” she swallowed the lump which was lodged in her throat. “That night... did he...?”

“Shortly after you left. The end wasn't painful; that much I can promise you. The doctor made sure he got enough morphine to numb the pain. There wasn't much else he could do... the damage was too great. I'm aware this might sound callous, Annabelle, but it was for the best. I would have welcomed my deliverance had I been in his shoes,” he replied after a brief pause.

Wasn't that what she'd actually prayed for on leaving his bedroom- that he could be delivered of his agony and find rest at last? It was the most humane thing to wish for a man who was suffering the way he had.

Still, there was something about the way Sir Harry had recited the events which didn't ring true. She couldn't put her finger on it, but a feeling in her gut told her that not everything her superior and mentor had shared was the truth. Could it be he'd encouraged the doctor to speed up the patient´s deliverance? And if that were the case, would she blame him?

“Thanks for answering my question,” she said quietly, getting up and grabbing her notes to return to her station.

He was dead and life went on. New threats put the nation on the rack every day and it was up to them to ensure the world was a safer place. New names were added to the Memorial Wall at Thames House on a regular basis, unknown to the world, anonymous like the voice in the dark which still rang in her ears.