Operation Hawkeye (A One Direction Fanfic) [Completed]

Chapter 14: Missing

Second to the last chapterrr!

Sorry it doesn't have much 1D in it :(

Should I post 15? There's a twist at the end (;

-J

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I fluttered my eyes open, and saw my father's face in front of me.

At first I thought it was the drugs kicking in, but I realized I wasn't hallucinating. I looked around the room and realized I was in the CIA's recovery room back home.

I moved to sit up, but felt a sharp pain on my right side. Broken collarbone. It was wrapped up in almost three layers of gauze, and I sighed.

"Am I... Home?" I asked slowly.

"Yes, sweetie. You're safe and sound," my dad said while softly ruffling my hair.

It took awhile for me to recall everything that happened, then I worriedly asked, "Where's the-"

"The boys are doing fine. Louis recovered well and his head didn't show any sign of serious trauma. Niall, Zayn, and Harry experienced minor cuts and bruises, but other than that they're fine. And as for Liam," he said this directly at me while winking, "he seems to be more worried about your health that of himself." I smiled at the thought of Liam.

"How long was I out?" I asked worriedly.

"Just a week. Your arm was bleeding severely, and when that wretched Mr. Stratford stab you with the pipe, it went through your body with such a force and broke your collarbone," he said. "I am so proud of you. Your first mission was a complete success, and I couldn't have asked for a better daughter. You've worked so hard, and I know you are going to grow up and follow in my footsteps," he said and kissed my forehead. "Now you get some rest, we've got a surprise for you... Soon."

"I hereby promote you from a junior agent in-training to an official part of the CIA adult division. At 16 years of age, you are the youngest in CIA history to make it on the division. Congratulations, Agent Jenelle Mendoza," one of leaders said to me while pinning a medal of honor on my jacket. I grinned in response.

I watched my father look at me with proud eyes and my mood escalated. Making my dad proud was the best feeling in the world. I stepped off the pedestal-type thing and ran into his arms, thinking that my life couldn't get any better.

But I knew someone was missing in my life, and I couldn't help but wish that that someone was here.