A Voice in the Dark

Chapter V

TITLE: A Voice in the Dark

AUTHOR: Lexie aka lillianschild

FANDOM: Spooks/MI5

RATING: PG13

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.

Thanks to yelloweeee for her lovely artwork.

CHAPTER FIVE

When Tom left her alone in her bedroom and turned the key in the lock, Annabelle removed her blindfold and walked to the mullioned window. There was no grill over the outside and nothing in the room that she could use to pick the padlock which kept the window sealed. The only possibility of escape was to break the double-glazed pane, slip through the chipped glass and jump two storeys because there was no trellis or anything she could hold onto on her way down. The thought was discarded almost as soon as it had sprung up; the noise would have them barging into the room in no time and, even if she were lucky enough to get out of the room, the chance of her not breaking her neck or ending up in a wheelchair was too slim to risk it.

Several hours later, after devouring what she had to confess was the most mouth-watering lunch she'd ever tasted, she was stirred from her slumber by the sound of the key unlocking the door. Tom was back to retrieve the tray and leave a gift-wrapped box on the dressing-table before slipping out without uttering a word; no amount of cajoling on her part ever since her abduction had managed to get a word from him.

No sooner had the lights been turned on than she got up and crossed the room to grab the box and the small light-blue envelope she found on top of it. Curious, she slipped out the card and read the note scribbled in a masculine and beautiful handwriting- it shouldn't have come as a surprise considering who'd written it. Annabelle wondered if the wrapping would be as beguiling as everything about him she'd experienced so far; somehow, she suspected it would. A pity she'd never get to see what he actually looked like.

An invitation to dine accompanied by a classic black dress, thigh-high tights and a pair of matching high heels to wear for the occasion. This man would never cease to surprise her. Was this an attempt to seduce her? The gown wasn't the kind one would get off-the-peg; the fabric felt heavy, expensive and sensual to the touch. She'd never owned anything like it; her wardrobe featured mostly utilitarian clothes or sober trouser suits, an armour meant to disguise the softness both Harry and Lucas had managed to recognise in her.

She caressed the material, fighting the urge to try it on. She'd have to take off her cotton underwear and slip on the silk and lace one-piece designed to follow the cut of the dress or else her bra would show under the décolletage. He's thought of everything, she blushed. The temptation to give in just to see what he'd seen, if only in the privacy of her room, eventually won.

He'd got all her measures right. The meaning of such a discovery wasn't lost on her; he'd either checked out the labels on her clothes when going through her things or taken visual measurements while he interrogated her. Annabelle didn't know if she should feel insulted but, seeing the sensual and sophisticated woman reflected in the mirror, she acknowledged it was flattering to have a man think of her that way, especially when she had never seen herself in such a light.