The Transfer

Anniversary

It was dark, and Prentiss squinted her eyes to have a look at her surroundings. She was at a warehouse with Declan and Louise. Both of them were tied and gagged.

She realized that she was tied too. She struggled, trying to think of ways to release herself from the rope or whatever that was restraining her. But it seems that the harder she tries, the tighter the rope becomes.

She looked at Declan, who seemed eerily calm. Louise, on the other hand, had tear-stained eyes, a look of tiredness and defeat. Prentiss wonders how long she had been out and suddenly the door burst through.

It was two of Doyle's men. Prentiss tried to convince them to let Declan go.

"If your boss finds out that both of you kidnapped the boy, both of you won't live to see another day."

"Well... well... Thanks to you, our boss is now sitting in prison. Do you think he'll come to rescue? Poor Lauren, wonder how it looks if I send the bossman a picture of you, dead?"

"Yeah, bitch. We've been waiting for this day to revenge on him for destroying our families."

"And you made it happen." There was this evil laugh from one of the men.

"No... Please. Not the boy." Prentiss shouted and pleaded.

The next thing she knew, Declan and Louise were shot, execution-style. One of the men kissed his gun and pointed towards her.

She closed her eyes, bracing herself for death, and the shots were fired.

Prentiss woke up abruptly. It's been two years, and the nightmares are right on time. Today marks the two years anniversary of her quitting the CIA. Time flies too fast when you have nothing to do and everything to worry for. She is still not convinced that all of the IRA had been captured. She is sure there will be some who escaped the capture.

She stood up and walked to Declan's room. The boy has his night lamp shining dimly through the bedroom. She walks up to Declan, who is sleeping soundly. The clock beside his bed indicates that it's 3 am. She looks at the boy who seems at peace, and it calms her heartbeat. She then gives the boy a kiss on his forehead before moving back quietly to her bedroom.

But when she walked out of Declan's bedroom, she saw a shadow lurking in the kitchen. She cursed herself for not being an agent anymore because it meant that she has no gun for protection. But she can fight, and she is ready to do so.

She creeps slowly down the stairs, with a fighting posture. Suddenly, the kitchen lights up, and she sees Louise. She finally released the breath that she had been holding back, feeling relief that there is no real danger.

"Why are you up at this hour, Louise?"

"You're not as quiet as you think, Emily. Are you having nightmares again? Here's a cup of Chamomile Tea. It will soothe your nerves."

"Thanks, Louise. Sorry for waking you up."

"Nah. Don't worry about it. I know it comes with the job. Even Doyle has it sometimes."

Prentiss gratefully took the cup of tea from Louise and sat down at the dining table. Louise was staring at her while she sips her tea.

"Erm... Louise? Anything you want to ask?"

"I... I was wondering if you miss your job?" Louise suddenly asked.

"Well... it's been two years. I'm itching to work, but I don't want to do undercovers anymore. It's tiring, and sometimes the personalities mix up." Prentiss answered.

"Have you thought of working something normal?" Louise asked.

"Normal? Huh. Maybe. Who knows. Why do you ask? Are you bored with me already?" Prentiss jokes.

"Nah. Bored with you? Never. But I saw your panic just now when you tried to reach for a non-existent gun."

Prentiss rubs her forehead. Is she so obvious?

"I'll think about it." That's all Prentiss replied.

"Good. I just want you to be happy. Once you're done, you can leave the cup at the washer. I'll deal with it later. Get some sleep." Louise said while she stands up patting Prentiss on her shoulder.

"Sure. Thanks, Louise. Sorry again for waking you up."