dloworkit
Destiny Reed sat in the questioning room at FBI headquarters. She had 45 minutes to either save or screw Mason. She still couldn't come to terms with it. How could she, innocent Destiny, manage to get herself involved with him. Two people couldn't be of re clashing backgrounds. Mason would be over the border in... she checked her watch, 42 minutes.
She opened her coat to look at her small, nearly non existent bump. If Mason knew she was with child, he would through all sense to the wild and come looking for her like a chilvarious soldier, brave, but stupid. No, she was doing this for them. If the FBI found out she was not an innocent victim, but the illustrator of one of America's most silent heist... no, she couldn't have her baby in prison.
" ah, hello. Miss Reed?"
She covered her coat and faced the young FBI agent that stood before her, bracing herself.
" um... hi"
the woman wasted no time. " we would like to take a few tests, for rape, and any other things that might come up"
" you need my blood?" She hadn't thought of that. Come on Destiny, think you college brainac turned dropout turned criminal. " um... can I get some coffee"
The woman looked confused. " of course."
Once she was gone, Destiny prayed under her breath that it would work. She felt like shit The poor woman would lose her job . And her baby..." sorry unborn child if this causes any discomfort."
She opened her coat and pulled a small bag. It contained mild drugs that induced
and a 5 minute unconsciousness. Mason had planned for it in case
she had gotten stuck. She loved that man. She took one, instead of two pills so her baby wouldn't hurt too much. The young agent came in with the coffee.
" thanks" The pills were under my tongue, so I just had to take a swish to swallow it.
She felt the nausea building. There was no easier way. She hunched over, choking and crying. The last thing she saw was the agent's nearly catastrophic expression. At least she'd die laughing.