I open the door quietly sliding into the room, my exposed leg showing itself first. Sleepyhead eyes and mine make four as I close the door. He steps back squinting his eyes to see me better in this dark room. I watch him step back as fear shows into his eyes, I chuckle. 

"I'm not here for that, unless you want it" He nods his head and let me be. 

My attention shifts to my father fast asleep. His face just the way I left it last time, only a bit paler. A cough sprints from his chest into the cold room. I watch him as he shifts himself to be comfortable, then sniffs.  When he seems okay, I look away and into Chris eyes. He stares me down like a piece of meat. My eyes, then aching lips, and my body. His eyes linger at my exposed foot, and I try my best to shut down my dirty mind. His eyes come back to mine, as his teeth meet his lip. I chew on the insides of my cheek, standing in the same position.

The warehouse comes back to mind. He was going to kiss me that time, wasn't he? Maybe he wants to kiss me now, I look much better. Who am I kidding, he's just my mentor. My insides scream at me, devil and angel speaking its mind. Oh, I hate double feelings. 

"Are you guys just going to stare at each other or what?", the guard asks, bring me back to earth. I look to the guard, then walk towards Christopher. My heart rate increasing with every step. I scan Christophers eyes for emotions, he seals himself away like normal. His unreadable gaze sinks my heart. Probably he doesn't feel the same way I do. Probably, I'm not pretty enough.  Probably the emotions I spotted last times were just mere illusions. 

"I brought you a clean shirt," I say in a hushed tone my confidence low. I stare at him awaiting a response, for what seems like years.

"You look beautiful," he whispers. His husky voice sends a shiver down my body, it always does.  I watch his teeth let go of his lip and his eyes glow in hunger and lust. I blink twice telling myself it's an illusion, while his eyes move to my exposed leg, and he licks his lips. My breath hitches as my feet become weak. His eyes travel up my body leaving fire behind, while screaming at me 'I want all of you'. The blood drains from my face, it's just an illusion. 

"Thank you," I reply after I calm myself. Just then Stewart coughs, it racks against his chest like a dog trying to get loose. He coughs again and again until he awakens from his sleep holding his chest. I quickly drop the shirt to the floor, grabbing my dress at mid-thigh and stoop in front of him.  I let go of my dress allowing it to fall around me, then places a hand on Stewart's scorching hot forehead. 

"Dad...dad", I shake him. His eyes try to flutter open, it doesn't.  He jerks up, then smashes into my slender body, as he coughs again. My eyes widen in fear, as my father's life flashes before my eyes. I can't lose him.

"Dad... dad... Stewart," I screech, voice high pitched.

"Mmm," Stewart hums, then tries to sit up by himself, but collapses back into my arms. He tries again and fail yet again. I watch him do it a third time, he leans against the cold wall. His eyes close as his breathing slows. I feel like to freak out, who wouldn't. 

"No not a sh** I spent ten years of my life looking for you... I even carried a change of shirt for you... see... see dad," I say holding the shirt I brought for him at his face. He tries to smile, but the pain doesn't allow him to. He coughs and falls back into my hand. Tears make its way to mess up my face, I hold them back and shout orders instead. 

"Get me some water for him... NOW," I turn to the guard, forgetting he is the one in charge and I'm the one captured. The guard responds with a nod, and "yes ma'am". 

I turn back to my father when sleepy leaves the room. I saw him just couple days ago, I cleaned his wounds. He didn't have this cough; he didn't look this bad. Then all of a sudden this happened. I rest my forehead on his head back as he leans against my chest. How could I let this happen?

I sit on the floor so I can hold father better. He looks as if he would go away any minute. I needed him here. I searched for him, he's the main reason I joined the agency. I thought that if I got in the agency, it would help me to find his whereabouts. It did, not in the right time. Now I have him I can't let him leave me again. I look over at Chris, who helped me to find him also. His eyes show worry like the first time he learned about my fighting skills. I look back at Stewart.

I hold father at his chest, slapping him lightly on the check, just like he used to when I was falling asleep over homework.

"Dad", I whisper giving him another pat on his cheek. He can't die, at least not yet. Just some more time till I figure out the way out of this place. A tear slips down my cheek. Damn these things, they just love to be seen.

"I need to figure out a way out of this sh** hole... you ain't dying in here dad," I say to myself more than him. However, Cindy uses this time to bring up that darn mission again. 

"The laptop and the flash drive, that's the only way... that's how we can defeat them. Someone gets the items and goes to HQ with them".

I turn to her, my brow furred. Why is that the only way-out of here? And, what's on the laptop? huh? Why does this have to affect him? He did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. Right? We did nothing wrong.

"Just get it," Cindy taunts. I scream my lungs out on the inside.

"What's on them?", I question in a deadly tone. I know Cindy knows what's on them. If she doesn't know, why is she risking, it all to get the devices? Why does she bring it up now especially when someone is dying? Why is that the only way out? She knows something and a big part of me doesn't trust her.  

"It's classified," Cindy responds. Classified? Same old Same.  

"Just exactly how the hell am I supposed to get it?" Cindy looks away from me. I sigh, so I thought.

"You already have the upper hand here... you is how you get it", Cindy replies, confusing everyone in the room. Stewart lets out a heart crackling cough, then gasps for air.

"Dad... don't you dare," I say my breath hitching at the last word. I hold him up by his chest, then look to the door.

"That's the same dress Amelia wore the first time when she went to the ball," Cindy voice reaches my ears. If I hear that name one more time. Everywhere I go damn Amelia. I don't even know her, is it even a her?

I heave out a breath as the door bursts open and the guard enters. He hands the water to me and help me give it to Stewart.

"Here I brought a wet cloth too"

"Thanks," I say giving him a slight smile. "Let him lose"

The guard looks at me then back at Stewart. I know what he's thinking.

"We won't do anything, he can't do anything, I won't do anything, just let me change the shirt... please," I plea. The guard looks between us, sighs, then let him free. Thank God for emotions.

I quickly wipe him off and change his shirt, then put the rag on his forehead.

"pa?", I call softly.

"I'm okay," Stewart says in a hoarse tone. I breath out a sigh of relief, then look at the guard.

"Thanks... Can you get him cough medicine? Remind me of your name sheepy," I say standing from my stoop position. He shakes his head taking the items from me. A smile crawl unto my lips. Oh, I know how he hates that name.

"Danny." he replies.

"Wait your that same guard who I had asked to scratch my neck," I act surprised.

"Oh yeah you're that same girl whose neck I wanted to snap... oh yeah," he breaths out and we burst into a fit of laughter. I slap his shoulder.

"Good one"

"Ehem", Christopher clears his throat, jealousy thick in the air.

"Oh yeah, could you let him change too,"

Danny nods his head and let Christopher loose. I turn away giving him space to change after I give him the shirt. Just as he's finish Clinton enters, bring authority and fear. Have I mentioned I hate this man? 

"I thought I would find you here", he spits out looking me up and down. I don't show my weakness, I can't. I pull a Christopher and stare as he strides towards me. The guard backs away leaving Chris and I in the center all light on us, just like how it has always been.

"It's him isn't it", he says pointing at Christopher. Christopher looks up at Clinton, his eyes wondering over his fancy suit.

"I'll get rid of you," he snarls taking a pistol from his side.

"No," I shout jumping in front of the barrel. "It wasn't him," I squeak out. I step back putting distance between beardy and I.

"Then who was it then," he smears. He points the gun at Stewart. "Him" My heart leaps from my chest. Why do everyone want to take something form me.

"No," I answer shaking my head, as I swallow harshly.

"Then who... who the hell was it," Clinton shouts out, then lowers his gun. He looks away swallow, then turns his head around and slaps me across the face. The impact is as similar as last time, I can feel the pain moving to my back. A gasp leaves my mouth as I hold my left cheek.

With eyes wide open I stare at Clinton in shock. The heat rises to the left side of my face as I step back father away from him. My chest collides against something hard but soft. I'm spun around by muscular arms, soon I'm staring into brown orbs. Just like at the warehouse our lips are so close...

"Let me see," Christopher says, eyes turning cold. His breath fan over our lips, but

"So it's you, huh?", Clinton huffs. then huffs. Of course, we are in this predicament.

"I told you to stay away from my wife... Didn't I?", he says, then move towards us.

I turn around pushing Christopher behind me, staring into Clinton eyes. I wish I could pluck them out.

"Get out of my way," Clinton says through gritted teeth. I don't move.

"Amelia get the hell out of my way" I flinch at his harsh tone, so does my heart. I close my eyes calming my breath, just for a second, then open them.

"We don't need to do this okay," I begin.

"Amalia," Clinton warns.

"Let's go to the ball and have a good time," I continue.

"Get. out. of. my. way," he shouts that way so loud my ears drum burst. I try my best to keep my hands from covering my mouth, he smells like shriek. Fear reminds me where I am, and I play the part.

"God sh**ing damn it I love you... I love you more than a mother loves her son. I freaking love you and just want to close this space between us to kiss you from dawn till night. I want to be held in your arms and hold on to your hand and just never let go. I'll die for you. I'm standing right in front of a gun now... it's all for you... I love you I freaking love you okay so p... p... please please," my voice cracks. All these feelings are for Chris, but he's not Christopher.

What a time I choose to confess. I didn't play my part well. Tears stream down my face, as a hand claps my waist. I'm draw into Clinton chest as he places a wet kiss on my forehead. Oh, I hate this man. The confession was for Christopher.

"I love you too mi amor," Clinton's voice enters my ears. I suddenly feel like puking an old man telling me he loves me. Tears flow like a river, I hold my breath to stop them. A gun shot rings through the room. I spin around looking in the direction the gun is pointed at. I move some curls from my face, my eyes catch blood first. A lot. From Christopher. Anger, hurt, love reflect in his eyes as I watch him wipe the floor with himself.

I feel like to scream, shout, kill the man that stands beside me. However, all I can do is stand and stare in a time as critical as this.

"Come on mi amor," Clinton pulls my arm. I go with him reluctantly; my body moves but not my mind.

"Come on mi amor," Clinton says once more. I actually walk instead of letting him drag me across the room. It's all done, it's already done. He opens the door then waits on me to go first. I don't shift, I want Chris. Our eyes lock gaze then he turns his head, when a next shot rings through the room and into Chris' body. I look at Clinton screaming for him to put the gun down. He does, pushing me through the door afterwards. Back into the damp, cold, dark hallway.