Bethany: Who's gonna get blown up?

"Well what do you say I'm paranoid or have a point?" Drake asks from the backseat, insistent about the bomb theory at HQ.

I turn in my seat and look at him. "A little bit of both. But it's worth investigating."

Drake nods, satisfied. I continue: "The only thing I'm worried about: do they know that we know they're trailing us?"

"I don't know. How can we know? They're the ones watching us, not the other way around."

"I see where you're going, Beth," Jagan said, keeping his eyes on the road. "If they think we haven't a clue, then they'll expect us to run back to HQ. But if they know we're privy, they know that we'll run the other way."

"We're more creative and suspicious, and they have to know that."

"SCIT is a high-ranking team," Drake commented.

"So what do we do?" I asked no one in particular. Jagan just kept driving, slowly to buy time, and in an inconspicuous manner that did and did not suggest either way that we were going anywhere else but HQ.

"Logically, the thing to do would be both," Jagan piped up.

"What do you mean?"

"Send half the team to HQ, and then the others go somewhere else."

"That's dangerous."

"Yeah, but it's the only way we'd be able to throw them off for the time being." He said all this hesitantly, eying Drake cautiously. I knew what he was thinking. It is perfect to have someone on the inside if you are trying to destroy an enemy. What if Drake was that spy? I had started to trust him, but I could see the wisdom behind Jagan's reasoning. I mean, Drake had come out of nowhere, and now this is happening? I just didn't know what to think.

"We should do it," Drake said. "But where do the others go?"

"I'll stay at HQ with my brother, and you guys should go to the hospital to see Dani. Anyone would expect that of a comrade."

Jagan was suddenly opposed. "No, you can't, Beth! Like you said, it's dangerous! You could get killed!"

"Jagan, it's the logical thing," I said softly.

"Logical? Who are you now, Spock?"

"You were speaking of logic too, ya know."

"Maybe, but you can't get hurt. You promised me."

"Jagan, I can do this. You don't have to worry! I won't get hurt."

"You can't guarantee me that. No, I'll stay with Steve."

"No, I can't, Jag. No one can. And, yeah, like I want you to get blown to bits!"

"See, you recognize the possibility!"

"Yes, but--"

Drake was surprisingly quiet. He had been letting us fight without interruption, when at any time he could have broke in. It did, after all, involve him too. But he yelled over us now like a parent scolding quarreling children.

"Stop! I'll take Crow back to the hospital, and you both can get blown up together, all right?! How's that?!"

We were silent, berated.

He didn't even wait for an answer: "Okay. That settles it."

We didn't oppose. I could feel myself blushing. I stared sheepishly at Jagan. He met my gaze and smiled a wee bit. I returned it with the same volume.

"Fine," he said, "We'll both get blown up. I'd rather have it that way than loosing you."

"I can't say I don't feel the same way," I replied breathlessly. "I couldn't live without you."

Drake laughed, faking puking noises. "You guys are disgusting..."



Upon reaching HQ, Jagan and I jumped out and Crow came out to meet us, Drake hurriedly explained the plan to him and they were off to visit Dani.

We went inside, trusting --hoping-- that whoever was trying to kill us would wait until they got the whole packaged deal before triggering the bomb.

"You know what I just realized?" Jagan whispered suddenly.

I answered, just as whispered a reply, feigning interest in my gun, taking it apart. "What's that?"

"They would have most probably placed bugs on us." He was leaning up against a bar, drinking a soda and shuffling some papers from a report. We'd look normal to any hidden cameras.

"You're right. We need to check ourselves. I'll just head into the bathroo--" I stood and started to go.

"No, Beth," he said taking my arm and smiling that roguish grin. He stroked my cheek with a finger. "The weapons locker. There is no chance of any cameras in there." He faked a proposition. I smiled, catching on, and cocked an eyebrow. Suddenly, we were kissing, groping each other hotly. I pushed him up against the wall, right next to the door entering the locker. Still locked in embrace, Jagan's hand searched and found the door lock. He opened it and we stumbled into the room. I slammed the door, breathing heavily.

"Man, you fake that well," I said to him.

"Who said I was faking?"He grinned.

I laughed at him, locking the door behind us.

"Okay, we need to strip down. Take off your clothes, Beth." He was already taking his shirt off.

I eyed him skeptically. "I think you just came up with this idea because you want to see me without clothes," I teased. 

He laughed, but it was dismissive. "I'll turn around if you do."

We stripped down, and threw our clothes into a heap in the corner.

"Okay," I sighed. "That should take care of it."

"All the tracking on us is now cozy over there. Just the place they assume we are." Jagan gripped one of the shelves filled with ammo, and pulled it aside. He pressed his thumb to the keypad hidden behind the metal. The wall next to me hissed and slid aside.

Not only were there guns, and supplies in this locker, but there was a secret exit behind a steel panel that lead underground. Foster had insisted we build it, and we never spoke of it to anyone, even amongst ourselves. Drake didn't know about it, so if he were a spy, no one would be the wiser.

"I love that Foster... I could kiss him. Remind me to kiss him, Beth."

I giggled. "I could be jealous over that, you know," I said, following him into the dark depths of the hidden tunnel.

The End

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