Part Five, Explanations
For Disclaimers See Part One
En route to 852 Prospect
4:00 PM Friday
An uncomfortable silence filled the jeep as Jim drove toward the loft. Each person was lost in their own thoughts. Blair turned in the front seat to look at Megan. Megan was looking out the window watching the buildings go by. Blair turned back around and began to wonder how deeply Megan had read his mind. Did she already know about why he was working with Jim? Did Megan read every stray thought that went through his head? It was bad enough at times not to have any privacy with Jim around, Blair knew and trusted Jim enough not to actively eavesdrop. Now to find out that every thought could be monitored as well. Lace said that he should learn how to shield his thoughts. He had found some references in his search for information about Sentinels about some tribes that had watchers that at first appeared to be Sentinels but then after further digging it had turned out not to be. Blair had thought it was some sort of messenger relay, but if Megan was a telepath then those stories could be true as well. Within his mind Blair began to build a mental brick wall hoping that if Megan were listening in she would know what he was doing and take the hint not to look inside his mind.
Megan sat and watched the buildings go by not really paying any attention to either man in the Jeep. Megan focused inside her mind seeking advice from Lace.
*Lace I can't begin to tell you how strange it felt.* Megan said after telling Lace about her conversation with the Panther.
--Meg, coming from you that is quite an achievement-- Lace told her charge.
*Yeah, tell me about it. I think both Jim and Blair will doubt my sincerity about this. You just _had_ to tell Blair about his empathy, didn't you, Lace?*
--I had hoped that it would help matters.--
*Well, it didn't work Lace. Blair, is doing his best to block his mind from me. I was going to tell him about his empathy _after_ I told them my telepathic rules. You remember those, Lace? You taught them to me.* Megan told her friend and teacher hotly. Megan couldn't understand Lace at times. One minute she is telling Megan to keep her telepathy under tight control and not let any one suspect anything, and then the next telling her to open up and trust people.
--Megan, yes I remember the rules. You said yourself that they would know everything about you. I know trust is a hard thing for you to give. In this case, you must. You must trust them, if you want them to trust you.-- Lace encouraged her.
*Lace how can I convince them when Blair is doing his best to project a brick wall? I may as well tell Skinner to move me to Alaska after this case. Then at least I can help Mulder when he shows up in that area. I wonder if revealing that I know about the Panther would help?*
--Megan, it told you to keep your conversation a secret from Jim and Blair.--
*Yes, but it said I could mention that I saw it. Just not to mention it's true nature. I'm not even sure that they will believe me. I think I may have screwed up big this time, Lace. No matter what I tell them they could believe that anything I tell them would either be from being watched or that I read their minds.*
--Megan tell the truth. Tell then why you kept the knowledge from them. Your own fears. Only by giving them your absolute trust can you hope to gain their trust in return. Once more, my child you have chosen the difficult road to travel.--
*Lace, it's so hard to do. What if....*
--Megan do not start with the 'what ifs'. If you begin to do that then you _will_ handle this all wrong. You must keep your paranoid nature under control. Listen with that side of your nature that still trusts as a child. Look and watch with the eyes of a child.--
Megan scoffed, *Lace, I was never a child.*
--You were once. Would it be easier to ask you to trust with your heart?--
Megan focused her attention back to her surroundings. The question of how to proceed weighed heavily on her mind. Filling herself with dread. Never before had she had to reveal her abilities in such a manner. Straight out talking. Megan knew that words would fail her. As she decided on her course of action a sense of calm began to spread through her, but she was still concerned about how her news would be received.
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Jim pulled into the parking space near the loft. Jim and Blair walked towards the loft with Megan following them. Jim was certain that he would be able to tell if Megan was lying. She may be telepathic but her body could betray her just like anyone else. Despite the outward appearance of calm she still seemed worried to Jim. As Jim unlocked the door and motioned Megan to go in, she shook her head.
"No, you guys go on in." Megan said looking at the door warily.
Jim focused his hearing and smell towards the loft and sensed nothing, "why Davison?" he asked stopping Blair before he could enter the loft.
Megan sighed, "I just want someone else in there before I go in." She look up at him and closed her eyes for a second. "It does look rather suspicious doesn't it? I'm sorry." Megan put her hands in her windbreaker and slowly entered the loft.
Jim noticed that as she entered her heartrate increased and she was taking deep breaths. She walked to the table and sat at the end facing the kitchen and the door with the balcony to the right side of her body. Jim walked and stood at the wooden column that was to the left of Megan. Blair just sat down across from Megan at the table, his back to the door.
"Oh boy. Don't we look like a questioning session." Megan quipped. "Where did you want me to start?"
"Well, Megan why don't you tell us about Lace?" asked Blair his face questioning.
Megan smiled, "Tell you about Lace. She's been a friend, a teacher and the only thing that can keep my temper and sanity in check at times for ten years." Megan held up her necklace, "her spirit is contained within this crystal. As to the how of that I don't know. She doesn't always talk to me, but she is there when I need her. Sometimes we've gone a couple of months without talking."
"Why do you call her Lace?" Blair asked.
Megan smiled, "that is a silly little story really. I was thirteen when my mother gave me Lace. At that time my telepathic abilities were beginning to get very strong. I was starting to respond to what people were thinking instead of what they were saying. That made what few friends that I did have steer clear of me. When mom gave me the necklace and I heard Lace speaking to me telepathically. I knew that she had to have a name. At the time I was looking at a lace pillowcase and it just clicked. I asked how she liked Lace and that as they say was that. My first lesson was to learn to speak to Lace telepathically. The second was my telepathic rules."
"Telepathic Rules?" asked Blair, "What are those?"
"I think Lace knew that in time certain people would have to know that I was telepathic, and that they would be a bit worried that I would be in their heads all the time. So Lace taught me the rules that were the core of my training. Even if I didn't have the structure of the rules I would still have the same sense of honor that is the spirit of the rules." Megan said.
Jim noticed that her body indicated that she was telling the truth. "Alright then," Jim said, "just what are these rules."
Megan stood up and walked over to the couch and looked at Jim and Blair. "There are just three. 1) Use my abilities to protect or defend. Never to harm, also never increase the force of a fight. 2) Never initiate a telepathic link without permission and or the full understanding of the person(s) involved; _unless_ the receiver is in _extreme_ risk of death or permanent mental alteration. 3) Caution and discretion must prevail when using my paranormal abilities around others who do not know of them, and be cautious of whom I tell."
"Wait, you've broken one of your own rules then." Jim argued, "that second one. You broke it when you 'busted' into my head."
Megan walked over to Jim, and looked up at him. She spoke with a low dangerous tone, "Did I really? I don't think you understand the full implications of what happened back there. I messed up. I'll admit that, I should have focused tighter so what happened didn't, but when it did your mind was in as much danger as if you were shot in the chest. Ellison, you would have become that type of killer if I hadn't intervened."
Both Blair and Jim were momentarily speechless at that revelation. Then Blair regained his voice. "Megan someone cannot act against their true nature in such a short period of time. Jim couldn't have been in that much danger."
Megan arched an eyebrow. "Oh really? Would both of you like to conduct a little experiment?"
"What sort of experiment?" asked Jim warily unsure of what Davison wanted to do.
"A little sparring session, only with a little twist. Blair you will fight Jim but I'll be controlling your actions telepathically. I'm sure you both know the others moves, so the moves I throw in should be enough of a surprise for you."
"Um Megan. I don't fight. I've punched a couple of people, but I use my wits more than my fists." Blair said as he stood up and walked over to stand next to Jim.
"Wait, Blair, you ride with Jim. For all intents and proposes you are his partner. I knew you didn't carry a gun, but I thought you had a bit more in your arsenal than only your brains." Megan said in disbelief.
"Well that's about it, Megan. I don't want you inside my head. I also refuse to fight Jim. " Blair said crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"That goes for me too, Davison. You stay out of our minds." Jim said threateningly. "If you try _anything_ I'll make sure you'll regret it."
"I'm sure your _bosses_ would just love that. You needn't worry about me finding out your little deal with the devil. I figured that out after I read your file, Ellison. I just wasn't sure about Sandburg though. What did they offer you, Blair? To find or give you one of those Sentinels that your thesis was on?" Megan said hotly, one of her hands moving to the small of her back.
"Davison, you are being paranoid. Neither one of us have made any sort of deal with anyone." Ellison exclaimed tired of Megan's paranoia.
"Megan, its true." Blair said pleadingly somehow knowing that he had to get her to believe that he and Jim weren't threats.
Megan looked at Blair and said mockingly. "Oh, come on, Blair. I'm not that naïve. I've seen Ellison's file. He was being groomed for the Black Ops from the time he entered Covert Ops. They planned on tapping him after the Peru mission." Megan turned to Jim. "So what happened, Ellison? What sort of deal was made? You lie low as a civilian go about your life as normal until they needed you again. I bet they notified you less than an hour after I made my choice to come to Cascade. I'll give you fair warning now. Try and take me, and that day will be your last."
"I have no idea what you're talking about Davison. Your informant must have been wrong because no one ever 'tapped' me after the Peru mission. I was so pissed off at everything I refused to stay in. I never knew that I was being groomed for any Black Ops either." Jim said moving to stand in front of Megan towering over her.
"Well my informant was myself. I accessed your records, given the amount of security protocols that I went through the accuracy of the documents isn't in question. I was told once. 'Everything receives the amount of security it deserves.' Once I got here all sort of puzzle pieces began to fall into place." Megan pulled out the file from her gray bag and handed it to Ellison, "Here have a look."
Jim looked over the file, the accuracy of the dates and places was authentic, but the side notes were incorrect. "Davison, the dates are correct but I had no knowledge of any other activities." Jim countered.
Megan looked at Jim wondering whether to believe him. A shred of her conversation with Blair in the elevator came back to her. Her expression paled a bit as self doubt began to take its hold. "Wait a second. Blair, you said that you guys didn't have access to my file, right? When did you guys find out that I was coming here?"
Jim had an idea of where Megan's line of thought was going, "We found out the day before you arrived. That was also when we found out that your files had been restricted for a week. I take it you're thinking.."
"Bloody hell, he did it." Megan muttered and began to pace, "I thought that moving swiftly would slow him down. Figures, he probably had everything in place before I chose the assignment." Megan continued her rant pacing around the loft.
"Megan, you wouldn't happen to have any telekinetic abilities would you?" Blair asked nervously.
Megan slowed down her rant long enough to look questioningly at Blair, "Um yeah, why do you ask?"
"Oh no reason other than everything in the loft is beginning to shake a bit. I don't think it's because of an earthquake." Blair half-joked.
Meg looked down sheepishly, "Sorry, I have a few problems controlling my TK abilities when I'm emotional." Megan took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as she breathed out the furniture began to stop moving.
"You want to tell us what just happened? And why you hadn't mentioned your telekinetic abilities." Jim asked.
Megan sighed, "I thought that you would have enough problems believing in my telepathic abilities that adding my TK ones into the mix wouldn't be a good idea. As for what just happened. Well I, to put it bluntly got pissed off. There are things happening out there. While I was in DC, I started to get involved in trying to stop it. That was part of the reason I was moved out of DC. The other was what I can do. Do you know how many people would love to get their hands on a telekinetic? It's possible for me to kill someone with just a thought. All I need to do is just be near them. Governments would love to examine my DNA to figure out if it could be recreated in others."
"OK Davison. Say we believe this story. Why haven't these people tried to grab you before this? Why wait until now?" Jim asked.
Megan smiled ruefully, "Who's to say they haven't tried. My father took precautions before his death to ensure that I would have some sort of protection. I must pose a greater danger now, than the revelation of what ever secrets he hid away. Not a good sign."
Blair watched as Megan returned to her seat at the table. "Megan, you live like this everyday?"
"Yeah, everyday for as long as I can remember. My motto is trust no one, well no one except a select few. I'm always ready for trouble. I really have no social life. I mean why get involved with someone that can be used against you, betray you, or be killed because of you?" Megan said sadly.
"That sounds like a very lonely existence." Jim said remembering for a moment his life before a certain anthropologist moved in and how very familiar it sounded.
"It is. I have a very hard time taking people at face value. I'm always trying to figure out how it enhances their own agenda. I really think that after this case is wrapped up I should really just move, OK." Megan said, "do we have most everything worked out enough so we can work together?"
"Yeah, I think so, Davison." Jim said. "Just one thing though what was behind your back. It didn't look like a holster."
Megan looked down at the table, "I told you I'm always ready for trouble. I'm good with throwing knives. So I had a few ceramic ones made and keep two of them in special sheathes at the waistband of my trousers."
"Ceramic knives? Wouldn't those shatter at an inopportune time?" Jim asked skeptically.
Megan slowly removed a knife from the small of her back and placed it in front of Ellison. "You would think that but these were made with a special process that makes them as strong as steel."
While Jim examined the knife closely impressed with the craftsmanship Jim's sense of touch let him feel the blade to such an extent that Jim was certain that if he had to throw the knife himself he would be satisfied with how it would perform. To Megan he said, "It's well balanced, and very well crafted." Jim offered the knife back to Megan who just motioned that Blair have a look at it.
While Blair was examining the knife, Jim's cell phone rang. "Ellison. Yeah Mark she's here. You do? OK. We'll be there soon." As Jim ended the call, he turned to Megan and Blair. "Come on we've got to go. Mark has the results from those air vent samples you gave him, Davison."
"Did he give you any details?" Megan asked looking at Ellison.
"Nope, just wanted to see us at the morgue to go over them." Ellison answered.
"Ok then that must mean he has something that could be useful. Let's go" Megan said.
Cascade PD
Major Crimes
6:00pm
Jim, Blair and Megan sat at Jim's desk reading over all of the reports that they had picked up from Forensics and the Morgue. After reading through all of the reports separately they began to compare notes on the findings.
"So what do we have?" Megan asked with a sigh, she began to twirl her pen between her fingers absently.
"Not much Davison. That gas seems to be the only link and we can't figure out how it got there." Jim said, "according to Serena it is a combination of different knock-out gasses, primarily a chloroform base. So we need to take another look at everyone that would have access to the victims homes and the air vents."
"From what I've read of these women's profiles. They each were very aggressive in their respective fields. Maybe we should try find links between the people they have fired and who works now for cleaning services and people that run maintenance on each of the victims residences." Megan theorized beginning to pace in front of the desks. "We may also want to check the incident reports for any incidents of unusual happenings around the time these women's vacations started up. The killers could be knocking out more people than the victim to ensure that no one can see anything."
"Megan," Blair asked softly, "are you picking anything up mentally?" Thinking that maybe her abilities would be able to tell if they were on the right path at least.
Megan smiled at Blair's naiveté about her abilities and the fact that he had even thought that they could provide a lead. "Sorry Blair it really doesn't work like that. As I said before I can see the past, the how it happened and also sometimes the why it happened but not if we are on the right path I guess the scientific label that closest describes this facet of my abilities is psychometric in nature. I normally try it avoid depending on it since it's hell trying to convince a court of paranormal evidence. What I do a lot of the time is let my abilities help me to find the evidence and leave it at that."
'Sounds a lot like what Blair and I do.' Jim thought also wondering if Davison heard that thought. To Davison he said, "how _do_ we know that our thoughts are private, Davison?"
Megan walked over to stand in front of Ellison's desk, speaking softly enough that only Ellison and Blair could hear it, "Well, Ellison think about it this way. I am always hearing a background noise of people's thoughts. If I want any tranquility in my own mind I have to block out everything around me. It's kind of like trying to have a tea party in the middle of a heavy metal concert. You'd need a soundproof room to make it happen. I will admit that if someone 'thinks' about me hard enough I'll hear it. Sorta like someone banging on your door to make you turn down your music. I may not hear it at first but I will hear it eventually. So believe me your thoughts are private unless you ask me to look."
"OK, so where does that leave us?" Blair asked deciding to believe Megan. To him it sounded like she had a lot of the same troubles that he and Jim had when Jim would find or overhear something that he shouldn't normally. One thing that kept sticking in his mind was the accusation that he and Jim were working for whoever wanted Megan under their control and that the payoff was a Sentinel to study. That meant that Jim's secret was safe for now. Blair reminded himself to ask Jim what he thought about telling Megan that she was safe from them because Jim was a Sentinel.
"Well, Chief that leaves us with starting the computer searches and checking the vents at Davison's building. Captain Banks told us that for now due to lack of evidence we can run with it until Wednesday." Jim told the bundle of energy at his side. Wondering what was going on under that mop of curls. "So lets get to it. Chief, do you need to pick up your car from the U or can you leave it?"
"I can leave it there Jim. Let's just get this done. Um Megan? I remember when you were talking to your friend the other day that someone was coming out here tomorrow?" Blair asked as the trio headed to the parking garage.
"Yeah, AD Skinner himself. He's not been pleased with the some of the things that have happened since I was assigned out here. Agent Johnson has been pressuring him to either place me under his jurisdiction or place a local agent in my place and stick me on wire tap duty. I guess he's going to lay down the law to Agent Johnson personally. I'd love to have this case settled before that so I can just reassign myself somewhere else." Megan said before parting company with the two men and getting into her Jeep.
"Davison," Jim said before she left to her Jeep.
"Yeah, Ellison?"
"I'll get dinner tonight. You do like Chinese right?"
"Yeah I do."
"OK see you at your place then."
Jim walked over to his truck and left for Megan's apartment. "So, Chief what do you think about that stuff she told us at the loft?"
Blair looked over at Jim, "Well it would make a lot of sense with some stuff. I know I'm not doubting it. I've come across enough legends of people with those type of abilities that I can't not believe it. She appears to have many of the same problems that you do with sound only on a mental level. The thing that caught my attention was the fact that she didn't know you were a Sentinel. If she is telling us the truth about not lying then she never made the connection."
"Yeah, and she really didn't like what she saw of my files." Jim said mostly to himself.
"Jim how much of that stuff in that file do you believe?" Blair asked since he didn't get a look at it.
"That's just it, Chief. It's entirely possible that file is true. Everything I did was accurate. But those performance notes. They had me listed as wanting to be on the 'fast track' for Officer rank from basic training. According to that file I was to be approached had that Peru mission went well for some ultra top secret missions." Jim said with an invisible shudder. Jim had heard rumors about the guys that worked those type of missions. The old Jim Ellison would have fit right in. He also began to think about what some of those missions could be from what Megan had said they had made attempts on kidnapping her and she did believe that they had killed her parents. Taking children from their parents against their will. Arranging 'accidents' for the parents so the children could be taken that way. The thought of what could be happening to innocent children began to tug at the Blessed Protector instinct. Blair may have labeled it in innocence but it was there nonetheless. He began to feel the first stirrings of trust forming for the young FBI Agent. "Blair, can we trust her?"
Blair looked at Jim, blue eyes met blue, "Yeah, she's told us a lot of stuff that we didn't need to know. She wants to trust us. I think her own nature of being alone to protect anyone that may get too close is the reason she acts the way she does. Just like someone else I know." Blair smiled at Jim remembering what the detective was like at the start of their partnership. "I bet there is a paper in the need for you special types to isolate yourselves from everything."
"Careful Darwin, I don't know if I want you searching out other 'special types' you attract enough troubles as it is." Jim cautioned. "Well if she asks or if it appears that she's made the connection about my senses. We tell her, otherwise we don't."
"OK, man. It's your choice." Blair said as they pulled into the parking space next to Megan's Jeep.
Megan's Apartment
??:00pm
Dinner and most of the evening passed peacefully. After checking the air vents in Megan's apartment and the main entry vents for the building and finding nothing they then got the name of the company that serviced the vents for the building. Megan also found out the similar information for the other victims residences. She then began another search on her computer. Jim and Blair decided to hang around for the results of that search since Megan had said it would be faster than the search they started at the station. They all sat down on the L shaped sofa in Megan's living room and waited.
"So Megan," Blair asked, "why did you decide to become a FBI agent? You're smart enough to have been anything you want to be."
"Well, I guess first I was trained to be one since I was a child. Back during the teen rebellion stage I decided I didn't want to be one." Megan said looking down at the coffee table in front of her.
"What changed your mind?" Jim asked
"My parents being killed and how the investigation went. I guess that was my first real taste of those Black Ops guys. I knew that if I didn't try to stop them then they may as well come and take me." Megan said, "they had enough power to railroad the investigation the only reason the local cops suspected foul play was they were on the scene quickly and were able to get all of the facts. The local cops were a nice bunch of guys. They really liked my parents." Megan said sadly.
"Sad story, Davison." Jim said.
"Yeah it is. I've gotten over it. Want to watch a movie? I've got ID4. I still haven't gotten around to really watching it. Everytime I've tried Mulder or one of the other guys would show up and rip it to shreds." Megan grinned at the memory.
"OK" Jim and Blair said, both of them had seen the movie a few time but had enjoyed it enough that they could watch it again.
"OK I'll make the popcorn." Megan said going to the kitchen.
Less than fifteen minutes into the movie Blair had fallen asleep. Megan stood up to cover Blair and noticed that she was feeling a bit woozy. She quickly scanned her surroundings and felt the killers/kidnappers approaching. Looking over to Jim she noticed that he too was still awake. Quickly taking off her necklace and placing it around Blair's neck she looked over to Jim.
"Ellison, how are you feeling?"
"Disconnected, they're on the way aren't they?"
"Yup, I'll try to call the station be ready. They don't know we are still awake. They feel to confident. The rest of the building is out too." Megan went to the phone as fast as she could, "Damn, the lines been cut." Megan began regretting her decision to leave her practice equipment packed. "Jim, help me move Blair into my room. If they can't see him, then he'll be safe." Megan grabbed Blair's feet as Jim grabbed his shoulders.
"I take it that the gas is the reason he's out."
"Yeah, I knew I didn't react normally to chloroform but I wasn't sure about the other gasses. You?" Megan said explaining the reason for herself being awake but wondering about Jim.
"Um, high tolerance due to the military. Were do we put him?" Jim asked as the reached inside Megan's bedroom. He was beginning to feel the effects of the gas mixture and wasn't sure how much longer he'd be awake or if he'd be able to help Megan fight off the suspects.
"Traditional childhood hiding place, Jim, the closet. I can hide him with the spare bedding I have there. Unless the bad guys see him there he'll be ok." They both placed Blair in the large closet and settled him as quickly as they could. When they were finished hiding Blair, Megan and Jim walked over to the door of her room. Megan looked at Jim, "I think I know the answer but I need to ask. If they don't see you you'll be able to follow us when they take me. If they see you they could kill you here. Which are you going to do?"
"I'll watch your back Davison. Whatever the consequences." Jim found himself saying. No matter that was what he'd do for anyone. Just why did it sound so much like a vow? Must be the gases getting to him. Jim tried to hear where the suspects were but his hearing kept cutting in and out. Jim left it at normal rather than risking a zone out when Davison would need him. Jim took his gun out of his holster before Davison stopped him.
"Ellison, no." Megan said, "Smell the air. There is the same chemical smell that they use so you know that you have a natural gas leak."
'Oh hell' Jim replaced the gun, "So hand to hand right?" Megan nodded, "Well then let's move to the living room this hallway is a bad place for a fight."
"OK" Megan and Jim moved to the living room and stood facing the door.
"Shouldn't we be playing possum?" Jim asked.
"No, we'd be lying down they'd have the advantage. We'll surprise them enough just being here." Megan said, "They're unlocking the door, get ready." She whispered.
Time seemed to still for each of them as the suspects opened the door and were surprised at the fact that their target was not only awake but had a friend with her, and both were ready to fight even if they were beginning to be effected by the gas. The suspects weren't wearing anything to cover their faces. The first one through the door was about 6'6" muscle bound, short black hair, and eyes. Jim went after him first with a right handed punch to his face. The gas slowed his movements and the black haired man was able to avoid the punch and land his own to Jim's abdomen managing to knock the air out of his lungs. The other three men rushed in and the tallest of them tried to inject Jim with something. Before the needle could pierce the skin Megan sprang into action. A high sidekick aimed at the chest of syringe-boy knocked the man and syringe away. Megan then followed through with a double handed swing to the head of the shortest of the men that were holding Ellison. Which gave Jim the chance to deliver a powerful elbow to the gut of the other guy who was holding him loosing his hold, Jim was able to punch the man knocking him down. Megan was working her way to stand back to back with Jim. Each of them holding their own until Syringe-boy yelled for his other three cohorts to stand back, he'd take both of them out before the antidote to the gas wore off. The tall man aimed a gun at Megan and Jim and fired off two quick rounds which each hit their targets. Jim felt the prick of a dart on his neck and pulled it out before collapsing on the floor with Megan landing on top of him. The smallest of the four men addressed the tallest. "So John, do we leave the guy here and kill him or take him with us."
"We take him. He's a cop and he saw our faces. I'm not about to trust him to die here they may have been able to get a call out since we didn't cut the lines until after we released the gas."
The men grabbed Megan and Jim and carried them over to a dark van and drove off into the night. No one the wiser about the events in the apartment, or that Blair was still there with Lace.
End Part Five.
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Well this is it two parts to go. I'm not going to update any more until it's done. Depending on RL a week or two. I hope. *grin* I've been outlining these last two parts for a year *snerk*.