Title: Weak in the Knees
Rating: NC-17Please see previous posts for disclaimer/summary/notes. As always, thanks to celievamp for the beta!
Morgan brought the car to a stop a block from the house. She saw the first vehicle that contained an agent on watch. Morgan and Casper both got out of the car with weapons already drawn. She was the first to reach the car. One look told her the agent was down. She opened the door and checked his pulse.
He was alive, but unconscious.
“He’s out cold.”
“Where are the others?” Casper asked.
“Another car, closer to the house. Then there are two agents in the house behind the safe house.”
“Check the other car, I’ll check on the others.”
With a nod they split to their individual tasks. Morgan quickly moved through the shadows and found the second car. That agent, too, was unconscious. All her senses were on high alert, but she didn’t see or hear anything suspicious.
She knew she had to get to Dana to make sure she was alright. Morgan stealthily made her way to the house. She felt exposed on the porch at the front door, so she planned on limiting her time there. She gripped the doorknob and, using her strength, forced it to turn despite being locked. She cringed at the noise, but quickly slipped inside.
Morgan left the foyer and entered the lit living room. Scully was sitting on the couch, laptop on her lap, head laid back – asleep, unconscious, or dead. She silently moved to the couch and was relieved to note the redhead was breathing. “Dana,” she prompted softly. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on Scully’s shoulder. “Dana.”
“What?!” Scully exclaimed as she abruptly woke.
“Are you alright?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Taylor couldn’t get a hold of you. The house phone was busy and you didn’t answer your cell.”
“My battery died; it’s charging. And I was online,” she replied powering down her computer and disconnecting the phone line.”
Morgan’s head snapped up when she heard something at the back door. “Stay here, and stay away from the windows,” she ordered as she crept further into the house and to the back door. Casper was the only thing she saw there. She unlocked the door and let him in.
“Both agents in the house are unconscious, but their pulses are strong. I called Taylor and told him to send a couple of ambulances to check them out,” he reported as they headed back to the living room. “How’s Agent Scully?”
“She was asleep on the couch.”
“What the hell is going on?” Scully demanded when Morgan returned with Casper.
“I received a call,” Morgan replied as she moved to a window and carefully peeked out.
Before Scully could ask more questions, Casper spoke. “The agents in the house in the back and the two out front in the cars are all unconscious.”
Morgan turned to look at Scully and moved from the window. “I received a text message and then a call while John and I were talking after dinner. First he led me to believe he was at our location. But then he made it clear that he knew where the safe house was and that you were here alone.” She looked pointedly at Scully’s blue pajamas. “He complimented you on your... attire. We called Taylor and he said he couldn’t get a hold of you or the agents on watch–” Morgan was cut off by something she saw – a targeting laser moving along the wall towards Scully. “Look out!!” She threw herself at Scully, knocking her down as the window broke and quiet impacts of silenced rounds hit various items in the room.
Casper was the first to move. “Stay here! I’ll check it out.”
“John! He’s using a targeting laser!” Morgan warned as he headed out the back of the house in an attempt to circle around the shooter.
Scully started to get up but was forcibly held in place by Morgan. “Stay down,” she growled.
“Damn it, Jess, let me up!”
“No. Not until it’s clear.”
Sirens were soon heard and police cars with flashing lights skidded to a halt in front of the house. Unmarked FBI cars were right behind them. Morgan still wouldn’t let Scully move until AD Taylor entered through the front door. “Morgan! Casper!”
“In here,” responded Morgan.
Taylor stepped into the living room. “Where’s Scully?”
Morgan let Scully up from where she was on the floor behind the sofa.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. I’m fine.”
Morgan answered, “He went after the shooter.” She continued before he said anything more. “The agents out front are unconscious. And from the sweet odor, I’d say he used chloroform on them. Casper checked on the ones in the house. They’re also unconscious, but I don’t know how they were knocked out.”
More sirens could be heard and Taylor looked outside. “The ambulances are here now. They can check the agents out.” He pinned Scully with a look that said she had no choice. “Go pack. You’re being moved.”
Scully didn’t like it, but under the circumstances... She retreated to her bedroom and started to pack. She also changed out of her pajamas.
Casper returned and entered through the front door. “Sorry, Jessica, I didn’t find him.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think anyone could have. He obviously put planning into this. His phone call to me, chloroform for the agents out front, whatever he used on the agents in the back, silencer for his weapon, laser sight... it’s all part of his plan.”
“Well, thank God he missed,” Casper replied.
Morgan frowned. “That may have been part of the plan as well.”
“What do you mean?” Taylor asked.
“He could have taken Scully out while she was asleep on the couch – he’d already taken care of the lookouts. But he texted me and called me. He told us where he was and that Scully was vulnerable. He gave us the time to get here.”
“Then maybe he was actually after you instead of me,” Scully remarked as she returned to the living room with her packed bags.
The brunette sighed. “A possibility, but I doubt it. He’s had more than ample opportunity to kill me. Even when he hired a couple of thugs it was to beat me up, it was to just deliver a message, not to kill me. He also used the threat of killing John to control my actions at the restaurant. No, I don’t think he wants to kill me. But hurt me? By hurting someone I care about? Yeah.”
Casper gave his old partner a concerned look. “He knows your buttons and is pushing them, Jessica.”
She shot him a perturbed look that made it clear he wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know.
“Well, either way, we need to get you two out of here.” Taylor glanced at Casper. “Actually, I’d say the three of you.”
“This guy has successfully murdered at least 30 women that we know of; he’s been leading the Bureau on wild goose chases; he leaves clues that mean nothing and doesn’t leave clues that do; he took out four trained agents tonight. And now you are the second agent he’s directly threatened, Casper.” He glared at Morgan and spoke before she could object. “And you are the one he’s seen fit to... spar with. So, I want the three of you somewhere safe – even if I have to plant you in a conference room in headquarters with sleeping bags!”
Morgan closed her eyes in frustration. She knew the director, and knew that one word from Taylor and he’d back up Taylor’s orders. She ran a hand over her face and let out a sigh. “Alright. But we don’t have to stay at headquarters. I’ll make arrangements. I just need to make a couple of phone calls.” She took out her phone and left the living room to give herself some privacy.
“Hey, Mac. It’s me.”
“What’s up, Jess?”
“I need you to take care of a couple of things for me.”
“That’s why you pay me. Shoot.”
Morgan told her lawyer, Lindsey MacRusso, what she needed and then ended the call.
Taylor made a couple of calls of his own, coming up with a way to get the three agents out of the house and to whatever location Morgan made arrangements for without being recognized, in case the Reaper was still haunting the area.
Morgan rejoined the others in the living room. “I’ve made some arrangements. I expect a call back shortly letting me know everything has been taken care of.”
Taylor nodded. “It’ll be a little bit before you can leave anyway.”
“So, tell me, where will you be staying?” the AD asked.
“I don’t–” Morgan was cut off by her phone ringing. “Morgan... Alright. Thanks, Mac.” She hung up. “Sorry,” she said in apology for the interruption. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to say where we’ll be. But it is very secure. There’s no way he’ll be able to get anywhere near us without us knowing. All we really need to do is get out of here without being followed.”
At that moment two more agents arrived, both female, brunette, and wearing blonde wigs.
“I think I can help with that,” Taylor replied with a pleased smirk.
The blonde wigs were removed and given to Scully and Morgan. A third wig, a red one, was produced and one of the recent arrivals put it on.
“You may want to exchange clothes to better sell this,” Taylor said.
With a nod, Morgan indicated for her decoy to follow her back to one of the bedrooms. Scully led the other decoy to the bedroom she’d used. Once clothes were swapped, the four women returned to the living room. Wigs in place they all checked each other out. Casper traded coats with a male agent as well.
“Well, it won’t pass close inspection, but it should be enough to throw someone off the trail long enough for you to get away,” Taylor pronounced. “Okay, you know what to do,” he said addressing the decoys.
The three decoys, and a fourth agent to drive, exited the house. They were noisier than necessary and obvious in their intentions to head to FBI headquarters, the Hoover building.
Quite a bit later, after the ambulances, police cruisers, and extra agents left, Morgan, Scully, Casper, and AD Taylor silently slipped away unnoticed.
“Okay, Morgan, where to?” Taylor asked in the car.
“The airport – Dulles, cargo hangars.”
It was after 1:00 a.m. when the private chartered jet took off, with Scully, Morgan, and Casper on board. About two and a half hours later the jet landed in Key West. As soon as they exited the jet they were taken to the helipad where a helicopter waited to take them the final leg of their journey. Only 25 miles and a short ride later the helicopter landed on the private island of Pecuniary Key. A man was waiting for them when they disembarked.
Morgan stepped forward. “Yes.”
He held his hand out. “I’m Greg Titan. Lindsey MacRusso called me.”
“Thank you for making the arrangements so quickly.”
“My pleasure. Since you rode the helicopter out here I brought the boat so it’s here for you use. Likewise, a car is parked on the lot on Summerland Key. Here are the keys to the car, boat, and house.” He handed her the items. “I didn’t know what you would and wouldn’t want, but I did stock the kitchen. And here’s my number,” he said giving her a business card. “If you need anything – provisions, the helicopter, anything – call me, day or night.”
He walked to the helicopter and got in. It took off, returning to Key West.
Morgan turned and looked at her companions. “Well, let’s take a look at our new accommodations.”