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| Disclaimer: I don’t own Frank Donovan or any other character related to UC: Undercover. I would really like to own him, you know. *** This is my first fan fiction, at least this is the first I dare to “publish”, so I hope you like it and enjoy it. It’s been difficult to put my thoughts into words because my first language isn’t English but Spanish. Yes, I come from Spain, from the east coast by the Mediterranean sea; it’s really a beautiful, warm and sunny place. Anyway, I await, impatiently, your comments and suggestions. Please, be honest and don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you because I’m too far from you. Je, Je! You can email me to MAQUINVAL@eresmas.com *** CJ, thank you very much for being there for me helping with my horrifying grammar. I know that this story would not be here without you and your patience. Dedicated for you. Thanks! This story is rated PG-13 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ |
| CHAPTER ONE Washington D.C. Frank caught his breath when she moved under the covers, a soft moan flowing from her lips. She was really exhausted. Damn it! That woman had gone through hell, of course she was exhausted! He wondered himself if he could have endured the unbearable pressure she had been put through. Of course he was used to dealing with limited situations, he was used to working under pressure, he was used to being on the edge...but he was well trained to do it. It was his life. The woman that lay on the bed in front of him...she had had a life, a name, a family. She had been someone, somewhere, but now she had lost everything because she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. “It is not fair,” he muttered. “Life is not fair.” The woman stopped her restless movements and sighed softly. She needed to rest. God knew she needed to rest if she wanted to get out of this mess alive and kicking. *** She opened her eyes and an unexpected smile played at her lips. A new day had come. The sun wrapped the room with a faint light and she almost felt like a normal woman with a normal life. She almost thought that she was at home. She almost thought that the last seven months had been erased from her life and her memory. Almost. She had slept well. The whole night. There had not been any nightmare. Perhaps it was his presence that reassured her enough; perhaps the sharpness in his voice telling her that he would not leave her alone; perhaps the raw fierceness of his dark eyes... She didn’t know it. She only knew that for the first time in months she was safe. She felt safe and for now, it was enough. *** Frank realized that she was awake and cleared his throat. She did not acknowledge his presence and he smiled inwardly. Normally, he did not go unnoticed, least of all to most of the women, but she... she seemed to be completely unaware of him. It was really a new sensation. Again he cleared his throat and left the chair where he had spent the night. “Good morning,” he said. The woman sat up slowly and smiled cautiously, a nervous hand trying to fix her slightly curly hair. “Good morning,” she said back. Frank nodded. She was a foreigner. Her accent was not so thick like his but it was unmistakable, as also was her look. Long and wavy jet black hair, light tan skin, big brown eyes. Her features were strong –high cheekbones, straight nose, full lips— but her build was as delicate as any other woman’s. Perhaps she was Italian? Greek? He would know everything about her in a couple of hours. “Did you sleep well?” he asked approaching her slowly. “Yes,” she said. “No nightmares.” “Do you want something to eat?” he asked then, “Perhaps something to drink?” The woman smiled again and shook her head. “No, thank you,” she said. Frank frowned and closed the distance between them, sitting on the bed next to her. He could see that she was curious in her big and innocent eyes; clean and naive eyes where he could read easily; intelligent and sensual eyes wrapped in mystery... Agent Frank Donovan had been assigned to the case the previous day. His team was on holiday and he had made his own plans, but the beatiful woman who was looking at him right now, had blown everything up. Pete McPherson, an old friend who worked for the FBI, had called asking a favour and Frank had accepted the challenge. How could he say “no” when he owed Pete so many favours? Besides, it really was an interesting, dangerous and unexpected case. “Are you sure?” he insisted. “I can bring...” “No!” she cut him off. “We...we can call...they will bring whatever you want, agent Donovan,” she finished with a stifled voice. Her eyes left his and she jumped from the bed and ran to the window to open the curtains. The sun invaded the room and she became suddenly aware of her last words. “I... I suppose I prefer you to stay here...with me,” she explained softly, still keeping her back to him. “I understand,” Frank assured her. “Do you?” she asked looking at him curiously. Perhaps he understood but his cold expression did not allow her to read his thoughts. “I cannot believe you, agent Donovan.” Frank stood up and closed the distance between them slowly. Her file would be available for him in a short time and then he would really know all about her and the darkness that wrapped her and her whole life. But right now he could feel her fear, her hesitation, her need to feel safe and protected. “I understand that you are afraid and you do not want to be alone,” he said smiling when she jumped at his nearness. “I am used to protecting people, it is my job. And I am very good at it.” She looked at him and almost joked about his arrogance but something in his eyes cut her off. She knew that he was telling the truth. Why had he accepted to become her private bodyguard? Why were the American and Spanish authorities still arguing about her security? They needed her, however, it seemed that they could not accept it. Perhaps agent Frank Donovan was her last resort to keep herself alive. “Perhaps you will change your opinion when you get my file,” she said slowly, bitterness evident in her soft voice. “You are not going to like it. Nobody likes to be a target...” “A target to whom?” he asked frowning. He could not imagine what the hell she could have done. “To... to...,” she tried. Then sighed and close her eyes shaking her head. She started to pace around the room snapping her nails without cutting them. “I suppose that the names of ETA and Al Qaeda mean something to you,” she said stopping and looking into his dark eyes. Frank Donovan swallowed hard. “Terrorism,” he said. “Exactly, Agent Donovan. Terrorism,” she confirmed. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ New Life - Chapter 2 |