Captured for Interrogation

[celestialdragon]

"I know, sweetie, I know. . ." Alexis soothed, rubbing his back. "But we need to. The Director won't want us to do anything until he knows something. I know him." She kissed him gently. "Hold me. . ." she said after a few moments of silence.

 

[bindingeagle]

Nikolai held her, making sure before he did that she had water to take her pill with.

 

[celestialdragon]

Alexis took her pill without much complaint, although she made a face and nearly coughed it up. "I hate pain medication," she grumbled.

 

[bindingeagle]

"They taste bad, but they work," agreed Nikolai.

 

[celestialdragon]

Alexis shrugged. "I feel like half of them are placebos," she said. She laid her head down on his lap and looked up at him.

 

[bindingeagle]

"What's on your mind?" he asked, playing in her hair.

 

[celestialdragon]

Alexis gave a soft coo as he played in her hair. "Just how scary this morning was," she said softly.

 

[bindingeagle]

"My nerves are just coming down, too," Nikolai admitted. "The fact you're safe helps a lot."

 

[celestialdragon]

"I'm sorry for kneeing you in the groin," Alexis groaned.

 

[bindingeagle]

"I'm fine now," he said. "Your legs are still lethal though."

 

[celestialdragon]

She smiled and closed her eyes. "Yeah, you bet," she said softly.

 

[bindingeagle]

Nikolai turned the TV on, but soon fell asleep due to the day's stress.

 

[celestialdragon]

Alexis soon fell asleep as well, her pain medication taking over so her body could heal.

 

[bindingeagle]

Nikolai woke up the next morning by the ringing phone. He reached for it and answered. "Wake up," he said, "The boss has something."

 

[celestialdragon]

Alexis groaned. She blindly reached for the phone. "Nicky, give it to me, I'm not moving," she grumbled. "This is another reason why pain medication is evil."

 

[bindingeagle]

Nikolai handed her the phone.

 

[celestialdragon]

Alexis took the phone. "Clark. . . Yeah?. . . Okay so stay on the base. . . You owe me new windows. . . and a new couch. . . YES!. . . Plus I think the microwave got hit. . . . No, it's really just the kitchen and living room under attack. . . Do you even EAT breakfast?. . . Toast and coffee is not breakfast. . . . We had orange juice, tea, and chocolate croissants that I made. . . .Mmmhhhmmm. . . Shut up. . . . Anyways, we'll lay low. . . . Clark out." She hung up.

"Well, apparently it's one of your former comrades," she said, looking at him. "They found him wearing KGB fatigues and carrying your picture. He apparently followed us last night, which is how he found us this morning."

 

[bindingeagle]

"Great," he growled. "I think my old handler is after me, Georgia Yeltsin."

 

[celestialdragon]

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Alexis asked, stroking his hair.

 

[bindingeagle]

"I can't think of anyone else they would assign to the case," he said, "She knows me very well. She is the one who gave me my pain tolerance and obedience training."

 

[celestialdragon]

Alexis nodded and she nuzzled him a little bit. "The Director told us to stay in the base until he can make our house a little more. . . well, a little more KGB proof. Installing bulletproof glass windows. . . Replacing some of the damaged appliances. . . motion sensors, retinal scans, the whole shebang. Only people who would be able to get in would be me and you and possibly the Director. . . Although the Director wouldn't come." She kissed him. "We're going to be just fine, baby."

 

[bindingeagle]

"I know we will, baby," he said, kissing her passionately. "When you get better, we'll go pay her a visit."

 

[celestialdragon]

Alexis returned the passionate kiss and smiled. "Speaking of me getting better, I better change these bandages," she said, pointing at her wounded thigh. She began peeling off the bandages. "I can't wear short dresses and skirts right now," she playfully lamented.

 

[bindingeagle]

"That's OK, just do what you need to to get better," he said, ordering something from the mess hall for them.

 

[celestialdragon]

Alexis finished unwrapping her wound and began to rewrap it, not looking at it until a few layers of gauze and bandage had already been put on. "Stupid 40 cal," she grumbled, wincing a little bit.