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Sweet Zydrate
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***3 years earlier***
Nicole was dreading tonight.
It was the night her former squadron got together for a couple of beers and talked about old times. The squad made it a point to meet every couple of years...although they had only met last year, this year was special because one of their own was killed overseas earlier that month and they wanted to have a drink in his honor.
The only reason she was regretting it was because of Jackson--he'd be there too...
It was a good thing she wasn't showing at 8 weeks pregnant, but still, she wore a black leather jacket over her black t-shirt. She had just left work, so she still had her service pistol and badge on her belt as she walked into the bar. Immediately she saw some of the guys there gathered around a few tables that were placed together. A few hugs were exchanged and some handshakes. It must have seemed weird to see all these guys with Nicole because she seemed to get a few dirty looks from the waitresses that were serving them.
"We ordered you a beer!" One of them exclaimed and pushed a beer toward Nicole.
"Damn, I wish I could fellas, but I'm still on the clock..." she lied. Hopefully they bought it? She hadn't told anyone she was pregnant and so far, no one noticed in the dimly lit, smoky air of the bar.
"Come on Mason, one won't kill ya!"
Nicole laughed and shook her head, "Yeah, but someone has to stay sober to drive all your drunk asses home, right?" They laughed and suddenly, there were talking about old times...Nicole seemed to relax a little and started to enjoy herself...she hadn't thought about Jackson, even though he was supposed to show but so far, he hadn't... And if he showed, great...and if didn't, then he didn't, then she’d deal with it.
***Present day***
She hated being on the run.
Right now, Nicole found herself in Dallas, Texas...running for her life.
It wasn't like it was something new... she always seemed to be in trouble.
But this time, she found herself from the Russian Mob. Long story short? She had been working a case and well, the Russians were involved and she thought she could bring them down but yeah...that didn't quite work out as she had planned it.
At least...at least Ryan was safe...that was all she needed to know...
Two months prior, she had gotten a message out to Jackson about the mess she was in. It was a message he would need to work at figuring out but she knew he would have done so by now. And if he did, she was on her own.
Her message was simple. Get Ryan to safety and erase his past...not that a two year old would have much of one, but she couldn't take any changes. Hide Ryan and then forget about her. There was no way to get out of the mess he had dug herself in to. Right now, she would just continue to run for as long as she could.
They couldn't get the information she had about them and that's what they wanted the most... and they would kill anyone who would get in their way to silence her.
Nicole was dreading tonight.
It was the night her former squadron got together for a couple of beers and talked about old times. The squad made it a point to meet every couple of years...although they had only met last year, this year was special because one of their own was killed overseas earlier that month and they wanted to have a drink in his honor.
The only reason she was regretting it was because of Jackson--he'd be there too...
It was a good thing she wasn't showing at 8 weeks pregnant, but still, she wore a black leather jacket over her black t-shirt. She had just left work, so she still had her service pistol and badge on her belt as she walked into the bar. Immediately she saw some of the guys there gathered around a few tables that were placed together. A few hugs were exchanged and some handshakes. It must have seemed weird to see all these guys with Nicole because she seemed to get a few dirty looks from the waitresses that were serving them.
"We ordered you a beer!" One of them exclaimed and pushed a beer toward Nicole.
"Damn, I wish I could fellas, but I'm still on the clock..." she lied. Hopefully they bought it? She hadn't told anyone she was pregnant and so far, no one noticed in the dimly lit, smoky air of the bar.
"Come on Mason, one won't kill ya!"
Nicole laughed and shook her head, "Yeah, but someone has to stay sober to drive all your drunk asses home, right?" They laughed and suddenly, there were talking about old times...Nicole seemed to relax a little and started to enjoy herself...she hadn't thought about Jackson, even though he was supposed to show but so far, he hadn't... And if he showed, great...and if didn't, then he didn't, then she’d deal with it.
***Present day***
She hated being on the run.
Right now, Nicole found herself in Dallas, Texas...running for her life.
It wasn't like it was something new... she always seemed to be in trouble.
But this time, she found herself from the Russian Mob. Long story short? She had been working a case and well, the Russians were involved and she thought she could bring them down but yeah...that didn't quite work out as she had planned it.
At least...at least Ryan was safe...that was all she needed to know...
Two months prior, she had gotten a message out to Jackson about the mess she was in. It was a message he would need to work at figuring out but she knew he would have done so by now. And if he did, she was on her own.
Her message was simple. Get Ryan to safety and erase his past...not that a two year old would have much of one, but she couldn't take any changes. Hide Ryan and then forget about her. There was no way to get out of the mess he had dug herself in to. Right now, she would just continue to run for as long as she could.
They couldn't get the information she had about them and that's what they wanted the most... and they would kill anyone who would get in their way to silence her.