Chapter 13

Corryn stirred... and suddenly sat upright.

"You're awake, how are you feeling?" Dylan asked, appearing at her side immediately.

"I'm alright... how did you get here?"

"Look around, baby, you're home."

"Dylan..." She kissed him.

He held her close. "I was worried." He admitted

"So was I. But we're fine now, looks like."

"For now. We've got to get you out of the country."

"We just tried that."

"Well we've got to try something else then."

"Yeah, I guess."

"I hate to say it, but that was too easy for them."

"Well... they're good at this."

"We need to be better."

"I know."

"You're too close to your due date...." Dylan sighed and kissed her forehead.

"It's exciting though, don't you think?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"At least I'm excited."

"You know I am, but I'm worried about you."

"Worry less. Be excited more."

"I can't help it, they took you once, I'm not going to let them take you again."

"I'll be fine."

"I don't want to take any chances."

She sighed. "Alright."

Dylan kissed her. "They're going to come after you again."

"I know."

"Has....has she kicked yet?"

Corryn smiled. "Yeah... she's moving around. Come here."

Dylan placed a hand on her stomach.

"She's so sweet..."

"She's going to be beautiful."

"I hope so."

"Of course she will, she'll look just like you."

"Aw, see that was cute." She kissed him softly.

Dylan smiled. "Well, I did pick up a few things after all this time."

"Good."

"We should get married soon."

"Not while I'm bloated."

"You're not bloated."

"I feel like it."

"You're gorgeous."

"Thank you."

~*~*~*~

"So what exactly will I be doing?" Chelsea asked, following her aunt Cassidy down the hallway.

"It's only intel this time. You'll be sticking close." Cass led her to the control room.

Chelsea nodded. "Alright."

"Good first mission for you." Cassidy handed her the file.

Chelsea opened the file and flipped through. "When do I leave?"

"Tomorrow."

Chelsea nodded again. "Alright."

"So... you might want to explain your absence to your parents."

"I told them I was going to be in New York with some friends."

"Alright."

"So what happens now?"

"You read that file there, and then I'll answer any questions you have."

Chelsea nodded. "Thanks."

"No problem."

~*~*~*~

Gavin threw open the door. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?!?" He demanded.

"Gavin, I'm in the middle of something. I don't have time for your dramatics right now." Garrett replied dryly.

"Fuck you!"

"Nice way to speak to your brother."

"Nice how my brother decides not to tell me my daughter wanted to work with you!"

"It was her choice to tell you and Grace, not mine."

"She didn't tell us."

"Apparently."

"You're gonna have to do without her."

"No, Gavin, I'm not."

"You are."

"No, not if she doesn't want to leave."

"She's leaving."

"That's not up to you."

"I'm her father."

"And she's eighteen."

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!"

"Gavin, no need to get mad. She's not a minor anymore. She can do what she wants."

"No. She can't."

"Says who?"

"Me. Her father."

"And I wonder why she didn't tell you."

"Because it was wrong of her!!!"

"Maybe if you kept your children a bit more informed about our family, your daughter wouldn't be sneaking around behind your back."

"Well she's not going to be anymore."

"Now you know about her."

"She's done working for you."

"No she's not."

"Yes."

"That's up to her."

"No, it's not up to her, damnit."

"Yes it is."

"It's not."

Chelsea knocked on the door.

"Come in." Garrett called.

"I have the intel you wanted." She walked into the office. "Dad?"

Gavin turned to face the door. "You are in deeper shit than you thought EXISTED!"

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Taking you home!"

"I'm not going home."

"Yes, you are. And you won't be coming back. Say goodbye."

"Dad, you're being stupid."

"I HAVE WORKED MY ENTIRE LIFE TO KEEP YOU OUT OF THIS, CHELSEA!"

"Maybe you should've told me about it so I wouldn't have had to come here."

"Maybe you should have understood that I didn't want you involved because WHAT YOU'RE DOING IS WRONG!"

"Wrong?" She asked incredulously. "Now it's wrong to want to know why men came to our house and have tried to kill you and mom on more than one occasion, why they killed Nathan?"

"It's wrong to come here instead of asking. You never asked, Chelsea. We're leaving."

"I don't want to leave."

"Tough shit."

"I'm not ten years old, dad. You can't tell me what to do."

"I damn well can."

"Would the two of you mind getting the hell out of my office?" Garrett demanded.

"With pleasure." Gavin took his daughter firmly by the arm and led her out.

"Stop it, you're hurting me." Chelsea pulled her arm away.

"Chelsea, we need to go."

"Why do we need to go? Why do you hate it here so much?"

"We'll talk about it when we get home, alright?"

"No, we can talk about it now."

"Damnit, Chelsea, do what I tell you!"

"I'm not a little girl anymore, dad, so stop treating me like one."

"You just need to, Chelsea. I know you don't understand and I know it's because I never told you but we'll discuss this at home with your mother."

"Fine, but we'll have to do it later."

"What?"

"We'll have to talk about it later."

"Why?"

"Because I have work to do."

"Chelsea... I can't let you."

"You can't *let* me?"

"No, I can't."

"Why?"

"Because you don't understand, Chelsea."

"And you can make me understand. Later. Right now, Aunt Cassidy is waiting for me."

"Fine." He stomped off.

Chelsea sighed and walked in the other direction. "Sorry I'm late."

"It's alright. Everything go well?"

Chelsea nodded. "Just had a bit of a run-in with my dad."

"Uh oh."

She shrugged. "I'm going home later to talk about it with both parents. It should really be interesting."

"I'd say so."

Chelsea shrugged. "So what do you need me to do?"

"Come on, we'll head to the next room and I'll show you."

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