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Post by lizfromagh on Feb 22, 2017 13:58:49 GMT -5
This is where i will post some of the short stories i write on Monica Matheson. She is a F.B.I. agent. I will try to post the stories soon.
ATTENTION: the stories might have a more mature theme because they deal with murder and kidnappings. they will be totally clean though. JUST A WARNING.
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Post by lizfromagh on Feb 22, 2017 20:42:15 GMT -5
The Characters are:
Monica Matheson: F.B.I. agent and main character Michael Smith: F.B.I. agent and Monica's work partner Thomas Matheson: Police officer and Monica's husband Augustine Matheson: Monica's four-year-old son. The Boss: The boss over all the agents at the F.B.I. building
so, that's about it besides minor characters!
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Post by susanthegentle on Feb 25, 2017 9:39:19 GMT -5
Can't wait!!
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Post by lizfromagh on Feb 25, 2017 10:51:09 GMT -5
Story 1: Monica Matheson and the Vulcan
At three am, I woke up out of a very sound sleep. I heard an ice cream truck outside. I realized that the sound that I woke up to was the sound of my four-year-old son slamming the screen door as he went out of the house. I raced out of bed, down the stairs and ran out the door. “Augustine, come back!” I screamed. He turned to me and said, “But, Mom, I wanted ice cream!” He walked back to me all glum-acting. “Augustine, you know you can't have ice cream at this hour.” I told him. He nodded and I picked him up. “Come on, Augustine. Let us go inside and to bed. If you are good you can have ice cream for dessert after supper.” I said to him and he smiled. “Matheson!” I heard from behind me. I saw my coworker step out of the ice cream truck. “Hold on.” I told him. I went inside and handed Augustine to my husband who had woken up to the music of the ice cream truck. I walked back outside. “What’s up?” I asked my coworker, Agent Michael Smith.“ We got another case.” “Do I need to go now?” “No, Boss wants you there by nine.” “Ok, I’ll be there.” “See you then.” I walked back inside and Michael got back in the ice cream truck. I don't know why he is driving around in THAT. But, he is.
I woke up again at six am. I got dressed and went downstairs to start making breakfast. When I was almost done making breakfast, my husband, Thomas, came down stairs with Augustine. “Good Morning, boys! Breakfast is ready!” I greeted them. They sat down and I set their breakfast in front of them. I sat down to my own breakfast. We started to eat. “Thomas, I have to go in for work, today.” I told him.“Ok. Augustine and I will do something fun today.” He replied“Like what, Daddy?” Augustine asked. “Maybe, we will go bowling.” “Can I use that thing where I push the ball down and it rolls down the lane?” “Sure, Augustine.” He concluded with a smile.I took the breakfast dishes and put them in the sink. “I’ll do the dishes.” Thomas told me. “Thanks! Well, I’m off to work. I love you two!” I said. They said their goodbyes and I left.
I pulled into the parking lot and went inside. “You’re early, Matheson!” My boss boomed from behind me. “I know, boss. Just the way you like it. “ I replied without turning around. I walked into the Mission Brief room.”Matheson, glad you're here.” Michael said to me, “we need to locate this boy.” A picture popped up on the screen. It was a picture of a young redheaded boy. “We got this video from the kidnapper.” A video came up on the screen. “Hello, officers or agents whatever you call yourselves. My name is the Vulcan! The ransom for the boy is 2 million dollars.” A boy showed his face on the screen, saying, “I want to go home!” “You're not going home any sooner than I get my money to go to the moon!” The man replied. The video cut off. I saw, in the background, a window. “From what I could tell, they are in the South end.” I said.
We discussed the case for about an hour, than hit the streets. About six hours later, we came to an apartment building. “This looks to be the right place from the sidewalk.” I said,” you ready?” “Ready.” Michael replied. We walked into the building one hand on our guns in our holsters. We burst into an apartment. No one was in it. We did this to all the apartments on the first floor. We moved to the second floor. I kicked down the door to apartment 1B. “FBI, Hands in the air!” Michael and I said at the same time. The Vulcan put his hands in the air. Michael cuffed his hands and I took the little boy’s hand. “You're safe now.” I told him. We took the boy back to HQ. Another agent took the boy home. “Good job, Agent Matheson!” My boss congratulated me. Before i left, i asked Michael why he was driving an ice cream truck. “Well, it was for an assignment but after i completed it, i wanted to fulfill a childhood dream of driving an ice cream truck.” He answered me. “Michael, i don’t think I’ll ever understand you!” i told him. I left the building and I went home. This is just one of the missions, I, Agent Monica Matheson, am assigned to.
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Post by lizfromagh on Feb 25, 2017 10:52:33 GMT -5
Story 2: Monica Matheson and the Seven Billion People
I was washing the dishes and Thomas was drying the dishes. It had been a peaceful week. Thomas was working again and i had found a playmate for Augustine. It’s not that i didn't like playing with my son, i just needed a friend for him and me. His playmate’s mom is someone i can call up in case of a mission. We finished doing the dishes and went into the living room. Augustine was trying his best to put together a puzzle. Thomas and i sat on the floor and started to help him. Eight o’clock rolled around and i told Augustine it was time for bed. “Mom, can’t we just put in a few more pieces?” he pleaded. “Augustine, it is eight o’clock, your bedtime. Now, we can save the puzzle for tomorrow night. Ok?” I said. “Ok, Mom.” he replied. We all went upstairs and went to bed.
The next morning, i woke up and saw that Michael called, twice. No, make that thrice because he is calling again. “What’s up, Mike?” i asked. “A case.” he replied. “I’ll be there in thirty.” i responded as i hung up the call. I woke Thomas up and told him i had to go to work. “So, you have to drop Augustine at Callie’s.” i told him. He yawned ok as he went to go wake Augustine up. I got dressed and grabbed a parfait from the fridge. Putting the foil top in the trash, i said my goodbyes to Thomas and Augustine. I hopped in my car and drove to HQ.
Walking into the conference room, I saw a little six year old girl. Her clothes were covered in glitter. “This is Penny.” i heard Michael say from behind me,” she showed up on my doorstep as is.” “Bruised, wet and covered with glitter.” i said. Michael nodded. “Where are you from, Penny?” i asked “Here.” she replied. “Do you know your address?” I asked. She shook her head no.“What happened, Penny?” “I saw someone kill someone.” she replied. Michael and i looked at each other. He knelt on his knees so he was her height, “who killed someone, Penny?” he asked. She sat down on the chair that was located behind her and replied, “My babysitter.” I motioned to Michael and we walked out of there.
“Do you think she was abused?” i asked him. “I’m not sure.” he replied. “I am going to go in and ask her some more questions.” i told him. Walking in the room, I closed the door and sat next to Penny. I was probably in there for over an hour talking with her. “Ok, Penny. Thank you for the information.” i told her. I motioned for Fionia, another agent, to come in.
I left the room and went into the mission brief room. “What’s the scoop, Matheson?” my boss asked. “Well,” I started, “ her babysitter was staying with her for the day, while her Mom worked. She was playing in the living room when she heard a thump. She went upstairs to see a dead person on the floor with her babysitter standing over it. Penny turned to run and fell down the stairs. She wasn’t hurt bad, just bruised. While running to the door, she tripped on a box of craft supplies. That’s how she got glitter on herself. Penny ran outside into the pouring rain and remembered the nice neighbor man that her mom told her was a police officer.. She went to Michael’s door step and we know the rest from there.” i said. Michael kinda laughed and said how he didn’t want the whole block to know he was F.B.I. so, he told her that he was a police officer. The boss kinda rolled his eyes and asked, “Does she know the babysitter’s name?” “Only that her first name is Lucy.” i replied. “Well, Monica (i was surprised he called me by my first name) and MIchael, drive to the house and see if there is any evidence.”
Michael and I arrived at Penny’s house. “There are no cars here.” I said. We both carefully got out of the car. I walked up the front porch steps and knocked on the door. “Lucy, It’s the F.B.I.! Please open up!” I shouted. I heard no movement in the house. I kicked down the door. Taking my gun from it’s holster, i scanned all the rooms on the first floor. Michael entered and whispered that there was nothing in the back. Hoping the steps were not creaky, i walked up them. At the top of the stairs, i saw the dead body. I followed protocol and checked for a pulse while Michael cleared the rest of the house. “Dead.” i told him when he came back. Michael nodded. “Do you know him?” i asked. “No, i don’t” he replied. I walked back down the stairs, believing i would find Lucy’s contact information. I was unable to find anything.
About 20 minutes later, a car pulls in the driveway. “Michael, we got company!” I shouted upstairs. I stepped outside. A woman got out of the car. “What happened? Who are you?” she sputtered. “Agent Monica Matheson, Federal Bureau of Investigation. A murder occurred here this morning.” “A murder! Was my daughter killed?”She shrieked “No, Ma’am. Your babysitter killed an intruder.” “Lucy? I can’t believe it! Her of all people!” she said, along with many other sentences related to these. “Ma’am, there are seven billion people in this world, and you're freaking out because she killed one man.” said a very annoyed I. “But-” “Seven. Billion. People!”It was about then that Michael stepped out. “Calm down, Monica!” he told me. “Sorry,” i told both of them,”I’ve been having a rough day.” Michael told the woman to come to the F.B.I. offices.
The woman came down to the office and was able to get her daughter. The body was removed and the house returned to order. Everything turned out fine, except for we never found Lucy. Where she is or what happened, we’ll never know.
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Post by lizfromagh on Mar 3, 2017 15:30:34 GMT -5
Story #3: Monica Matheson and the Group We have been working hard on packing things because we are moving. Not far, just closer to me and Thomas’ workplaces. “Mommy, where are we moving?” Augustine asked. “Just about 45 minutes away.” I replied. I started to put Augustine’s stuffed animals in a box. “Mommy, can i leave my turtle out? And my cat? And my doggy? And my bunny? And my pig?” he asked me. “Augustine, we need to put most of them in a box, ok? So, we can take them to our new home. You may leave one out.” I replied. He nodded and grabbed his stuffed animal cat. I took the rest of the stuffed animals and put them in the box. Thomas came in the room, “do you need a marker?” he asked. “Yeah, that would be awesome, thanks!” i replied. He handed me the marker and i wrote “stuffed animals” on the box. After i had gotten most of Augustine’s things packed up, except for the few items he would need for our last night here, i went to my room to start packing things up. I knew Thomas had to leave soon, so i went downstairs to make supper. After we ate, Thomas left for work. He had to do night patrol. I started washing dishes. When I finished, I went upstairs. “Mommy, do i still get to play with Jerome even though we are moving?” Augustine asked. “Of course, Augustine. I wouldn’t make you part with your friends!” i replied,”Now it is time for bed.” I helped Augustine get ready for bed and then i went to bed.
Early the next morning, I woke up. I quickly took a shower then went downstairs to make breakfast. After i had finished making it, i put the lids on the pans to keep the food warm. Walking upstairs, i called, “Augustine, time to wake up!” I walked into his room and there he was sleeping on his bed with ALL his stuffed animals. Yes, the stuffed animals i had packed up yesterday. “Good morning, Mommy!” he cheerfully greeted. “Good morning, Augustine. I see all your stuffed animals are out.” I replied. “Oh, Mommy! They couldn’t move in their box and were complaining and they wanted to be out of the box. So, i opened it and they all climbed up on my bed!” He said. How could i not be mad at that cute little story, so i said,”I understand. Now why don’t we eat breakfast and then we will put them back in the box, ok?” “Ok, Mommy!” he replied. In the two hours that passed, Thomas came home, we ate breakfast, i cleaned the dishes and put them in a box, and the moving truck arrived. After all our furniture and boxes were loaded up, i took one last look around the house. “Are you reminiscing?” Thomas asked. “Maybe.” i replied. “I’m going to miss this house too. Come, Monica, we will make new memories in our new house” he said. (i think that is one of the longest times Thomas ever talked!) And so, we drove the 45 minutes to our new house.
The next morning, I heard a knock at our door while i was taking the dishes out of boxes and putting them away. “Thomas! Can you get the door?” i called. Thomas came out of the living room and before opening the door said,”How much do you want to bet it is a welcoming committee?” I laughed and Thomas opened the door. “Hello, you must be our new neighbor!” The women greeted Thomas. I walked over. “Oh, Neighbors! Well, welcome to the Highland Hills subdivision! We are all family here! (when they said that Thomas looked a little freaked out) Here is a welcome basket just for you!” they said. I could see Thomas was trying hard not to laugh at the cheesy-ness so i said, “Thank you very much! We are happy to be here.” “That’s wonderful! We are having a barbecue in your honor for moving here! It will be at the house directly across from yours! At two pm! See you then!” The last sentence they all said in unison. After i had said bye, Thomas shut the door. “Now i know why Michael said ‘you’re moving there?’” I said, “Let’s keep our occupations secret until we kinda know the bunch.”
Later that day, at the barbeque, we met all our neighbors. Though they would prefer it if you called them family. Thomas is freaked out by these people. They think Thomas is a plumber and i am a nurse. After the barbeque, we went back to our house and unloaded more of our stuff. Thomas left for a few minutes to pick up Augustine from Callie’s. And, just when i didn’t want it to, my cell phone rang and it had to be Michael. The Boss needed me down at work. I left a note and left for HQ. Walking in the building, the secretary told me to go into the conference room. I went in. “Ah, Matheson, i was starting to wonder when you would arrive.” My boss told me. I half-rolled my eyes at this comment. “Now there is a burglary ring in the Highland Hills sub-division and we don't know who exactly is a part of it. I need one of you agents to go undercover and figure out the people involved.” The Boss said. “I can do it.” I volunteered. “Great, Matheson!” He replied. I left the briefing room and Michael followed. “I can't believe you actually volunteered for that.” He said. “Well, i live right there, so it kinda works out.” I replied. I left the building and went back to the sub-division.
For a week, i familiarized myself with my neighbors. All that hard and weird work paid off, when i got invited to a meeting, or what they called a start to a fun night. The meeting started at eight, so made supper and had Augustine go to bed. “Please be careful, Monica.” Thomas said. “I will.” i replied. I said my goodbye to him and left. I walked over to Patty’s house and knocked on the door. The door was opened and i went inside. Patty was there along with Tim, Danny, Pauline and Bella. They told me the rules: do what you are told, do not call the cops, and tell no one. They briefed me on what houses they are going to rob and we set out. The first house and their last house was the Thompson’s house. We broke inside, well, they broke inside. They split up into singles and one by one, they were stopped in their tracks. I walked upstairs where Tim was taking things. “Stay quiet! You are under arrest!” I loudly whispered. I cuffed him to a bar which was bolted on the wall. I went downstairs into the bedroom where Patty was and did the same to her. All were handcuffed except Danny who stayed in the van. When i went outside to get Danny, Michael was walking up the drive with a hand-cuffed Danny. “I thought you might need some help.” Michael said. “No, you didn’t. You just wanted some credit.” I said and laughed. “You know me too well!” he replied. We took them to the jail, then in three days they would be tried. Michael and i went back to HQ. “Matheson, I don’t know what i would do without you.” The Boss said. “Thanks, Boss.” I replied, “Michael needs some credit too.” “Well, I don’t know what i would do if i didn’t have you to keep Michael in line.” He said. The Boss, Michael and I all laughed. I am pretty sure we were all relieved that the burglary ring was gone. For now.
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Post by lizfromagh on Mar 3, 2017 15:30:58 GMT -5
Story #4: Monica Matheson: Never Again
Everything was going fine in life, until she came back. Her name was Mia and she was a dirty F.B.I. agent. (Dirty when used this way means corrupt, a public officer who accepts bribes.) She was as bad as they come. My boss never listened when i told him what i have seen her do. He thought she was a great agent, but he, as many were, deceived. Only Michael and i would accept the truth about her. I knew she was back when i saw her name on the F.B.I. Agent Banquet. The banquet happened to be tomorrow and I was going.
The next day, I dropped Augustine off at Callie’s house. Then, i went to meet Michael at the local coffee shop. I saw him sitting in the corner and I walked over. “I ordered you an espresso on this fine day.” he sarcastically greeted me. “Thanks, I’m going to need it.” I replied. We chatted for awhile about the situation. “Well, we will just have to deal with it.” He said. I left the coffee shop and went home. I put on my nice black formal dress and shoes. I went downstairs. “You look beautiful!” Thomas said. “Thanks, Tom.” I replied. Anyone outside the F.B.I. are not allowed to come, so that meant Thomas. “I’ll see you when I get back.” I tell him. “I’ll be here.” he replies. I get in my car and drive to the banquet hall.
Walking into the hall, Michael greeted me. “Is she here?” i asked him. “Not yet. I will let you know when she is.” he replies. The hall starts to get fuller and soon the buffet is opened. I walk up to the buffet line with Michael. He nudges me and whispers,” eleven o’clock.” I look to my eleven o’clock and see her. She wore a silver evening dress and a smirk. I avoid her in the buffet line and I am successful because she does not come up to me. Later, after i finish dinner, I walk over near the chocolate fountain. Mia walks past me, slips on her white satin gloves, and dips a strawberry into the chocolate fountain. “So, Monica, is there anything you want to say to me? Anything at all?” She says while piercing my eyes with her gaze. “No, nothing.” I say as a dip a few strawberries into the fountain and set them on a plate. “Like maybe an apology on why you killed my partner!” she hisses. “I am not sorry to you for what i did. I removed a corrupt agent from our agency and that is that!” I hiss right back and walk away. I walk back to the table I am sharing with Michael. “What did she say?” he asked. “Like you don’t know?” i reply. “True. Very true.” he says. The evening goes nicely as i mingle with other agents. Later, i see her walk through a restricted door. “Michael, I’ll be right back.” I tell him. I walk to follow her. Opening the door, i step in and i black out after something hits me.
I wake up roughly 5 hours later. My hands are bound and tied to the short ceiling. “And, so she wakes.” I hear Mia say. “Why are you doing this?” I Ask. She does a little laugh. “Like you don’t know dear!?” She says. “I might know.” I reply. “Well, i will tell you. You are the agency's best agent and i am right under you on that list. I remove you and i am on top.” She says as she grabs a knife from a sheath. She puts it up to my throat. I will never see the light of day, ever again.
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Post by lizfromagh on Mar 3, 2017 15:31:36 GMT -5
Story 5 I come from an adoptive family. I am the only child my mother conceived. I tell you the story of how we found my sisters.
Chapter 1: Finding Therese
We found Therese on the streets. Her mother had abandoned her. When Her mother's world was safe, they read books together. But, then, Therese’s father became involved with a mob. Eventually, he was killed and the mob came after her mom. Her mom trained herself and her daughter to fight them. But, when the time came, her mother hid Therese and the last words her mother spoke were,”Have faith, brave heart.” Her mother was killed unmercifully and Therese was an orphan living on the streets, writing the story of her life, until we found her. And now the days go without a trace of her. I’ll tell you about that later though.
Chapter 2:Finding Ocean
Now, Ocean worked the fields for her mother. They would then sell what they sowed and also, what they sewed. Yes, Ocean tended the fields in the day and sewed when night fell. Saturday was selling day and also, they day we first saw her. We came to know her family well and she and i played many games together. We would huddle in the stables, waiting for our parents to find us. Then, A redheaded man lit their fields and house on fire. Ocean was the only survivor. So, we took her to live with us and i accepted her as a sister.
Chapter 3: Goodbye
Then one day, Ocean and Therese were taken. The people thought we were rich and they wanted to go to the moon. Therese pleaded with them,”Please, i want to go home and so does my sister!” And always the response was,” YOu are not going home any sooner than i go to the moon!” Eventually, the F.B.I. rescued them and that is when i decided to join them. But, then something drastic happened. We were shopping at the mall, Ocean, Therese and i were looking at some Kawaii dolls. The mall was all the sudden empty. It was like magic. We walked out of the mall and i pointed up and said,”look at the pretty stars!” I looked around myself. What i saw and heard was a nightmare that still haunts me. My whole family, Mom,Dad,Ocean and Therese, were all shot dead. After that terrible tragedy., i went to live with my uncle. When i turned eighteen, i said goodbye to my hometown and left.
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Post by lizfromagh on Mar 3, 2017 15:31:52 GMT -5
Story #6: Yet another obstacle. (This is a continuation of story 5)
Or, so I led you to believe. Before the knife pierced my skin, I kicked Mia with all the strength in my body. She fell, slid and hit the wall. With my feet, I was able to grab the knife and twisting my body, was able to bring the knife up to my hand. I cut one hand free and then the other. I rubbed my sore wrists and went to go check Mia’s pulse. Still alive. I grabbed the sheath to the knife, getting ready to attach it to my belt, when i realized i was still wearing my black formal dress. Boy, am i glad i wore leggings under this full-length dress! I saw stairs and i went up them. There were two guards at the door. I was able to knock one unconscious from behind. The other turned and i punched him right in the face. Looking around wildly, i noticed i wasn't on the first floor but in another basement. I started walking around looking for more stairs, but there were none. I walked over to what looked to be a closet. Upon opening it, i found a ladder. I grabbed onto the ladder and started to climb. The ceiling above did not push open. “Another dead end.” i said. I turned around to see Mia standing there. “There is no way out.” she said. “There must be.” i replied,” Where is the door?” She threw her head back and did that stupid little laugh that i always hated. “Try and find it.” She said. My eyes started darting all over the room to where a door could be. “It isn’t in here,is it? I asked. Running very quickly, i pinned her against the wall. “where is the door?” I shouted in her face. She had a look of fear and replied,”Back downstairs.” I let her go and ran down the stairs. I should have never turned my back. A bullet ripped through my right shoulder and was lodged there. I grit my teeth in pain as i moved behind an object to protect myself. I opened a little cupboard and saw a black t shirt and leather jacket. I put these on. I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Mia. I grabbed her foot through the railing and she tumbled down the stairs. She was unconscious but not dead. I grabbed her belt, holster and gun and equipped myself with these. My shoulder was on fire with pain. I checked up the stairs and saw the two men were still unconscious. Walking up there, I grabbed their guns and took out the magazines(for those who don't know what a magazine is, it is the cartridge that holds the bullets.). Now with equipped with a knife, a pistol, and as much ammo I could find, I started looking for the stairs to the real upstairs. After an hour of searching, I still couldn't find it. I woke Mia up and demanded she show me where the stairs were. She shakily pointed to the ceiling. I let her go and heard her thud as fell the ground. I grabbed the small wooden stick, that was the handle, and slowly pulled it down. There was no ladder, so grabbed a wood slab and pulled myself up, with one arm. When I finally was actually in the real house, I went to find a bathroom to clean my wound. It was still bleeding pretty hard. I had just started to clean it, when I heard the cocking of a gun from behind me. Turning around, I saw 3 guys. “Hello, Monica. I am Ian Frederic. Please hand over your weapons so, we can talk things over.” The guy in the middle said. I wasn't going to stand this, so, I stepped forward, acting like I was going to hand over my gun. I then kicked one of the guys really hard, but then Ian caught my foot and twisted it. The pain from my foot and my shoulder was very intense. I gritted my teeth hard and he let go of my foot. The one henchman that was still standing, led my to a sitting room. We sat down. “Now, don't try anything else drastic, my dear. I have men watching your house ready to take out your husband and son.” He told me. I knew he wanted a reaction, so I kept my emotions neutral. “So, I won't kill you as long as you betray the F.B.I.. Let me put it this way, if you kill your boss and partner, I won't kill you.” I shook my head. “I can't do that.”I replied. “Let me give you time to think it over.” He said as he and his henchman left the room. I sat there in burning pain, when I noticed he left his cell phone. I quietly drag my twisted ankle across the floor and grab the cell phone. I typed in Michael's number and gave him the secret message and my coordinates. Hearing footsteps, I sent the message, deleted all the traces of it and put the cell phone in the exact place Ian left it. I sat back down and see a woman doctor come in. She cleans my shoulder in silence and bandages up my ankle. “I can't remove the bullet because it is in too deep.” She tells me. I nod my head. Ian comes back in. “Have you changed your mind?” He asks. “No.” I firmly reply. “If you don’t say yes within the hour, your son will be dead.” He tells me. I do a slight gasp. I couldn’t hold it.in with my pain and worry for my son and husband. It was then I knew I had to escape. When Ian and the doctor left the room, I silently got up and rushed to the door. Though my ankle and shoulder hurt very much, I ran. But, yet another obstacle overcame me. I felt the pain and coldness of a bullet going straight to my heart. I dropped to the ground and everything went black.
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Post by lizfromagh on Mar 3, 2017 15:32:12 GMT -5
Monica Matheson: She’s gone (This is in Michael’s POV)Still at the Party after Monica’s Disappearance I don’t even know where she went. I had scanned the whole building and couldn't find her anywhere. Leaving the building, I realized that Mia wasn’t there either. Driving 20 MPH over the speed limit, i pulled into HQ’s parking lot. I went inside. Asking around if anyone saw Mia or Monica, everyone said no. I walked into the briefing room to think. “Ok, Monica’s car was still there. So, she must still be there or…… No, Mia’s bad but not that bad...But it is still possible.” I said to myself. I walked to another agent and asked them to do a body scan of Bedford Hall. He did and those two weren’t in there. Before i could call a missing agent alert, i had to do two last checks. I drove back to the hall and walked in the direction Monica was headed when she said she would be back. Once i was in that dark room, i pulled out my flashlight and looked around. I saw a few drops of blood and reached into my coat pocket to grab a vial. Using the vial, i sucked the blood up into the tube. I also saw, in the corner, Monica’s handbag. Looking inside, i saw her phone and wallet were still in there. I raced back to my car then to the F.B.I. building. I took the vial to testing and while waiting, called Thomas Matheson. “Hey, Thomas, this is Michael.” I greeted. “Hey, Michael, what’s up?” he replied. “I was wondering if Monica came home.” I asked. “No, not yet. Why is something wrong?” he said. “Nope, i was just wondering. Thanks!” i hung up. I walked out of the briefing room. I knew The Boss would be mad if i just hit the button with this little information i had. I sat and started to collect my thoughts and all the evidence i had. About seven hours later, i was still there. I was doing some random work while hoping my partner was ok. I looked down at my phone and at the same time, it buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number. I dismissed it. I walked out of the building and into my car. I sat there for a while then, slowly started to drive home. I drove past Monica’s house and saw that her car still wasn’t there. I was still driving home when, i was given the alert on my phone that shot were fired about 5 blocks from me. I stopped the car and equipped my bullet proof vest and made sure my gun was loaded. I jumped back into the car and called in that i was responding. I also told them to post agents at Monica's house. I arrived at the scene and saw an empty house. A body was lying on it’s sidewalk. I called a bus(ambulance) and got out of the car. Walking up to drive with my gun out, I crouched down to feel for a pulse. There was no pulse. I rolled the body over. It was Monica. She was gone. I felt tears fall down my face as i flashbacked to when I first enter the F.B.I. She was my trainer and then my partner. That was five years ago. Her first words to me were, “If you are captured and they threaten to kill one citizen, give your life for that person.” I was kneeling next to her body, sobbing. More agents pulled up to the scene and one started patting my back. Then, the ambulance came. They took her body and i watched it drive away. I vaguely remember what happened next. I only knew an agent took me home and me telling him that i wanted to tell Thomas. At noon, still in my grief, i drove to the Matheson residence. I pulled up to their drive and parked the car. Walking up their sidewalk, i rung the doorbell. Thomas answered the door. The only words I could sputter out were,”I’m sorry.” I broke back down to tears with him.
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Post by lizfromagh on Mar 8, 2017 10:02:31 GMT -5
Still in Michael's POV The next morning, when I went to the F.B.I. Building, I was still.deep.in grief. I walked to the boss’s office. “I don’t know if you heard or not, but Monica’s dead.” I told him. “What? No, she can’t be.” He replied. “Well she is. She was killed by the guy Mia was working for.” I said. “No, Monica wasn’t there. I knew Mia was coming after her.” He said. “You did?” I asked. “Yeah, I had another agent portray her. It's a shame they killed her.” He said. I kinda stumbled out of the office, yesterday thinking she is dead and today hearing she is alive. Walking around inside the building, I ran into Monica. “Monica! I can't believe it's you!” I exclaimed. We talked for awhile. Back to Monica's POV I talked for awhile with Michael and all the sudden his phone buzzed. “My phone was reminding me I still haven't opened a text.” He said. “What number is it from?” I asked. He replied with an unknown number. I grabbed his phone and opened the text. It had Sil’s message and coordinates. “Suit up.” I told Michael. We rushed to the armory. Equipping ourselves with bulletproof vests and guns, i told him where we were headed. “You think they are still there?” He asked. “They could. Or they might've come back there.” I replied. I got in a truck, Michael following, and I drove to the house. When we pulled in the driveway, we got out carefully and took our handguns from our holsters. Michael walked beside me up the driveway to the front door. I tried the door handle, it was unlocked. Upon walking in, we saw the place was a mess. Papers everywhere. Furniture pushed over. I started checking the kitchen and saw someone was in there. “Put your hands where I can see ‘em!” i said. The hands flew up in the air and he turned around. I put my gun in the holster and handcuffed the guy. I took him outside where i put him in the truck. After he was locked up in the truck, i went back inside. I found some stairs and went down them, handgun in hand. There I found Mia and another lady wearing a doctor’s coat. “Hands in the air!” I said. They looked up at me surprised and put their hands in the air. I walked down and cuffed them both. “Mia, how many more of your friends are in the building?” i asked. “Just us and my boss.” she replied. I took those two out the the truck and locked them in. Going back inside the house, i found Michael. “Got ‘em” i told him. “Great!” he replied and we went to HQ and put them in a cell there. I told the Boss i was headed home and left. Pulling in the drive, i got out of the car and walked up to my front door. I unlocked the door and went in. “I’m home!” i shouted. “Monica? Monica is that you?” i heard in Thomas’s voice. “Yes!” i replied. He came running, with very suprised but happy smile on his face.
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