Chapter 3: 3 The Kid Needs a Home
*R-18*
I was getting tired and irritated a few hours later as I had become a security blanket for the kid. The whole time he has not let go of my hand despite my best efforts. That includes the partial progress when I threatened him with taking him into the rest room with me. He let go long enough for me to use it and practically attacked me once I came out.
Turns out Caspian is the boys name and after some searching we found out his family was murdered by the drug runners and left his family to rot in their house. They couldn't even find anyone that was next of kin.
Agent John came and informed me that he would probably end up in the foster system until someone adopted him, if anyone would at all because he was already 8.
"What if I said I knew someone who was willing to adopt him?" I asked as someone quickly sprang to mind. I knew that couldn't have children of their own and they were talking of adopting anyways. It'd be the best for this kid, I know they're good people. This kids been through enough, the foster system would just make things worse.
"As long as you vouch for them temporarily keeping him, I can get the permanent adoption paperwork to you for whoever you're thinking of to fill out in a few days. As long as everything works out, a social worker may come by and check out the house and family but that should be it." Agent John said as we kind of knew how to get around all the bureaucratic red tape. We had already helped out a few people get adopted to good families over the past ten years.
"Okay, I'll give her a call and let her know as soon as Cass here has been discharged, to expect us over for company." I pulled out my cellphone that I was able to get from the other agents along with my other personal effects they held onto for me.
**Ringing**
"mmm hello?" a sleepy female voice answers.
"Moll, Love It's Auntie M. Mind if I come over and visit you in a few hours?" I ask in my bright and cheery voice.
A groan followed by some rustling can be heard.
"Auntie, I've got to take Gran to the doctors for her tests. We won't be back till later in the evening. Why? Is everything alright?" She asks starting to sound more coherent.
"Oh yes, everything's fine love. I've got some good news and wanted to share it with you all in person. Everything alright with Granny Sarah?" I ask checking in on the family.
"Oh,...." She paused, "No worries right now Auntie. They are doing the some blood tests and maybe adding a MRI or CT, can't remember which one. Auntie, you do realize its two o'clock in the mornin?"
* I look at the time and start rubbing my forehead* 'OOPS'
"Ah, I do now love. Sorry about that get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow, I mean later this evening. Night sweetie." I get off the phone and Agent John just looks at me.
"I can never get over how creepy you sound with your 'sweet auntie' voice. It's the stuff that haunts my nightmares." He shudders as I give him a dirty look.
"I'm just joking." He raises his hands in mock defense as I wave him off.
"So what are you going to do until this evening?" He looks at Caspian who hasn't slept and still needs a good washing.
Just then the doctor comes in and says that the test results came back in and he's good to go after the paperwork to have him released into our custody is signed.
"Hand me the paperwork please, Doc. I'm ready to head home." I say hand out ready to sign.
....Later At La Casa del Sin....(Author breaking the fourth wall- YES, THE HOUSE OF SIN)
"Okay Cass, I got a few rules here. One, don't touch anything on the shelves or displays. Two, Don't go anywhere other than the bathroom, living room, and kitchen. Three, do not touch any of my things unless I specifically hand it to you. Got it?" I tell him in my best authoritative voice.
"Okay, ma'am." he nods at me. "I'm safe here though right?" he asks me and my heart breaks at the tears that form in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill out.
Gently I bring him close to me and say, "Yes, you're safe here." I bring him in for a hug and he holds on tightly. After a minute though the smell is starting to get to me and I whisper, "Cass, let's get a bath started for you. It'll help you feel a little better."
While he's in the bathroom I'm going through my clothes looking for a shirt at least that won't completely engulf him and isn't overly feminine. I tossed his clothes since they were rags practically and the hospital only gave us the kids gown tied strategically. There was no way I could tie it again like that. I don't know what to do about underwear or shorts for him.
I go wash my hands and face and switch out of my bloody shirt and jacket and try and figure out what else would work for the kid.
While I'm racking my brain on how to clothe this boy, my phone starts to go off, it's Agent John. "Hey John." I answer quickly looking at my wardrobe trying to figure out something other then just a shirt for the boy.
"Thought you might appreciate some clothes for the boy. I just popped into the 24 hr center and grabbed a few things he'll need. Is the gate unlocked?"
My worries have been for naught! The mother hen came through!
"John sometimes you really are a doll, you know that? I'll put in the code just buzz when you're out there."
'this man is actually useful for more than just work and play' I smirk.
I head downstairs and listen through the door to hear Cass still cleaning himself. Thank goodness I didn't have to help him.
I head to the kitchen for the next issue to address.
I'm in the kitchen putting together a quick hot meal for us to eat as well. I'm tossing it all in the pan when my gate buzzes through the intercom. I go to my security panel and punch in the code to let John in.
The pan is sizzling as I put in the spices with the meat and veggies. I grabbed my rice cooker out and got it started when John came walking through the kitchen door.
"Something smells good!" He comes in with the bag of stuff for Cass setting it on the empty counter before coming up behind me and wrapping an arm around my waist.
We smile at each other and give each other a quick kiss before he spins me around and starts to kiss me passionately, pulling me close making me moan against his lips. I love it when he does this.
"I don't know why you worry, Agent John. It's not like I have never, not come back." I smile running my fingers through his hair.
He takes a deep breath with his head in the nape of my neck and mutters, "I can't help it. It's never easy knowing regardless, that you will be coming back, but that you still feel the pain."
I rub his back and sigh. "Yeah, that is the part that sucks the most on the missions. You need to remember though Agent, you're starting to get too emotionally invested. This is supposed to just be fun. " I take a look at him slightly annoyed looking as I see the those words go through his mind. He takes a step back and shrugs.
"You want a drink then, Sin?" He asks heading for the liquor cabinet.
"You know what I like, hun'." I wink and turn around to start stirring the meat and veggies.
Once John hands me my drink, we hear Cass call out from the bathroom. "Um, I don't have any clothes!" John and I exchange a look and he grabs the bag and takes it to the bathroom.
I shake my head at John knowing the end of our fun was coming soon. He had been warned to not get emotionally attached because in the end it will not work. Hopefully he can keep himself together until he gets his promotion in a few weeks.
It will be easier to let him go and recover not working with me all the time.
It's not that I don't feel anything for the man but he knew getting into this that I'm not a life partner for anybody. It just won't work and it's not fair to either of us.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the bathroom door close and grabbed out the plates from the cupboard and started putting the now done food onto them. I put the silverware out on the table with the plates and napkins.
"Cass, is milk okay to drink or would you like water?" I ask grabbing a cup for him as John and him came walking out of the bathroom.
John had bought him some gym shorts and a t-shirt that seemed to fit perfectly. It was nice to see the big brown eyed boy with dark hair and naturally olive tanned skin nice and clean. The improvement was mildly shocking.
"Milk, please." He said timidly and sat at the table where John pointed to.
We sat and ate asking Cass things about what he's interested in. Afterwards I put him in my guest room down the hall from the bathroom he used earlier. I tucked him in and asked if he wanted the T.V. on.
"No thank you. Miss Sin, Thank you for saving me." He rolled over after that and closed his eyes.
I smiled sadly at the boys predicament but hopefully soon he would have a good home with a family that will love him and help heal the wounds that no one could see.
I left the room and I poured me another glass of whiskey and went upstairs to my room. I heard the bath running and smiled. I stripped out of my clothes and threw them into hamper and walked into the bathroom glass in hand.
John was still getting my large 4 person sized tub filled with Epsom salts and lavender bubble bath, just how I liked it.
"I'm hopping in the shower first." I said setting my glass down as he nodded his head. I hopped in and let the hot water wash and rinse the dirt and bloody grime I couldn't get off earlier in the sink.
Walking out of the shower my long, jet black hair dripped over my full, athletic curves as I stepped into the now ready bath.
John was already relaxing with his eyes closed on the padded rest. I glided the short distance to his side and he opened his eyes with a grin.
"Get over here." he whispered and pulled me in between his legs with my back laid up on him. He took the time to wash my hair again and then my body slowly getting every inch he could reach.
This was my favorite thing that he does, he knows how to pamper and please a woman.
I can feel his hot breath on the nape of my neck as he gently washes between my thighs. When he starts to slowly kiss my neck on the line from my ear to collar bone, it sends chills down my body and makes my breath catch.
The wash cloth is no longer there, just his hands gently rubbing my aroused intimate area as he bites and nibbles on my neck now. They are like his promises between the kisses.
I moan and begin to gyrate my hips against him and he just pulls me closer to him, sliding a finger into my hot wet fold. I break free of his grasp and turn my wanting, emerald, green eyes at him as I turn to straddle him.
"God you're so beautiful." He whispers staring deep into my eyes as I mount him. He kisses my chest and groans as I begin to move.
"Hush, now." I whisper as I kiss him deeply and our session of passion begins.
...
He sleeps peacefully after our round in the tub and then again once we were in the bed. I fell asleep long enough to enter into a nightmare about the war and woke up with the sweats. I get up not wanting to disturb him.
I'd be lying to myself if I said it was not going to hurt me when I would have to cut him free. He's a damn good man and knows me and my moods very well now. I stand at the railing of my 180* balcony overlooking the San Diego sunrise as I continue to tip back some more glasses of whiskey.
I hate this damn 'gift' sometimes that the fairy gave me all those years ago. I thought when you met a damn fairy it was 'happily ever after', not this quagmire.
It was great at first not growing old or sick, but then when everyone else you've known and hold dear starts to die off, it becomes a constant depressive issue. I don't really die, but damn do I feel every bit of the pain and in more ways then one. Before the war was over, I had discovered what my gift was and that was my own personal hell to experience.
I still have nightmares of the bomb going off. when I went to the nearby village to help the locals, the bomb exploded taking out my legs and burning most of my body. They return in my dreams, the feelings of pain in my legs that were no longer there, the smell of my burning flesh and fat that cauterized most of the open vessels, I want to vomit just thinking about it. It would have been more merciful if I had died.
One of the medics heard my raspy cry as they looked for any survivors. Normally, in my state they would have looked for someone else to save after giving me a shot of morphine to ease me out of the world. Yet, when he saw me and knew who I was, he got me on the stretcher and took me to the field hospital.
Sarah and the Lieutenant, Lt. Daniel Ducade (Doo-Caude), who was the cousin of the soldier I couldn't save, gave me morphine after Sarah looked over me and gave me the look.
I was not going to survive the night.
In truth I didn't survive long after she gave me that look.
Sarah told me later she stayed with me whispering silly things and I love yous, even though I was in shock. She remembers too as my eyes went dull and I slowly stopped breathing. She said when I had passed, she screamed and punched the ground a few times before wiping her face and getting back to work. This was part of the horrors of war and there were others who needed her help. Better to keep busy and and hope there was a mistake that it wasn't me under those blankets.
She said about an hour later when she was working on someone near my body, she noticed I was breathing and my legs had come back since they were poking out from under the blanket they had put on them due to the sight.
She screamed for Lieutenant Ducade and pointed at me as before their very own eyes my skin was healing as well. Lt. Ducade grabbed a blanket and covered me up the rest of the way and asked if she had marked me as dead yet.
She had marked me as dead and also informed our C.O. (commanding officer) of my demise. It was shortly after that I woke up with my C.O., Sarah and the Lt. looking at me like they'd seen a ghost. My memories came rushing back and I tossed the blanket off not caring about my clothes being burned off and almost went into shock at my perfectly fine legs and skin.
Sarah was the one to speak, "So ya ken, I believe you really did meet tha' thar fairy you'un told me 'bout an' I reckon she gave you mor'en you hoped for."
I looked at her with my jaw dropped. That was an understatement.
Soon after I became an operative for the United States military and they had me doing hundreds of missions to help end the war. When I came back to the states, they kept me as an agent as part of the OSS, until a few years later they evolved into the CIA, and have payed me a considerable salary that keeps growing over time. Ah inflation....
Sarah and Lt. Ducade came back to the States as well after the war and got married and had a beautiful family together. Auntie Mary was always close by though.
I also eventually fell in love and after being serious about our relationship, we got married.
I raise my glass to the sky and pour it to a man I'll never forget. The reason I push every man away after emotions start running too deep. I look down at my now empty glass and sigh. I go in and make me another with my bedrooms wet bar. I take another swig and I feel arms wrap around me again.
"Come to bed, lay with me before I have to go." He whispers.
I lean back. "Okay." and turn to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
He picks me up and carries me to the bed and passionately kisses me and chases the painful memories away letting me get lost in the moment.
The sun is up higher when we open our eyes again to turn off our alarms. It's 7 and he still has to head back to his place to feed his cat, Sinatra. He kisses me sweetly and gets me a coffee before heading to his place.
I get dressed and drink my coffee and begin my voice report. The nice thing about my job and my rank, I can skip the paperwork and just record me going over the events and actions that happened during a mission. I only have to go in to go over the mission briefings and when I'm bored. I go in mostly to mess with John because I know it riles him up that he can't say or do anything like when we're at my place. We have to keep everything between us hush, so its easier to make everyone think I just like picking on him cause he makes it too easy.
Honestly I like picking on him because it means he'll punish and spank me later those nights.
**devilish grin appears on my face**
The day goes by with Cass waking up after lunch. I make us something to eat and afterwards he helps me do the dishes and clean up our mess.
"Are you and that Agent married?" he asks me while I get ready to take the trash out.
I pause, "No.... we're not."
"Oh okay." he seemed to be in a more cheerful mood after that as I kept looking at him.
"Hey kid, can you do me a favor and not tell any one he was over here? We'd get in trouble because of work if we did." I'm praying in my head right now he can keep secrets.
"That who was over?" He looks at me puzzled.
"You know what kid, we're gonna get along just fine with that attitude." I smile at him as I take the trash out.
I get a call from my "boss" telling me he has some paperwork for me to pick up and take with me tonight.
"Oh is that right mother hen? I know what I should be picking up to take with me tonight." I say seductively. He clears his throat and I can hear his blush through the phone. "What's the matter Agent John? Am I coming on too strong for you?" I couldn't help myself.
"We can... um... discuss this later. See you soon." he hangs the call up and I snicker.
He is such a private person when it comes to affection but I can't help but tease the man. I know I'm being cruel in a way like this dragging the affection on. I just hate ending things by picking fights to get them to leave it's a waste of both peoples time, energy, and emotions.
I go to get Cass and find him looking at some of my photographs of my time in the war and friends and family. He doesn't touch anything but keeps staring at me in all the different pictures, I don't change but the people all around me do. The difference in the quality of photographs over time also get his attention when he notices me.
He jumps a little and says, "I'm not touching anything."
"I know kid. See something interesting over there?" I walk over by him.
"Miss Sin, Are you an Angel?" he asks me seriously.
'Seriously kid? ME and Angel? HA!'
"No, I'm not." I reply
"Then how?" the wheels moving in the boys head are working over time to process this as he points to the pictures.
"I have a friend who's really good at photo editing." I respond nonchalantly.
He gives me a dirty look. "I may be young Miss Sin, but I'm not stupid. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but you don't need to lie to me either. I saw the bullet come out of your head. You were dead and now you're not." He gives this offended look and I can't help but feel I've underestimated this kid.
"Look sorry Caspian, you're right, I lied. However, today is not the day you get to hear the story and you can't really tell anyone about it either. I'm a kind of Secret Agent and I also like my privacy." I don't hold back in admitting my wrong doings but I thinks it too much for an 8 year old to hear about too.
He accepts that answer with a nod and asks, "So is this my new home now?"
"Oh yeah, that's right we need to go." I say directing him towards the door.
'The kid needs a home and mine is not child friendly.'
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Mara_Heller Yea! You've made it to the third chapter! There's more to come. Thank you!