I am really sad that you had died you are my number 1 favorite agent and i never wanted you to die i was crying since you died and i was crying all day long and still is why would they do that to you you are a great smart pretty intelligent agent and always will be what happen to you was very sad you didnt deserve to die on that show i love you i wish you never died you was my favorite agent and still will be my number one those other agents girls foget them i wish i can come see you the following is stupid now because you had died you will always be my number o e fan go agent parker the best...
It was after five in the afternoon, when Deb and Claire got back home, with four bags filled with baby stuff.
Mike hurried to the hallway, and practically jerked the two bags, Deb was carrying, out of her hands. “You know you’re not supposed to carry heavy things”
“For God’s sake, Mike, I’m pregnant, not handicapped” Deb sighed irritated. “And they’re not heavy. You want heavy? Go check the trunk”
Mike frowned and walked past Deb and Claire, outside, to the car, and looked through the rear window. “You bought a cradle?” he asked a little surprised.
“I knew it” Emma muttered, after Alex had told her about Simon’s visit to Max. “And you’re sure about this Max girl?”
“Positive” Alex nodded, full of himself. “I’ve been following her around” He raised his hands defensively. “I know you didn’t ask me to, but…I found a few interesting details. She’s definitely a cop, and what’s even more important, she’s a Hardy, and Weston hired her to keep an eye on agent Parker”
Emma frowned. “How do you know all of that?” she asked curious.
“I may have planted a bug on Simon, when he was asleep”...
7 months later…
It was a long drive from Nottingham to Woodbridge, but since Emma hadn’t replaced Simon’s phone, and he hadn’t seen an opportunity to steal someone else’s, this was the only option left. Max wanted inside information, and she was going to get it.
He figured his best chances at finding her were at agent Weston’s house, where Deb also lived. He half and half hoped Deb would be home. It would be nice to talk, like they used to.
He parked his car in front of the house, got out and rang the bell.
Deb woke up by the scent of fresh coffee and she smiled, eyes closed. But, then she remembered Mike’s suspension ended today, and he was gone to the office. She stepped out of bed, and opened the drawer of her pedestal cupboard, where she pulled out a gun.
She quickly put on one of Mike’s shirts, and tiptoed out of her room, and downstairs. At the door she waited, and listened carefully. When she recognized Max and Mrs. Weston’s voices, she sighed relieved, but couldn’t help feeling like an idiot.
“Okay, that’s it” Mike said decisively, and he pulled Deb up. “You go take a shower, then I’ll take care of dinner”
Reluctantly, Deb left the kitchen, and startled a little when she saw Ryan and Claire. She didn’t care much for Max’s opinion. She hurried to the hallway, and ran upstairs.
“Totally insane” Mrs. Weston noted.
“Shut up” Ryan snapped.
Mrs. Weston raised her eyebrows. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to strike a nerve”
“I’ll see if she’s okay” Max suggested, but as she stood, Claire put a hand on her arm.
It was already early evening, when Mike finally arrived back home, and from the many voices Deb could tell he had brought company.
“Hi, mom, dad, how is everything going in here?” Mike greeted them. Much to Mrs. Weston’s happiness Max followed soon after him.
“We just arrived here at the same time” Max explained, in case Mrs. Weston was jumping into conclusions.
“Of course” Mrs. Weston replied with a wink. “Oh, and I suppose this is agent Hardy. Mike has told us so much about you. I think he has a little man crush on you”
As soon as Simon was out of prison, he dialed Emma’s phone number. Not that he had much of a choice; Max was standing right beside him, watching his every move.
“Shouldn’t we have done this at a police station?” Simon wondered, after he hung up. “So, they could track Emma’s phone?”
“No, because then they would’ve gotten in contact with Donovan, and we don’t want that” Max explained, in a teacher manner.
“And why don’t we want that?” Simon asked carefully, but then he figured it out himself. “You didn’t tell him, did you? You’re going behind...
Deb walked down the stairs, while toweling her hair. When she entered the living room, she found Mrs. Weston still sitting on the couch.
“Oh, you’re still here” Deb noted sheepish.
“Is that a problem?” Mrs. Weston asked haughty.
“No” Deb replied quietly. “Where’s Mike?”
“He left” There was something malicious about the way Mrs. Weston said it, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly upward.
Deb unwrapped the towel off her hair and started to dry her hair, mainly to have her hands occupied.