TITLE: A Voice in the Dark
AUTHOR: Lexie aka lillianschild
RATING: PG13/R (probably in later chapters)
SUMMARY: Section D has a traitor in its midst and a mysterious man arrives with what appears to be the key to rid MI5 of the mole.
A/N: this fic is my own version of Series 7. I will probably update it once a month, considering my busy work schedule, and try to pen a one-shot in between to continue my Guy & Marian Acrostic Series.
Special thanks to the lovely yelloweeee for her artwork.
A thick blanket of snow covered the pavement under the headlights of the black AUDI; their glow the only sliver of light in the pitch-black suburban street.
The chauffeur pulled up next to an abandoned warehouse, put on his fur-lined leather gloves and stepped out into the harsh winter night, looking for some makeshift shelter to give the occupants of the car a few minutes of privacy.
No word had passed between the two men sitting in the back seat since leaving the underground garage of Thames House but now that silence had to be broken.
“I know this isn't the best time for you to be away from home. I can assign another officer. You needn't worry about an unfavourable report to blemish your impeccable record.”
“I don't want any preferential treatment. Someone has to do this and you know I'm the best equipped for this mission,” replied the younger man with a slow smile.
“You're aware that if you get caught...”
“You don't have to spell it out, Harry. I'm familiar with the phrase total deniability.”
“I wish there were some other way to find the mole in our ranks and the puppeteer in the shadows. I don't feel comfortable gambling with the life of one of my officers.”
“I knew the responsibilities I took upon myself when I entered the service.This is what we do every day. I'm glad the rest of Section D can't hear you or else they'd think you're going soft,” chuckled the lanky senior officer. “You don't need to worry about me, Harry. That's something a father might do, and I've already got one...”
“I'll see that he lacks nothing if this doesn't turn out the way we expect. I give you my word.”
“Thanks.There's one more thing...”
“If I don't come back... or if... anything were to happen to me... don't tell my wife the truth about who I was. Tell her to go on with her life. She deserves to be happy and raise the family she's always wanted.”
“That family can be yours too. Just come back alive.”
“I've deluded myself thinking I could have what others do, a normal life separate from all the lies. But you know better than me there's rarely a happy ending for people like you and I.”
“That doesn't mean we'll ever outgrow the need of someone to care for us.”
A brief uncomfortable silence fell upon them.
“It's time, Harry. My plane leaves in less than two hours.”
“Yes, it's time,” the older man said finally, rolling down the window to summon the chauffeur and seal the fate of his most trusted officer.
“Shut it down and bring your coat,” said Adam Carter's voice, breaking through Annabelle Reed's concentration on the dossier displayed on her screen. “Harry's asked for you. It appears your particular expertise is required.”
“Do you know what it is about?” she asked the chief of Section D as she closed the file and gathered her things.
“No, I only have orders for us to meet him at the helipad. I expect he'll brief us on the way.”
The ride to the rooftop was done in complete silence, but Annabelle couldn't dispel the feeling that Adam knew more than he'd told her or, at the very least, there was something which had put him on edge.
The moment she pushed the door open and they stepped out on the roof the icy wind took her breath away. Adam led the way and she followed him, burrowing into her coat, never looking up in order