Unknown
An Hour Ago...
M.P.B: who is this?
The lady looked at her phone as she struggled to write a message back.
What am I supposed to say? "Hey Matthew, I'm actually 'undercover' doing things behind Bourne's back. Anyways, will you help me do some illegal work before we both get caught and fired from our jobs and potentially thrown into jail?"
She sighed, wondering how her plan would work. Bourne had already seen the message coming from the unknown phone number on both phones, she knew she had to work fast if she wanted those kids to come back to their homes.
She quietly tapped a message back trying to explain her plan, then quickly deleted it.
Maybe it's too early to tell him. We need to meet up somewhere else before I explain everything to him.
She typed a message, explaining to meet him at a local coffee shop where they would chat some more.
M.P.B: I don't understand, why there of all places? wouldn't people see us?
She stared at the phone, overthinking about the plan. She then shook her head and replyed back.
Unknown: to us, it'll be a secret exchange of information. to others, it'll look like a couple on a 'date'.
She cringed as she read the word date, although it was somewhat true. She smiled as the reply that came in a minute after pleased her.
M.P.B: alright... send me the location.
Perfect...
M.P.B: are you sure you want to meet up there? I can come to you, wouldn't that be easier?
No, you can't that'll blow everything.
Unknown: just meet me at the cafe in an hour.
It did cross her mind a couple of times how he would react when he found out who she really was.
Unknown: I'll be wearing all black ;)
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Vanessa Vaughen
Present Time
Vanessa put the folders down on her desk. It was a blur by now. The only face she really recognized was Jorge Morano.
Why is he here?
Vanessa pulled out his file, she read the date in the corner. It was this morning that the document got printed.
He escaped prison. How? And why?
She logged into her desktop and researched the recent articles that came out only an hour ago.
Bourne's knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.
"You've been working for quite some time now and have that laser-focus look on your face again, did you recognize anyone?"
Vanessa leaned back in her chair, sighing. "Uh, yeah, I think, honestly it's all a blur."
Bourne leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms. "You think you can manage? You can take a break, y'know."
Vanessa nodded. "I'll be fine... I just wish we had the other half of our team here."
Bourne didn't say anything, he just changed the subject. "Who have you got so far?"
Vanessa lifted up Jorge's profile. "This was dated this morning, how do you think that happened?"
Bourne's eyebrows furrowed as he walked over to get a closer look. "There's no way that guy actually escaped."
Vanessa looked up at him. "Unless he had a little help."
Bourne nodded his head. "I'm on it, you keep working."
"No, I can do it, I know it's a lot."
"I already have others on errands and some people took an off-day, I can do it."
Bourne left without another word and let Vanessa continue to work when another knock on the door sounded.
"Are you sure you can manage, Bourne. I can do it, really-" She looked up and saw the figure who was standing at the door.
Vanessa looked up and met Matthew's eyes, she noticed the bandage that was taped across the side of his forehead.
"What happened to you?"
He looked at her, seemingly angry. Something was going on and she didn't dare to start smiling.
"It's you, isn't it," he said through gritted teeth.
"What are you talking about?"
He took a step into the room. "Why are you being so secretive about it?"
She leaned back. "About what?"
"Just tell me what you found, right here. I don't understand why you would pull something like that."
I thought I already told you everything...
"You're not making any sense, will you tell me what you're talking about? Please?"
Matthew looked dead into her eyes. "The text messages. Why are you going behind Bourne's back like this?"
Why is he being so upset about this? He was on my side from the beginning.
Vanessa shook her head, she tried to understand what he was saying. Did he change his mind? Didn't he want to find them too? He seemed alright with it earlier when she contacted him.
He lowered his voice. "Just tell me what you found and stop playing. It's getting confusing, Vanessa. You didn't have to do me like that, especially right now."
Vanessa felt frustrated. "What? I-I don't understand. You're just going back on what you said?"
He shrugged, his facial expression softening. "It's not a big deal, I'm fine, just stop it with the secrecy and tell me what you found."
"This is a prank, right? I've got no idea what you're talking about."
Matthew shook his head, sighing. "Wow." He turned and left.
The hurt in his voice confused Vanessa even more, she didn't know what had just happened.
She wished Giselle were here to tell her what to do. But the thing is, this whole problem started because of Giselle.
What on earth is going on?
She sighed, trying to figure out if she should run after him and explain what was going on.
But even she didn't know what was going on.
Getting up she made it out of her office and looked at where he was going. He was already down the hall, talking to Bourne.
In the distance she saw both of them look at her with serious looks and then head into Bourne's office and shut the door.
I don't understand. What's going on. This is a joke, right? They're playing with me, right?
"Why is everyone acting strange all of a sudden," she said out loud.
"Oh, hey look, we're matching today," Bourne's assistant came down the hall with a cup of coffee in her hand. When Vanessa didn't respond, she looked more intently, "everything alright, Agent Vaughen?"
"Oh, um, yes, everything's alright."
Darla was about to turn away when she stepped forward, lowering her voice. "Is someone in there with Bourne?"
Vanessa looked at her. "Yup. Matthew. I have no idea what's going on, both of them are acting weird."
"I'm sure everything's fine... but, maybe not the best time for his usual cup of coffee?"
Vanessa scrunched her nose, smiling. "Probably not."
She nodded, returning the smile. Vanessa watched for a second as she walked down the hall.
Hm. I like monochrome outfits, too. Got to ask her where she got those shoes from...
A/N
ha.
told ya juicier stuff was coming.