Snippet #2259632

“It wasn't easy, believe me. She was a real bitch.” Darcy said with a grin “But this helped.” She said pointing to her fake ID.

Richard lifted the Identification Badge to inspect it.

“Dr. Mackinley?” He questioned with a lift of an eyebrow and a smirk lining his handsome features.

“What?” Darcy asked coyly “You don't think I'm smart enough to be a Doctor?”

“Of course you are.” Richard replied pacifying, placing a kiss on the side of her forehead.

Darcy looked up at him through narrow eyes with a ruby red pout.

“Come on.” Richard's throaty laugh filled the air as he placed an arm around her waist and they headed towards the stairs. “Let's get going, Zanetta get the gun and out in front.”

Darcy place a hand over where Richard held her by the waist as Zanetta led the way down the stairs. She loved the way he took charge. She couldn't stop grinning.

Richard was alive! She wouldn't let him go ever again. Her heart began to race again as he looked down at her and flashed her that devastating smile. She couldn't wait to get him alone . . . somewhere more comfortable and . . . private.

But they'd have to get the Serum and find another way out of here first. Darcy thought back to that Jessica woman. Richard had said that they were getting ready to blow the doors off and that woman must have been after her. He could not know how right he was . . . And she would not tell him either . . . at least not yet.

She just knew Richard would be furious if he found out what she had been up to and he had a right lethal temper. But she did not regret it and would not take it back or stop. It was a real miracle that she and Richard happened to find each other again . . . Fate . . . But what about all those people and Soldiers on those Hard Drives and their families? The world needed to know the truth and she would give it to them and Director Scott on a Silver Platter.

No, she couldn't tell Richard about her little online forays . . . at least not now . . . but suddenly telling Richard about her little side project seemed so unimportant . . . She had bigger news to tell him. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and a blush spread across her cheeks. How was she going to tell him that?

It wasn't something she wanted to think about right now. It was very complicated. Instead she thought about the so called NSA Agent. That wasn't any better to think about.

NSA my ass! There was no way that woman was NSA and Darcy did not want to have to run into her again. She gave Darcy an uneasy feeling . . . which wasn't easy to do, but she had seen something in that woman's eyes . . . she could only describe it as a lack of a soul.

Darcy shivered visibly. Richards arm came around her tight.

“Hey, you okay babe?” He asked concern lacing his voice and creasing his features.

“I-I'm fine.” Darcy lied as she smiled up at him and kissed on the cheek “Just a little cold, that's all. Don't worry about it . . . You know your face is covered in red.” Her honeyed laughter lilted through the air.

"Is it blood?" Richard asked as he wiped the side of his face.

"No," Darcy laughed more watching him attempt to remove the stain "It's lipstick and it's here." Darcy pointed placing a finger to his lips.

Richard grinned and then bit her finger playfully.

"Ouch!" Darcy playfully smirked back as she pulled her finger away.