Hidden Memories

"Of course, see you tomorrow." She told him as she kicked the stand and turned on the bike, she loved the sound, it reminded her of a satisfied cat to her, the way it purred.

She eased back and felt the uneasiness even more. She looked at the incoming traffic and eased out right behind silver Honda Civic.

It clicked in her head as soon as her bike got on the main street; she was going to be followed. The light turned red making her stop, she tried not to panic.

She needed to focus, a memory surfaced. She remembered Blake telling her if she were ever followed it would be a silver or black car with dark tinted windows. She looked in her review mirrors and noticed four black cars behind her no silver at all, except for the one right next to her.

She sat up and turned her head to look at it. Silver Honda Civic with dark tinted windows. She tried not to panic as it fit the description.

It was just a coincidence, she told herself. Horns blared behind her; she slowly eased forward and waited till the civic rode ahead. She rode behind it, watching to see what it was going to do; she didn’t expect it to turn right. That wasn’t the car which meant there was another one and it was behind her.

She looked in the review mirrors and only saw a black BMW. She made a sudden right turn and watched as it made a sudden right turn. Oh God!

Take notes she told herself, Blake would ask her what the car looked like but how was she going to do that? She couldn’t, not now; the car was speeding up behind her. Car following didn’t work that way? They usually wanted to be unseen but that wasn’t the case right now.

It was hard keeping an eye and driving but she was glad she managed because she was watching the side passenger window roll down and….dear lord there was a gun pointed at her.

Bailey made another short turn and took them by surprise. She needed to lose them; they were trying to kill her. She made to more sharp turns, the last one she thought she wasn’t going to make it but she did and she saw a parking structure up ahead. She could hide and wait in there.

She looked behind her and around making sure there wasn’t anybody around her and then she eased into the parking structure and rode all the way to the top.

She parked next to a red sports car and got off the bike. She took off her helmet and dropped it as she walked to the railing. She braced herself on the railing as she panted and began to cry. Why was somebody trying to kill her?

She needed to calm herself before she called Blake.

Blake sat in the make shift control room looking over files, making sure he wasn’t missing any detail, any detail missed and it could cost one of the lives of his men. He hasn’t lost one yet and he wasn’t going to lose one now. In four days time they were going to move in on a drug lord and he needed everything, details, maps, the outlines of where he was and his men were all looking at those as well at this very moment.

"Sir, you have an incoming call." Whitman told him.

Blake looked up and saw the soldier looking at him, his face serious. Blake didn’t know what cause it. "Who is it?"

"Bailey, sir."

Blake cursed, Bailey never called him. Even when he was away she never called him, something was wrong.

"I want everyone quiet now!" he shouted. He watched as everybody dropped everything and looked at him with serious faces. He understood he rarely shouted at them and when he did it was serious business.

"Whitman put her through the intercom now!" he commanded.

"Right away sir," Whitman said in a grave tone.

He stood up and braced himself on the edge of the rounded table and waited for her to come through. He looked around and saw look of his men’s faces as they waited to. They knew it was Bailey and they were just as concerned about her as he was, they loved her like family and they were just as protective of her as he was.

The room was no longer silent as they all heard panting and soft cries. Bailey sounded like a wreck.

"Bailey, talk to me." Blake calmly told her.

"I was just followed," she breathed out. "Blake they had a gun on me."

Curses filled the room as they all looked up at him. ""Bailey where are you?"

"That new parking structure down the street from the diner," she took another deep breath.

"What did the car look like?" he questioned.

"I didn’t get a good look; all I know is that it was a black BMW." She told him.

Her voice was still shaky; he could tell she was beyond scared. Such a new Bailey compared to the last one he once knew. The old bailey would have shot back and probably would have killed them. This one didn’t know what to do, he hated her defenseless.

"Ok, that’s good enough." He would get the rest of the details from Stiles.

"Where the fuck was Stiles," Richmond shouted.

"Now’s not the time for that," Blake commanded.

"B-Blake," she cried. "They just pulled into the parking structure."

More curses filled the room; everybody was now on the edge of their chairs as they stared at the intercom.

"Whitman hack into the cameras now," he shouted.

"Bailey listen to me this is very important, your very life might depend on this." He said in a dead tone.

"Ok, I’m listening but Blake please hurry." She said in a shaky voice.

"Do you have your ear piece?" he asked her.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Where’s my footage?" he yelled.

Blake pushed his chair back and heard it hit the wall as he walked over the row of computers. He watched as Whitman’s hands flowed over the computer, and in no time he had footage of Bailey.

"Bailey how many floors?" he asked her then. "Whitman I want footage on the car at all times."

"Yes, sir." Whitman’s hands glided over the keyboard and then he brought up the footage of the car.

"Give me everything you can on the car." He told him. "Bailey," he yelled. "I need you to focus, how many levels?"

"Twelve, but only one, two, three, five and ten have cars. The others are pretty much empty" she breathed out.

"You have the ear piece on?"


"Are their stairs?" he suddenly asked her.

"Yes, but what about my bike Blake?" she asked him, her voice saddened.

"Don’t worry about your fucking bike; I’ll buy you a new one. Get you ass down those stairs, now."


Blake watched as she started running towards the door that marked exit. She opened it and then he watched her disappear. He needed to time this just right or she was gone.

"Whitman I want the stairs and the lower ones I need to know if they have one coming up."

Blake had video on Bailey and watched as she descended the stairs and almost tripped.

"Bailey watch your feet, I won’t lose you to a flight of stairs."

"Whitman what level is the car on?"

"Five, sir. There moving slowly, their looking for her."

Blake felt his men behind him now, huddled around the computers as they watched Bailey, her heavy breathing and foots step filling the room.

Bailey was on level six now and the man coming up the stairs was on three. They were getting too close.

"Status on the car," he demanded as he watched Bailey.

"Going on level ten, their moving fast now, sir," Whitman said.

"Whose watching level five?" he asked as Bailey got closer to that level, he needed her off the stairs and quick before the guy saw her, she was unarmed.

"Young security guard," Richmond said.

"Bailey, stop on level five." He watched as she stopped dead in front of the door that marked Level Five.

"Take off your leather jacket and put on your stilettos." He told her.

He watched as she slipped off her back pack and then her leather jacket, she opened her back packet and pulled out her stilettos and switched them with boots and then stuffed her leather jacket in the back pack.

"Bailey there’s a young security guard, your going to have to seduce him." He slowly told her.

"Whitman, the car." He demanded as he watched Bailey fluff out her hair and adjust her corset.

"Coming down on level eight," Richmond said.

"Whitman, get out of the fucking chair and let Richmond handle this."

The young soldier didn’t have time to argue; he was gripped by the collar and pulled out of the chair.

"The guy coming up on level five, she needs to move now, sir," Richmond demanded.

"Bailey you need to knock him out, grab his gun and grab keys, find a car with tinted windows. Now you have less then five minutes."

He watched as Bailey quickly opened the Level Five door, the footage immediately changing, keeping an eye on her. He watched as Bailey dropped her back pack and quickly walked around the small office that was there.

She walked in and immediately the security guard stood up and walked over to her, his eyes roaming over her body, they lingered a bit by her breasts.

Blake watched as Bailey talked to him and watched as the security guards eyes lit up a bit. In no time Bailey had him up against the glass window, his hands going to her body. He moved his hands down her waist and cupped her butt. Bailey kissed him on the neck and slapped his hand away as he tried untying her corset from the back.

If this situation was different his men would have laughed, he would have laughed but it wasn’t a time for that. What happened next was all to fast; Bailey kneed him right between his legs and slammed her head against his, making his bounce back from the glass, Bailey stepped back and they both watched as he slumped to the ground.

She grabbed his gun from his belt and then ran to grab keys. When she thought she had enough she ran out of the office and start pushing buttons.

"Car on level six sir," Richmond said in a grave tone.

They were getting to close. Bailey had seconds left.

"Guy is on his way back down sir, looks like he’s going to meet the car on five."

Curses filled the room, he was damn pissed that Bailey took out the ear piece.

He watched as she took off her stilettos and picked up her backpack and ran. She stopped at a dark blue mustang and opened the door and threw her back pack in as she started to close the door.

"Rounding the corner sir," Richmond said with a sigh of relief.

"She’s not out yet," he reminded them all.

She got in the car though just in time, after she closed the door; the car rounded the corner and stopped as the Level five door opened. They all watched as the large guy got in and then the car was on the move again. She wouldn’t have stood a chance if she went head to head with that guy.

"Keep eyes on that BMW," he said as he took a seat. Where was he going to send her? All his men were with him, all but two, one being Stiles and the other Morell. He would have to watch her till he got back. That might be too long, he wasn’t going to be back in the states for another week, and he didn’t think Bailey would survive that longs with out help, she was vulnerable in so many ways.

"Their out of the structure, there was another car waiting for it sir, a silver Honda Civic."

"Send the details to Stiles." He demanded.

"No," Richmond told him. "If he did what you order Bailey wouldn’t have almost died tonight, you can’t trust him with her life," he pointed out as he stood.

"Sit your ass down," he ordered.

Richmond hesitated but sat down. "Stiles will track the car; I’m sending her to Morell."

"What?" Richmond exclaimed. "You can’t!"

"It’s my fucking decision, who else would protect her?" he questioned.

Richmond was pushing this, questioning his orders. Everybody else stood there trying to mask there shock.

"He’s right, he knows he’s the only one who would give their life for hers, and he’d do anything and everything to keep her alive." Noah Morell stepped in beside Richmond. "I know my cousin and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her."

"That’s the problem," Richmond pointed out.

"Let it go Richmond," Blake told him, he wasn’t going to deal with this.

He knew exactly why Richmond was questioning this. He and Bailey dated briefly a couple of years ago and he wanted more, he wanted her out of the Army and she chose the Army instead. Having Bailey protected by Morell meant having a person who loved her deeply, protecting her. It was the best he could do, for now till he got back.

"You had your chance with her and she chose to stay in the army, don’t let your feelings get in the way of this. Her life is on the line, what are you going to do about it, huh? You’re here and she’s over there."

"Let Morell watch her and then I’ll take over after we get back to the states."

"That’s an order," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," Richmond muttered.

Shit, he forgot about Bailey. Fuck that meant she just heard everything if she had her ear piece back on.

"Bailey, honey are you there?" he asked as he braced himself on the rounded table.

"I’m here, where do I go?" she whispered.

"I’ll give you the address in a text message. You go straight there don’t go home for anything, you’re going to be staying there till I get back home," he calmly told her.

"Ok," she breathed out.

"Bailey don’t worry, you’ll be safe I promise whether I get back there in time or not, you’ll be safe." He could hear her breathing pick up as he told her. "You’ll be safe, now go, and drive safely."

He pushed a button on the intercom and then heard the dial tone.

He turned around and looked at his men. "Let’s hurry up with this," he told them. Each anger face nodded, he couldn’t blame them, and he knew exactly how they felt. Bailey was alone, in danger and she couldn’t remember how to defend herself. They were out of the states, they couldn’t drop everything and head back, he had orders as well and he couldn’t disobey.

Bailey pulled up to extremely nice condos, she wondered who lived here. Would this be the Morell guy or was he just going to take her somewhere else. She remembered what her brother said this man would protect her till he got back, she needed to trust him if she wanted to stay alive.

She parked the mustang and didn’t bother with putting her stilettos back on, she got out and started walking up the path that led up to a small set of stairs, she stepped on the first step and watch as the front door opened suddenly.

A gorgeous man stood in the door way, the light coming from inside the house showed off his huge body. Bailey paid more attention to his face then his body for some reason.
He had short dark brown hair, his eyes were a blue, a light blue and there was a crinkle between his brows as he stared down at her and talked on the phone.

"She’s here now, I’ll keep in touch," he said right before he closed the phone and stuck it into his pocket.

He looked at her, the crinkle between his brow disappearing as his eyes roamed over her body. He stepped out of the house and walked closer to her, Bailey walked the last steps and was just a couple of feet away from him, she felt a stirring running through her body and she had no idea what it was. She didn’t even now this man.

"Cody Morell," he softly told her as he extended his arm.

"Bailey Summers," Bailey whispered, she extended her arm and noticed how shaky it was. He still gripped her hand though and softly shook it, her hand felt small in his large ones.

"Nice to meet you Ms. Summers," he smiled.









Hidden Memories