Chapter One Hundred

Despite being an inconvenience, the added police presence at the warehouse was a blessing--at least where Nate was concerned. He liked having a watchful eye over Lindy's safety, even if it wasn't his. After being thoroughly checked and questioned, he and Liam were finally allowed inside. Although no one escorted them upstairs, he had a feeling the men upstairs knew he was coming. Stopping in front of Lindy's closed door, he knocked briefly.

"Come in," her muffled voice spoke. When he opened the door and let go of Liam's hand, both their son and Lindy let out an excited squeal. Steadier on his feet these days, Liam hurried across the room and in to her arms. Smiling, she lifted him up and gave him a big hug. Feeling him pat her on the back. "I'm so happy to see you."

Half hidden on the other side of the door, Nate peeked his head and noticed there were no detectives in the office. "Is this a bad time?"

"No, actually it's a very good time. Come in."

Pushing his way through the door entirely, he finally let her see the paper bag and the vase full of vibrant magenta lilies he'd been holding behind his back. "We thought you could use some cheering up."

"I sure could," Lindy said. She bounced Liam in her arms, making the boy giggle. "I really hope that's dinner you brought, because I'm starving."

Nate waved the bag under her nose, letting her catch a whiff of the teriyaki chicken. "Fresh from Michi's, just how you like it."

"Mmmm. Let's get some plates from the kitchen. Plus we can show off Liam to everyone still here." She watched as he put the vase and the bag on her desk and they headed out the door. "So how's your night been so far?"

"Probably not half as 'entertaining' as yours. We," he said, including Liam, "went over to Grandma's for a little while to visit. He'd heard her splashing in the pool and couldn't wait to join her. He does a great doggie paddle." Nate grinned. "Then it was time for us to go because it was her bed time, so we went home and baked cookies. I let him have the beaters and he had a blast...unfortunately, the kitchen floor ended up looking like a bomb blasted. The boy is the messiest eater I've ever seen."

She laughed, shaking her head slightly. "Maybe we need to cover the floor with a tarp whenever we feed him." She lead Nate towards the small room slightly away from the cubicles that housed the refrigerator, some cabinets, and the sink. "I spoke with Anton. His flight will arrive later tonight and he'll come here instead of going home for the day. He wants to get a handle on the situation. And he's really worried, I think."

Nate frowned. "And right after a death in the family. Are Bryn and Max coming here, too?"

"No." She shook her head, grabbing two plates from the cupboard. "Her brother will be coming home from the hospital soon and she's going to stay to help. She'll keep Max with her."

"Fabulous. Anton should be fun to be around. He'll be stressed and undersexed. I'd steer clear of him if I were you. In fact, you may want to arm yourself."

Lindy opened a drawer and pulled out two sets of chopsticks. "I'll just be certain to stay around the cops. He'll behave himself then." Grabbing some napkins and a few sodas from the fridge, she turned around and started back to her office. "I really would like to get my... hands on whoever decided that we'd make a good mule to smuggle drugs." She had almost slipped up and said 'fangs,' but caught herself in time.

"Well, you may just have been the lucky bum, so to speak. A random choice. I mean, who would think to check antiques for that sort of thing?" He gave a nervous glance to the men who stared at him after that statement. Ducking back into Lindy's office, he set the plates down on her desk. He felt a bit of relief behind closed doors. "I can't believe you're able to stand these. All of these people staring, going through desks and inventory..."

"It's only going to get worse. So far they've mainly been focused on collecting statements and checking every crate and office in the building. They'll begin going through the financial books soon, which has left me in a scramble to get everything up to date, down to the last detail and second. It's helpful having Chandra here, at least for support, but she's still fairly new at this. I'm anxious for Anton to return."

"I bet." He open up the bag and began filling her plate as she took a drink. "Is Chandra going to be okay here during the day?"

"She'll have a lot of help. Much more than I do at night, even though I've had more than usual tonight."

"Well, if you need more help, your mom told me to tell you she'd be more than willing."

She took her plate from Nate and put it on her desk, opening the chopsticks and separating them. "I don't know if I want to get Mom involved or not. But then I guess our family already is." She looked down at the plate of food and then picked up a sliver of chicken. "Why do I get the feeling this is going to get much worse before it gets better?"

"Probably because this is only the beginning." He grinned at Liam as the boy walked around the desk. Picking him up, Nate sat him in his lap and offered him a bite of sticky rice. Liam sniffed the air delicately before opening his mouth. "Well, I think you'll probably be ready for a vacation by the time things settle down here. What do you think of taking a little trip to Vegas, for a weekend, as soon as you're ready?"

"Sounds wonderful," she said. She took a bite of the teriyaki chicken. "Of course just getting away from the office sounds good." She looked around. "You know, I'm hurting over this, and I can't imagine how Anton must feel. He always prided himself on this being an above board business. There were certain people we wouldn't do business with, even though they could have made us a lot of money, because they had questionable reputations. Rumors about antique smuggling. We have a reputation for being a company you can trust, and then to have this happen..." Lindy sighed.

"I don't suppose there's any way you can keep this from leaking out?"

"We can try to keep it under wraps, but that really isn't much. I wish we could do more. Unfortunately, since there are so many police here it isn't likely this will stay quiet. Someone will eventually talk, even if they're told not to."

Nate shook his head. "I know this isn't really vital income to him, but it's still going to be a significant loss. You're obviously still doing business, but in a very limited capacity. And who knows how long it will be before things pick up--if they ever do. Meanwhile you've got a lot of employees, doing a lot less work than usual...I wouldn't be surprised if this means layoffs." He closed his mouth when he realized the frown on her face was drooping even lower. "Sorry. You probably didn't need that recounted for you."

"Not saying that isn't going to keep it from happening." She looked at the plate of food as if contemplating another bite. "We've already looked at ways we could cut costs and keep on going. Most of those suggestions have already been implemented."

Nate offered Liam another bite. Looking over at Lindy, he hoped Anton's flight would arrive soon. She looked exhausted, and he doubted she'd be going home any time soon. She was barely eating, looked dazed, and it made him sick. "Gorgeous--why don't you lay down on the couch for a little while and rest? I can wake you up if something changes. You're starting to worry me."

"i can't. The books aren't done and Anton will be here soon..." But he was right. Lindy was tired. She managed another bite before nodding. "Okay. How about five minutes? Then you wake me up." When Nate nodded, she moved over to the couch. and sat on it. "Sit on the couch so I can rest my head on your lap?"

He looked down at Liam, who was eagerly leaning forward towards his plate. "Uh, yeah..." Standing up, he walked over to hand Liam to Lindy, then grabbed his chair, dragging it over next to the couch. After a little maneuvering, and with the paper bag below him to catch his spills, Liam had a makeshift highchair. Nate realized it would be hard to feed him without disturbing Lindy, but they'd have to make due. He grabbed his plate and chopsticks before sitting down. Carefully balancing his plate on the arm of the couch, out of Liam's reach, he said, "Okay, baby, go ahead and lean back. Take as much room and get as comfortable as you need."

Lindy sat down and twisted, then laying down so her head was pillowed on his thigh, her legs tossed over the other arm of the couch. She closed her eyes and gave a big sigh. "It's going to get better, right? I'm worried that this drug investigation will trigger the feds to do an audit of us."

He gently stroked her hair, grateful that he was ambidextrous. His left hand using the chopsticks to feed Liam, he settled into a smooth rhythm. "It will get better, eventually. And I honestly wouldn't be surprised if this led to an audit, unfortunately. If Anton has some accountants in his pocket, he might want to give them a call. A pack of lawyers might be a good idea, too, just in case. It will be tedious, exhausting, and maybe even heartbreaking...but you'll get through it. Just take this one day at a time, baby. Don't even worry about tomorrow."

Lindy nodded, closing her eyes and giving a deep sigh. She was so tired but she didn't think she'd be able to get any rest. There was data to input and invoices to cross reference and bills to verify....

She was asleep in thirty seconds, surrounded by the comforting smell of her husband.

It was 3:00 AM local time when Anton got into the cab in front of the San Francisco airport. "Rudenko's Antiques" he instructed the driver. As the cab pulled into traffic, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. His tiredness had a little to do with the three hour time change, but more with the fact of what he was going to face.

Alone.

At the Washington Baltimore International airport, he had hugged her tight. "I wish you could come home with me"

She nodded her head, tightening her arms around him even more. "Anton, if you can't do this alone...if you really need me to come home with you, you know all you have to do is say so. I'll get on this plane right now, without my clothes packed up or Max's toys. We'll both be here for you. Just say the word."

He almost asked her to come. Almost said the hell with it and he wasn't going. But that wouldn't help the situation back home if he didn't go, and it wouldn't help the situation here if she did. He gently stroked her hair. "I wish you could."

She let out a soft sigh, pushing up to her tiptoes to kiss his mouth. She tasted just as good as she had that evening when they slowly woke, leisurely making love, trying to memorize each other down to the smallest detail. And she felt just as good pressed tightly against him, as she had during the frantic quickie they'd had just before heading to the car. He could still feel her scratches on his back, even though the wounds had long ago healed.

"I have a copy of your flight schedule back home," she said, settling back on her heels, "so I'll know when you get there. I know it will probably be very hectic at first as you get up to speed on everything, but I'll call anyway...if only to leave a message on your voice mail." Looking down at Max in the stroller, took a deep breath. And blinked the tears out of her eyes. "I think your son wants some attention, too."

Anton knelt down by the stroller and picked him up, cradling him close to his shoulder. "I am going to miss you so much, Maxim. I'll bet you'll have grown an inch by the time I see you next." He pressed a kiss in Max's downy hair. "I want you to take good care of Mommy for me." He gently stroked his son's back, memorizing the feel of him.

Max settled heavily against him, arms spread wide as if hugging him the best he could. He didn't even weigh as much as Anton's carryon luggage, and he briefly had a desire to trade the bag for the boy.

"They've started boarding your flight, sugar. I think they'll want you on board very soon. Let's get closer to the gate." As he stood up, carrying Max, Bryn walked along side him, pushing the stroller. "Tell Lindy I'm thinking about her and her family, and that I miss everyone. I hope to be home just as soon as I can."

"I will," Anton said softly. "And hopefully that will be very soon." He leaned over to kiss Bryn on her forehead and then her lips. Very, very reluctantly he passed Max back to her and picked up his carry on bag. And yet he couldn't step away, even when they called out his row.

She reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze. "I love you very much, Anton Rudenko. So much that I miss you already. But I'll talk to you to before you go to sleep, and every night and day after that. Then, when I come home, you won't be able to detach me from you. I'll be stuck to you like a barnacle. I promise."

Anton raised her hand to his lips and kissed them. "I love you, Sabryn Rudenko. I will wait with breathless anticipation to hear from you. But hurry home, my dear, as soon as you can." He then hugged her, making sure that Max wasn't squished between them.

It was only the second time his row was called for boarding that he let her go. Reluctantly he stepped backwards, still staring at her and Max, memorizing how them. "I'll see you soon, my dear. My love."

"Very soon, sugar booger." She grinned as he blushed, then smiled even wider as he seemed to appreciate the happiness on her face. "Have some champagne for me, okay? And try to get some sleep on the plane, because you might need it. Oh, and I packed a little something extra in your carryon. See you very soon, my love."

Coming out of his memory, Anton opened the side pocket of his carry on and pulled out the short stem rose. The deep red petals had survived the trip with minimal crushing. He lifted it so he could smell it, inhaling the sweet perfume. "Hurry home, my dear, my love," he murmured, looking back to the east. "As soon as you can."

If only she had recently been assaying a weapon, she could put herself out of this misery. Unfortunately, it was early morning and her eyelids were drooping, listening while bored to tears as the detective verified supplier information, checking over the list she'd given him. Liam had started fussing about an hour ago, leaving Nate with no choice but to take him home. And she was beginning to think she'd never leave.

"The numbers don't match up here," the young man told her, pointing to a line on the handwritten invoice.

"There was a mistake--see there's a notation there. I should also have a receipt for that." She got up and walked over to the filing cabinet, mentally swearing when the drawer stuck yet again. Jostling it free, she began searching through the files.

"I'll need to see the receipt for the January fourth delivery." The detective sounded just as bored as she was, and she admitted to herself it was a shitty assignment. Either he'd pissed someone off, or he was a newbie...which would explain why she practically had to walk him through their paperwork.

At that point Anton stepped into the room. He had arrived a few minutes ago and paid the cabdriver and stepped inside, the few employees who were there giving him smiles of relief. The Boss was here. He'd get this straightened out.

Only if Anton could figure out how.

Instead of heading to his office, he headed to Lindy's when he heard that there was an investigator on sight. He put down his bag and knocked on her office door.

Lindy turned to see him standing in the open doorway and gave him a small smile. Shutting the drawer, she handed the receipts over to the detective. "Will you excuse me for a moment, please?"

"Certainly."

Walking towards Anton, she mouthed the words 'your office' and followed him into the other room. Once the door was closed behind them, she walked over and kissed him on the cheek, before hugging him tightly. Almost sagging against him. "I have never been so happy to see you in my life!"

Anton hugged her and then guided her over to the chairs in front of his oak desk. "How bad is it, Lindy? You look like hell."

Lindy took a seat, landing with a thud in the chair. "I feel like I've been through hell, Anton. These Feds want to go over every transaction for the last year with a find tooth comb. Purchases, sales, shippers, recipients invoices, purchase orders, and on, and on, and on. They weren't impressed when they found out that Walter's ex-FBI. If anything, that made them more interested. And it's not just the business. It's personal questions too about how well I know you, Nate, Bryn..." She sighed. "I'm sorry, I haven't even asked how your flight was. Or how Bryn's family is doing."

"It could be better," Anton said. "Caroline's death has hit everyone hard, especially John and Bryn. In fact, they're releasing John today. That's why Bryn didn't come back with me. Chris is recovering slowly. But Bryn's parents..." Anton shook his head. "They're separating, and using the fact that John needs help as an excuse. If it weren't for this, I would still be back there."

She closed her eyes briefly. "I'm so sorry, Anton. All of this happening to you at once. It almost feels like we're going through the Natasha/Marrok misery all over again." She was quiet for a moment, brow furrowed. "You don't...they couldn't have done this, could they? Natasha is in an entirely different country. And Marrok--we haven't heard a peep out of him since he let me go. It makes me very nervous. I could see either one of them using this as their next attack."

Anton's brow furrowed. "It's a thought. I don't see what Marrok would gain by doing this." He didn't mention that he had seen the werewolf, and Marrok didn't sound like he would attempt to do anything that would hurt Lindy. "But Natasha...this is definitely more her style. Make things uncomfortable and....oh God!"

"What?" Lindy didn't like the way Anton's face suddenly went pale.

"What if it was a ruse to separate me from Bryn so she could attack her and Max?" Reaching over to the desk, he began dialing the phone number for her parents home in Baltimore.

"Anton, how would she know that Bryn wouldn't come with you? I mean, she'd have to have spies everywhere for that to happen."

"And I wouldn't put it past her." He waited while the phone rang.

"Hello?" It was Bryn's voice.

"Hi. Bryn--"

"Hi! I didn't think you would call so soon! I'm very glad to hear your voice. I was thinking about you the entire way back to Baltimore." He could hear Max in the background, talking to himself in baby gurgles. "So how was your flight? What movie did they play?"

He hoped she'd assume the relief in his voice was from talking to her. "The Mummy Returns, actually, which made little sense in parts because they cut out the bit about the airship crashing. And the flight was okay other than the bit of turbulence just after we took off." His voice grew a bit softer. "I miss you, Bryn, and love you. It must be early there, and you should get some sleep."

She was quiet for a moment. "Are you kidding? Not now! Oh sugar, I miss you...your voice automatically wakes up my arms so I can hug you, but I guess I'll have to hug Max this time." There was some sadness in her voice, but he could tell she'd brightened up considerably since he called. "Is this a bad time? I can always call you back later if you need me to."

"It is, in a way. I just made it to the warehouse, and I should be talking with the detectives, but I wanted to hear your voice." He was relieved that everything appeared normal for the moment. "How about I give you a call in about two hours?"

"Okay, sugar. You're going to need your sleep, too...so try not to take the office with you, okay? I don't want to end coming home to a zombie. You're strange enough already," she said, affectionately. He could almost hear the volume of her smile. "I love you, Anton, and I can't wait to see you again. I can barely wait to talk to you again. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Bryn," he said softly. "I'm going to stay here at the warehouse for the day, see if I can get a handle on this situation. But I promise to go home tomorrow." He wanted to warn her to be careful, but didn't know how without frightening her. And maybe Lindy was right. Maybe he was overreacting. "I'll call again in a little while. I just needed to hear your voice."

"Okay, sugar. I'll let you get back to work. Great big kisses to you."

"I love you too, my dear. I'll talk to you later. Bye." He hung up the phone with a sigh of relief. He stared at the phone for a moment, and then pulled out his cellphone. He wasn't taking any chances with Bryn's life. He started dialing the phone number he had memorized.

Lindy arched her eyebrow at him. "Who are you calling now?"

"I'm calling the one person who can find out for us if Natasha is behind this." He waited for his call to be picked up. "Seth? This is Anton Rudenko. I need to speak to Lilith."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "One moment please."

It took several minutes for the Empress to come on the line. "Mr. Rudenko, how pleasant to receive your call. Am I correct in assuming this has nothing to do with the upcoming council meeting?"

"Correct, Lilith." Anton took a moment to take a breath before summing up the situation. "While Sabryn and I were in Baltimore, we received and emergency call from the business I own. Several kilos of cocaine were found in one of our shipments, necessitating my return. Bryn had to stay behind at the moment to handle the family crisis, and Maxim is with her. However I am now concerned for their safety."

"And you should have assurance that the problem on your wife's end is being taken care of. Your assigned protection has had your wife and son under surveillance since you left Chicago. Should they suspect the smallest threat, she will contacted at once and they will both be escorted to safety. I am concerned, however, that you were forced to leave...if I may ask, what is the current status of your situation? Do you need my assistance?"

"I have not spoken with the detectives as of yet, but yes, your assistance would be greatly appreciated." The last words were a great blow to his pride, but he knew the situation could quickly snowball beyond his control.

"I understand. I will send someone right away. You can assure that person will be discreet...and may not contact you directly at first. But he or she will be working towards your, and our, best interests." She paused for a moment. "How certain are you that this isn't an inside operation, Mr. Rudenko?"

"I'm not. That's what worries me." He knew that he was too close to the situation to think clearly. "It is possible that this is a coincidence, but I have also been suspicious for a while that there is someone here in league with Natasha. However, I am not sure."

Lilith let out a heavy sigh. "In that case, I will be sending three members of my security team to you at once. You will be contacted by one of them, a woman by the name of Vandala, who will require access to all of your employee files. If Natasha has infiltrated your operation, you'll soon know about it. Another of my security officers will be in charge of your protection. The third will be made part of the DEA investigation. Should this problem escalate, he will have the authority to see that it is neutralized. Exposure is not a risk I'm willing to tolerate. If Natasha is behind this, she will be brought before the council and face a possible execution."

"Thank you, Empress," Anton said. This was more than he had hoped for. It would mean that he would be losing some of the anonymity and privacy that he had always maintained even from other vampires, but if it kept Bryn safe, he would gladly suffer it. "My apologies for disturbing you, Lilith."

"I would rather you had than had not. Good day, Mr. Rudenko."

"Good day, Lilith." Anton hung up the cellphone when he heard the Empress disconnect. He felt marginally better now, knowing that Bryn would be protected and that any possible involvement by Natasha would be investigated. But that still didn't get him out of the situation for the moment. "Come on, Lindy. Lets go talk to the detectives."

She arrived the next evening. Getting through security was fairly easy once she told them her relation to the boss. Instead of waiting for the elevator, she took the stairs, unescorted, and arrived on the second floor looking as fresh as she had minutes ago. Her tailored black suit fit to her curves, just shy of being second skin. She wore flats instead of heels and her hair was tastefully pulled back in a simple ponytail, cascading in a very straight line down her back. Following the directions she'd been given, she walked straight to Anton's door and knocked briskly.

"Come in," Anton said loudly, expecting it to be Lindy or Chandra. He was righting his desk, having allowed the investigators to turn it inside out earlier. He didn't really think they had expected to find anything, but that didn't stop them. He looked up when the door opened, and did a slight double take at the six foot, slender blonde standing there. "Yes?"

She stepped over to the desk, standing just opposite him, and held out her hand. "Mr. Rudenko, my name is Vandala. I believe Lilith told you to expect me."

Setting down a handful of papers, he shook her hand. "Yes, thank you for coming."

"Before we begin, sir, I will need to speak to you in private. Preferably somewhere that is not being taped. This is for your safety as well as mine. I would like to request that you include your business partners as well. They are aware of your 'situation,' correct?"

"That I have an allergic reaction to sunlight? Yes, they are aware." Anton picked up the phone and dialed an inside line. "Lindy, would you join me upstairs please?" He stepped around the desk. "My old apartment is upstairs. It's been cleared and there aren't any recording devices up there."

She nodded, then held her out to indicate that he should proceed her and show the way. Her eyes scanned every office and cubicle they passed, drinking in information. A few times she met the stares of the officers and workers remaining in the building, and held them, assessing their personalities. Some challenged her, but most uncomfortably looked away. Riding in the elevator with Anton, she stood slight behind him and carefully inspected the walls and ceiling. Looking for recording devices, he assumed. Or maybe even wondering where she might plant a few of her own.

"I may require the use of this apartment eventually, sir. I will need your permission to access private spaces in the whole of the building, before I proceed."

"Of course. I now live offsite, and if you wish to use the apartment, feel free to do so." He opened the gate to the elevator once it stopped on the third floor. When they were in the hall, it immediately descended, presumably for Lindy. Without hesitation he lead her to the door and opened it.

The old apartment was sparsely furnished since he and Bryn had taken most of their things. An older couch had been brought in from storage, as well as the bed they had ordered for when Anton did have to spend the day. Not to mention the small stock of supplies in the kitchen. "Is there anything I can get for you Vandala?"

"No, thank you, sir. Not while on the job." Instead of staying to talk to him, she walked through the apartment and quickly inspected every room. But before the elevator reached the third floor, she was standing in the living room once more, facing the door, her hands behind her back. As the door began to open, she tensed slightly until she saw Lindy's face. "Thank you for joining, Ms. Adrik."

Lindy looked at her and then at Anton. "Lindy, this is... Vandala." Anton realized he didn't know if she was a Miss, Mrs., or a Ms. "She is here at Lilith's request to aid us."

She nodded. "I'm willing to help however I can."

"Please, have a seat," Vandala requested of both of them. She waited patiently while they sat down on the couch, remaining standing before them. "To be blunt, my first impression of both of you is a poor one."

Lindy glanced at Anton, frowning, then back at their guest. "How? All I did was say I was willing to help."

"Indeed you did, Ms. Adrik. And while admirable, you have no idea who I am. In fact, neither of you do. I have introduced myself, but I was never asked for my credentials. I passed through security easily, simply by telling the guard I was Mr. Rudenko's sister. If I, a stranger, can get past security so easily, anyone can. Now, if you'd like to see my credentials, I would be happy to provide them. However, I can assure you that they are faked. I am a vampire, after all."

"Point taken," Anton admitted. Security had been lax for a while, despite the implementation of an ID system. He had grown arrogant, secure in his notion that he was unassailable, even when it had become painfully obvious that he wasn't. "What do you recommend I do?"

"I'm glad you asked. First of all, I'd suggest giving all of your employees an ID tag with their photograph on it. Each one will have a pre-assigned number, and you're to instruct your security guards to check every photo and match the ID number with their computers. I will be glad to help you set up this system. Anyone without a pass will need your approval or will be turned away from the building. No one will be allowed access to the loading docks except for those workers assigned there. Secondly, I would recommend that you check the credentials of those you do business with, even if you've been using their services for years."

Anton nodded. It made sense to him, and was probably something he should have done a long time ago. Lindy, on the other hand, looked a bit irritated. "What about current employees?"

"That will need to be decided on a case-by-case basis. Firstly, I am here for your security. In the next week or so, I will be investigating your employees to see if there is a possible link to Natasha. I am familiar with her style and tactics. In order for me to do my job, everyone but the two of you will assume that I am simply a bodyguard. I will quietly observe for the most part, but I will also be working behind the scenes to set up surveillance equipment. Your outside protection, Mr. Rudenko, comes from my associate. He will remain hidden until he assesses a threat."

She cleared her throat. "Until I am able to provide you with a complete report, all of your employees are suspect. I would ask that you proceed in all matters with the utmost caution."

"Of course," Anton said. This wasn't going to be fun. He knew that from the moment Lilith had said she'd send over operatives. "What about our homes? Do you wish to meet with the rest of Lindy's family?"

"Do they have access to your offices?"

"They visit on occasion. Her husband is my stepbrother."

"Yes, I am aware of Mr. Adrik. In that case, yes I would like to meet them. After I have things under control here, of course." Vandala glanced at Lindy, held her gaze, and said, "I hope you both know that I am as good as they come. I am a part of Lilith's personal security, and as you know she only trusts the very best. If you should, however, have any questions about me or problems with the way I do my job, it has been requested that you contact the Empress at once. Your comfort always comes first."

"And if that were true, you wouldn't be as good as they come," Anton said amicably. "And as for meeting the family..." Anton snapped his fingers and Lindy jumped in surprise when the door to the bedroom opened, revealing a tall, dark haired man. "I believe you've already met Alex Krycek, the 'guard' who let you in and has been keeping an eye on you since he knows I don't have a sister."

Vandala looked surprised to say the least. She had checked the bedrooms and found no one--no doubt she was wondering where the man had been hidden. Arching an eyebrow at him, she gave him a slight nod. "Well done, Mr. Krycek. I must admit to feeling a bit disappointed with myself. I must be slipping." She swallowed heavily, looking back to Anton. "Perhaps that call to Lilith is warranted, after all. I apologize, sir."

Alex shook his head, offering his hand to Vandala. "It's not easy to hide deceptiveness from a werewolf," he said in a matter of fact tone of voice as he sat down on a chair opposite the vampiress. "Anton had told me to expect a vampire tonight, Otherwise you wouldn't have made it through the front door."

"Alex, who is one of Lindy's fathers, is graciously taking on a position of chief of security, overseeing the hired guards," Anton said. "However, I feel it would be best if the situation was scrutinized without from a dispassionate point of view," he said with a look at Lindy.

Lindy's frowned sharply. "Is it really that necessary?" The news about Alex considering working for Anton came as a surprise to her.

"Yes, it is," Anton said, a bit of annoyance creeping into his voice. "You and Bryn were almost killed in a car accident. Bryn's brakes had to be cut here, and we haven't determined if it was by someone who works here. I'm not risking my wife's or my son's safety any further."

For her part, Vandala stood silently, hands behind her back, like a military officer at ease. She cast a quick glance in Alex's direction, to see if he was watching her. He was. Softly clearing her throat, she returned her gaze to Anton. "I am to work with Mr. Krycek, sir, or to work for him?"

Anton glanced at Krycek before answering Vandala. "You are to work with him. You are, of course, Lilith's servant first and foremost."

Her eyes lightened with those words, glowing a bit in the dimly lit room. "Forgive me for sounding insolent, sir, but I am servant to no one. No woman, man, vampire, or...werewolf. If that is not acceptable to you, I will request that I be replaced here."

Anton gave a slight bow to her. "My apologies then," he said, intent on smoothing her ruffled feathers. "No insult was meant. You are free to work as you see fit. I just ask that should you discover who the plant is, that you inform myself and Mr. Krycek before proceeding if possible."

"Of course. If I may be excused, I would like to get started. I have some equipment in my car I would like to get operational."

"Go right ahead," Anton said. "Would you like one of us to escort you?"

"No, that will not be necessary." Without a further word, Vandala exited the room.

Alex sat back and let out a sigh. "She's good. A bit standoffish and untrusting, but all good security people are."

Lindy crossed her arms, clearly annoyed. "Standoffish and untrusting isn't exactly how I'd put it. She's cold and impersonal, with a big superiority complex. Exactly the wrong person I want investigating the employees. She doesn't care about them. And she seems to think we're idiots, too."

"And because she's impersonal, she's just the person we do need." Anton turned to Lindy to try to reason with her. "We're clearly too close to the situation and too emotionally involved to see clearly, Lindy. "

"It's not anything personal, Lindy," Alex said. "I've met many people in security work who are just like that. They're thinking about how best to protect you, not about how to become best buddies with you."

"Well, fine. Don't expect me to become best buddies with her either." Assuming Vandala's tone of voice, Lindy stood up and said, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

Anton winced slightly as Lindy marched out the door and slammed it shut. "Do you have any difficulties with the situation?"

"No, I think she'll do a good job. Be a bit tough to work with, but the best always are." Alex stood up. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to head downstairs and talk to the two guards you have here."

"No, go right ahead. And give Vandala these keys when she returns." Anton passed over the keys that would let her into the apartments upstairs. With that, both men returned downstairs, wondering when Vandala would turn up any information.

It took a little less than a week for Vandala to tell Anton that she suspected two of his employees of having connections to Natasha. Yet that was all she told him. Until she knew for sure, she didn't want to reveal any names--his knowledge might change his behavior, and in turn make the individuals in question suspect something was up. Although Anton was sure whoever the plant was already had suspicions. After all, he had only contracted out security functions before, and now Alex was acting as a full time head of security. And Vandala's presence was bound to raise questions as well. Anton hoped that the assumption would be made that they were both involved with the ongoing drug investigation.

Still, it was hard for him to keep his mind on business. This was more due to the fact he missed Bryn and Max horribly. John and his family were making the painful transition to what would become normal, and Bryn was helping with that adjustment. But still he wanted her, and his son home. An hour phone call twice a night wasn't cutting it as far as he was concerned. And today he didn't have the second phone call to look forward to. Bryn had informed him that she was needed for an early morning appointment, so she would need to get to bed early.

Anton bit back a sigh as he looked at the paperwork sitting on the desk. The monthly reports had been checked over by Lindy, and were now waiting his approval. And it also appeared that he would be losing Chandra soon. She was making noises about moving back to Boston again, and this time Jess didn't seem inclined to stop her. "She's in control of the Change now. She knows also that she can come to us if she needs help. I don't think things will ever be any better between her and Mack. And honestly, I think she feels that she's living off of our charity, and she hates herself for it. I think she'll be happier if she does move." And as much as Anton hated to admit it, he knew the wolf woman was right.

So now he was thinking over who might be able to replace Chandra when she left. But mostly Anton wondered what Mack would think when he found out that Chandra was leaving. He sighed, trying to put his friend's failed relationship out of his mind and at least attempt to concentrate on double checking the expense accounts.

The knock on the door was somewhat unexpected. Although Michelle wasn't present to announce any visitors, Lindy and Vandala had taken to walking in unceremoniously. The detectives were gone for the night, and most of the information they needed had been collected already. Still, he wasn't too concerned as he said, "It's open. Come on in."

There was a slight pause before the door squeaked open, and there she stood. A soft smile on her face, she held on to the stroller where Max was sleeping. Wearing a brown suede shirt and matching slacks, she looked incredibly touchable, her dark hair falling in gentle waves around her collar, soft and glossy. And she was wearing the ruby necklace he'd given her, like a giant drop of blood above her exposed cleavage. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to pet her or devour her. Maybe both.

After a while, Sabryn tilted her head and smirked. "Are you going to invite us in, or stare all night?"

Anton stood up and walked around the desk. Silently, but his eyes not leaving her, he crossed the floor to pull her into a tight embrace. He took her head in his hands gently, as if afraid she were a dream that would melt away. He bent down to kiss her softly. "I've missed you and Max so much, Bryn. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home? I would have met you at the airport." Not waiting for her answer, he kissed her again, this time more aggressively.

She melted against him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and let out a soft moan against his mouth. He felt so wonderful, so solid and real, smelled heavenly, and was so gorgeous her knees felt like pudding. Nipping lightly at his lips, she gently rubbed his back as if reassuring them both it wasn't a dream. Pulling back from the kiss, she held his intense gaze.

"I wanted to surprise you. Plus, it was a standby seat...I was lucky to get on the flight at all. I couldn't wait anymore. I told John that I couldn't stay. I was so homesick for you that I couldn't see straight."

He held on to her tight, running his fingers through her silken hair. His hands started to rub along her shoulders. "I've missed you too, so much Bryn. I'm glad you're home, both of you," he added, glancing at the stroller. Anton squeezed her again, rubbing his body against hers. Reacquainting himself with the feel of her against him. He kissed her lips, inhaling deeply. "How is John doing?"

"As well as can be expected, i guess," she said, her voice quieter than before. "He's decided to take over my old room upstairs...and turn the master bedroom into my mother's room." Briefly closing her eyes, she shook her head. "I tried to tell him it wasn't a good idea, but I gave up after a while. He looked so haunted by coming home...as if he could see her in every room. Sometimes I could, too. It was a very sad there. Even though I know I didn't make a huge difference by being there, I still feel a little bad for leaving." She gave him a small smile. "But not bad enough to leave you again."

Anton kissed her forehead and then her lips again. "We'll need to call him soon, remind him that we're here for him, even if we're on a different coast. Remind him that others are sharing his grief, if in different ways." Arm around Bryn's waist, he scooped Max, settling the boy against his shoulder. "I know I should let him sleep, but I couldn't wait to hold him."

Max started to whine before opening up into full sobs, leaning heavily on Anton's shoulder.. Bryn frowned and let out a sympathetic "aww." Although she was certain he was happy to be back in his Daddy's arms, she wasn't sure he was awake enough to fully appreciate it. "It's okay, sweet pea. Look who's holding you."

"Shhhh..." Anton soothed. "It's okay, Max. I've got you." Reluctantly he freed his other arm from Bryn so he could stroke Max's back. Max's cries slowly tapered off into hiccuping sobs. Nudging Bryn with his shoulders towards his desk, he took a seat in his chair, settling Max higher on his shoulder and easing Bryn onto his lap.

She sat a bit uneasily at first as she stared at all of the paperwork on his desk. "I can't believe I was paying John and Chris's medical bills while you were here dealing with this huge mess. I hate to even mention it, but is it really safe to be so generous with your money right now?"

"Safe, maybe not," Anton said. "The right thing to do, yes." He kissed her lips lightly. "We'll worry about that later on. It's for the accountants to worry about at the moment." Anton kissed Max's forehead, smiling when his son took a fistful of his shirt in his tiny hand. "I think you have grown an inch or two since we've been apart." He leaned against Bryn's head, looking at the rose he had kept in a small vase since he had arrived home. "I have missed you so much, my dear. I almost can't believe you're here now."

She let out a contented sigh, tucking herself close against him and rubbing his stomach through his shirt. "I can believe it. I feel so 'normal' now, so at ease. I only feel that way when I'm with you and Max." She adjusted the way she was seated, a small smile coming to her face. Her hand drifted a little lower, just sliding over the waist of his slacks. "I think a part of you is very certain I'm really here."

Anton smirked a bit. "That part of me thinks you're here if I even have a stray thought about you." His hand started to move up and down her side, lingering on the curve of her hip. He pressed his lips to her forehead, inhaling deeply the scent of her hair. He started to nibble along her hairline. A quick glance confirmed that Max had fallen back asleep in his arms. "What do you say we put Max in his stroller, just so I can make sure you're really here."

She gave him a smirk. "Sounds good to me. We may want to close the door, too, sugar."

He looked over at the still ajar door. "Yeah, that would be a good idea. Maybe we should even lock it," he added with a wink.

She felt a shiver run through her. Licking her lips, Bryn nodded and carefully pulled Max into her arms. "I'll put him down. You get the door."

Slightly breathless, she got off his lap and headed for the stroller. She realized she was shaking. It felt as if it had been months since he last touched her, since he last made her shudder in ecstasy. Even though he'd done so just the previous night, over the phone, his words electric in her ear. She couldn't seem to stop staring at him, as she put the baby down. He had a way of being sexy without even trying...of looking like home to her, and she could wait to be with him. It was hard to remember life before him.

Standing up straight, she swallowed. "How can I prove to you I'm real?"

"Just come here." Anton watched her, his eyes intent on the sway of every step she took. Grabbing her waist the moment she was in range, he pulled her against him. Resting his hands against the small of her back, he kissed her deeply. Letting out a soft, pleased rumble, he bent down and scooped her up, cradling the back of her thighs in his hands.

She let out a soft gasp, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. His kiss was warm and loving, inviting, and she melted against him like warm ice cream. "Mmm...I love you so much, Anton," she whispered, her lips brushing his. "I can't tell you how wonderful it feels to be held by you. I'm so happy to be home."

"I'm happy that you're home too, my dear, my love." Still kissing her, he walked over to his chair and sat down, making sure her legs straddled his waist. His hands started to wander upward her back and under her shirt as his lips wandered downward and across her neck. "Missed you so much." He found by feel the scar and started to suck softly.

Bryn whimpered, leaning toward him and pushing her hair out of the way. She wanted so badly for him to bite down, but she wouldn't tell him. It had only been a few days since she received the disappointing news that her blood test was negative...but she didn't want to give up trying. Sooner or later, she would give him a little girl, even if it took years of trying. "I missed you so much, too. I couldn't wait to have you inside me again. And me inside you, any way possible."

Anton sucked harder, shuddering at her words. Much like the night almost a year ago, he swept the desk clean with his arm. He tilted forward, holding Bryn and lowering her to the desk. Still nipping her neck, he started to unbutton her blouse, running his fingers along her flesh as it was exposed.

Downstairs in the security booth, Alex was chewing on a toothpick and absently flipping through the outdoor surveillance camera view-banks. There was little activity so late at night and there were only a few hours left on his new 'shift'. He was feeling bored and lazy, so when Vandala's tall frame filled the doorway he started and dropped his feet from the desktop.

"Are you even aware that we have a trespasser on the premises?" she asked, somewhat angrily. Her slender frame was covered by a dark jumpsuit, smeared with layers of dust. Unlike him, she hadn't been watching the cameras, she'd been installing more. Crawling into vents and trying to remain out of sight. "Not ten minutes ago, I saw a dark-haired woman walking unescorted through the second-floor offices. She didn't match any of the employee profiles. How did she get past you?"

"Pushing a stroller with a baby in it?" He flicked the toothpick upwards, burying the still sharp end in the ceiling, a habit he had picked up from Mulder. "That'd be Sabryn, his wife, and their son Max." He leaned forward, hitting a few buttons on the board that controlled the cameras. "You installed the new camera in his office? That's where she'd probably be. Let's just verify that we're talking about the same person."

Still annoyed, she stepped closer to the desk and crossed her arms. "His who? Oh..."

As he flipped over to Anton's office, they both went silent. Vandala swallowed heavily, staring, her arms dropping unnoticed to her sides. It was Anton's wife, quite obviously...at least it looked that way by the way he was sucking on her breast. Or so it looked--the angle of his body partially blocked the view of the camera. The woman on the desk was writhing, her feet hooked behind his legs. And to Vandala's complete astonishment, she opened her eyes, looked at the camera, and puckered her lips as if blowing a kiss.

Alex swallowed also. "This camera used to be hooked directly into the VCR in Lindy's office. They probably don't know it's been rerouted down here." He tried to keep his voice disinterested, but it was hard to do so. It would have been worse if there had been sound. As it was, he was thinking about ducking out early and finding Jess and Walter. "I guess we should call them and let them know that we can see them."

Vandala nodded stupidly, but neither of them moved to do so.

Bryn splayed her fingers over Anton's ass, spreading her legs a bit wider beneath him. She couldn't help but smile as he pushed even deeper between her legs in response. His desk wasn't exactly comfortable, but she didn't care. At that point, she would've laid down on a bed of hot coals just to feel him touching her. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts forward and tried to hint at him removing her black bra.

Anton caressed her shoulders, slowly sliding the straps off before moving to unfasten her bra. He felt like he was going to burst a seam in his slacks, he was so ready for her. Whipping the lacy fabric from between them and carelessly tossed it to the ground. With a moan at the sight of her erect nipples, he attacked them with mouth and fingers, wondering if he could make her cum from stimulating them alone.

She moaned loudly, tossing her head restlessly as he lapped at her. On another day, the touch might only have been a stimulation...this time it was a catalyst, getting her wetter than she'd been in a long time, soaking her panties and making them stick to her uncomfortably. "Mmm! Anton, more! Please..."

Still sucking on her nipple, he worked his hands between their bodies so he could undo her slacks. Tangling his fingers in her underwear as well, he pulled them downwards. Frantically he began unbuttoning his shirt as well, wanting to feel skin on skin. Not wanting to wait for her to do it, he unbuttoned his pants and shoved down his boxers, letting his cock bounce free.

Bryn let out a gasp, quivering at the sight of him so hard. Her hips moved in a rhythm of their own, lifting and strutting, almost showing off for him, to lure him closer. Her body felt wild, rabid with need. Reaching between her legs, she grasped his cock only to have her hand pulled away. His reaction confirmed her suspicion--he was just as ready and needy as she was. "I--I missed you so much! Please, Anton, I need to hold you. I feel so empty without you. I love you, my sugar booger."

"I love you so much, my dear." Anton pushed forward, expecting resistance since he was big for her and it had been almost a week since he had stretched her last. But to his surprise and delight, his cock slid into her with ease. Swallowing as her muscles clenched him, he held still, just savoring the sensation as he tried to catch his breath.

Bryn wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her face to his neck. Legs clasping his waist, she kept him close to her, unwilling to surrender him, trying to make up for the time they'd lost. Turning her head, she kissed his cheek. Lingering there for a moment. "How much longer do you have to stay? I want to take you home with me."

He continued to hold still as he nuzzled her neck. "Give me half an hour and I'll be able to leave. Half an hour after I'm done here, that is." Anton nipped at her neck lightly. "Of course, this may take a few hours," he added with a grin.

She gave him a soft giggle and settled more fully against his desk. "If that's the case, you're definitely going to need to buy a couch for this office." Sliding her fingers into his hair, she affectionately petted him. "I need to be somewhere comfortable with you, so I can kiss and worship you for hours. Days even. I can't wait to get naked with you, snuggle up, and have my way with you."

His hips twitched, and then started a steady rhythm. "Then I'm tempted to finish this now then." Slowly he started to kiss her mouth as his hands started to stroke her shoulders. "I would love that, my dear. Us together alone, just caressing and kissing each other without having to worry about anyone else."

Pulling her arms back, she pushed herself up to meet his kisses. The additional leverage helped her to rock herself against him, in opposition to the gentle thrusts of his hips. Although his solid desk would have no chance of creaking or shifting, she cast occasional glances at the stroller, hoping their moans and heavy breathing didn't wake their son. Not that there was much chance of that happening--he'd gotten used to sleeping through those sounds. The thought made a little grin come to her face.

Grinning himself, he sped up his thrusts. He lowered his head to her neck again, finding the scar again. If he couldn't Transform her now, at least he would give her a hickey that would last for a week. His hands gripped her waist tightly, trying to guide her pace as his breathing quickened.

Wrapping her leg tighter around him, she tilted her head back to give him more space. She loved having his mark on her, branding her as his and his only. If she could've made it permanent, like the scar, she would've. Moaning at the force of his suction, she tightened her muscles around him and gave him a strong squeeze. Letting him know just how much the simple act affected her.

Anton gave a soft moan. He moved his hand between her legs, rotating his wrist so he could rub her clit lightly. Lifting his lips from her neck, he began kissing her lips, sucking lightly. He had missed this, almost more than he cared to admit. The scent of her skin, the sound of her moans, now that she was back in his arms, he finally felt like he was back home.

She sucked in a deep breath, shuddering at the touch of his fingers. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she gave in to his deep thrusts, his firm rubbing, and groaned as she came hard for him. She pulled at him, tugging at his lips with her teeth, urging him into orgasm with her. "Anton, please..."

"Sabryn...." he hissed through clenched teeth. He could feel fire race along his nerves from his groin, tingling along his body as her muscles spasmed around his cock. Giving a soft moan, he sagged against her. Lightly he nuzzled her neck, lips still playing over the scar, where a nice bruise was forming.

She swallowed heavily, hugging him tightly. He was so solid and real in her arms, making her so thankful this wasn't another dream. That she wouldn't wake up missing him, even more than she did after leaving him in Santa Cruz. Bryn rubbed her cheek against his ear, eyes closed, so very happy to be home.

Anton gave another soft sigh. In some ways, it felt warm and comfortable to be on top of her. But his lower back was starting to protest the awkward position. Reluctantly, he pushed up, trying to ease his discomfort. Giving up, he put his arms around her shoulders and waist, and lifted, tilting backwards past vertical until he sat down firmly in his chair. Amazingly, he was able to keep his cock firmly in her throughout the whole maneuver.

Settling heavily on his lap, she pressed her forehead to his shoulder. The sadness that swept through her didn't come at the most practical time, but she'd have to tell him sooner or later. Avoiding it wouldn't help anything. "I had a test done when I was in Baltimore. Actually, before you left. I had my blood drawn. The...pregnancy test from Chicago was accurate. I'm not pregnant."

Anton sighed heavily. "Is that why you had the bandage on your arm earlier?" He kissed her on the forehead as she nodded. "Then we'll just have to be patient and wait," he said, kissing her lips. "We'll just have to keep trying then."

She nodded, but wasn't at all comforted. Her voice still quiet, she said, "Maybe we should stop actively trying. I mean, not avoiding it, but not consciously hoping for it. I've started to wean Max off of breast feeding. I know he doesn't like bottles, but he'll have to get used to them. I...I want to go to work. I made a few phone calls this past week, and hopefully I'll be able to get an interview. I'm also hoping Jess or Nate won't mind taking care of Max for a little while each night."

"If that's what you want, Bryn, we'll do it. I'm sure that we can arrange for babysitters no problem." Anton cupped the side of her cheek, fingers threading into her hair, lifting her head so she would look into his eyes. "I'm not disappointed in you, Bryn. It's not your fault," he said softly. "If...when it happens, it will happen." He kissed her lips, holding her tight against him.

Her lips trembled a bit, but she managed to stifle the tremor before it grew into anything stronger. She'd always known he wouldn't blame her. He was too nice for that. Besides, she'd already been blaming herself. "Would you mind if I just go home now and meet you there? I should unpack and get Max fed."

Anton nodded, but didn't let her go. "One thing, first, Bryn." He leaned forward. "I want to hear you tell me that it's not your fault. Because it's not, Bryn. *I'm* the one who's supposed to be sterile, remember? It may take some time, and we may have to eventually face the possibility that I can't get you pregnant again. But that will not be your fault." He knew even if she said it, she may not believe it. Or at least not right away.

"Anton..." She wanted to tell him to leave her alone, that it wasn't any of his business what she thought. But truthfully, it was. No secrets had been her rule, after all. Staring at him, she sucked in a shuddering breath. "It's not my fault. Okay?"

"Okay." He knew that would be the best he would be able to get out of her at the moment. It was a start, and he hoped she would soon believe it. He kissed her once more before loosening his arms slightly. "I'll be home about half an hour after you leave?"

Bryn nodded, but didn't move. If anything, she tucked herself even closer to him. Gripping the loose ends of his shirt, she leaned heavily against him. Like many times before, he realized she hadn't meant what she said about leaving. About wanting to be alone. She shivered lightly. "Would you mind if I stayed here?"

He tightened his arms around her. "Not at all, Bryn." He kissed her forehead, glad she had decided to stay. "Not at all."

End Chapter One Hundred