Chapter Six.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Irina Derevko snapped as she paced the floor in Alexander Khasinau's office.
Khasinau raised his eyebrows watching her and feeling strangely surprised at her reaction.
"Tasking Mr Sark to kill the appointed officers of the CIA?" he asked knowing that was not what was bothering her.
She stopped walking and strode up to the desk glaring at him.
"You know that Nadia will ultimately get hurt in the end. . .It was extremely stupid of you to task him to her? Why not any other of the agents spouses?"
"Im sure Mr Sark would have bonded very well with Robert Lindsey's wife." he said wryly.
Irina glared at this and then she suddenly froze.
"Jack Bristow isnt on this list of yours is he?" she asked.
"Yes he is." Khasinau answered curtly.
Irina's eyes widened.
"Take him off instantly! We need him alive. " she snapped before whirling out of the office.
Khasinau tapped his index finger against the edge of the desk as he pondered this.
'Irina always did have a soft spot for Jack. . .' He thought amused.
***
Sark felt strangely like a coward as he knelt down on the cold cement floor cradling the child in his arms.
He was currently outside a orphanage in the more poorer area of Hollywood.
It was one in the morning and he was waiting for someone to answer the door.
He was beginning to lose hope of that when a full five minutes had passed and nobody opened the door.
Suddenly then without warning a light came on from inside the home and Sark gently placed the child.
"Im sorry. . .I have to go now. . ." he said almost sad as the little girl stared up at him with her eyes shining with a million questions.
He found himself wondering. . .Why had the child been placed in a CIA building?
He would never know the answer to that question, was the only thought that filled his mind as he ducked behind a tree to watch.
A old spanish woman opened the door.
She looked around first in confusion . .Then her eyes widened as she spotted the child.
"My poor thing! Which creul hearted person left you out here in the cold!" the woman exclaimed as she reached out and took hold of the child.
Sark winced at her choice of words and watched as she drew the child into the warm home.
Sark took one last look at the child and then he melted away into the darkness. . . .
***
Nadia was sitting in front of her laptop at home when Eric arrived.
It was one in the morning and she should have been asleep but Eric's absence made her feel strangely anxious and she was almost glad when she heard the front door slam shut.
He practically lunged into the lounge glaring at her.
"What the hell are you doing up at this hour?" he snapped rudely.
Nadia rolled her eyes.
"I could probably ask you the same question. . ." she muttered under her breath but Eric seemed to be distracted by something else.
He walked up to her and without warning began to kiss her.
She drew away from him feeling sickened.
He was drunk. Stoned drunk actually.
Angry that she had actually had the audacity to pull away from 'Him' he grabbed her pulling her out of her chair and shoved her viciously against the wall.
He reached for the hem on her t- shirt and she tried to move away.
"Dont touch me. . .Youre drunk." she said disgusted.
"In case you forgot youre my WIFE." he nearly yelled the words out loud as he drew back his hand and slapped her.
She froze then utterly horrified.
Eric had done many things to her in the past. . .But using violence? That scared her to her very core and she Desperately twisted and struggled gaining some leverage she flung him aside and watched as he struggled to stagger to his feet.
Quickly she grabbed her car keys and ran out of the apartment hearing him bellow after her. "Get back in here you stupid. . ."
fortunately for her she didnt get to hear the rest. . .
***
Sark stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
He didnt know why but he suddenly felt older right then, that mysterious little girl had awakened a flurry of unusual emotions for him. . .
Not to mention the fact that
he hadnt eliminated his target and that currently made him dead meat. . .
The door bell rang then and he cautiously peered through the peephole before opening.
His eyes widened as he saw Nadia standing there her hair disheveled and her one cheek suspicously red. . .
"Nadia. . What happened?" he asked worriedly as he drew her into his apartment.
She stared at him for a moment her brown eyes wild with emotion.
"Eric. . .He hit me. . ." she stammered akwardly.
Sark's eyes narrowed.
"That son of a bitch. . ."
"He was drunk. . .Thats probably why he did this. . " Nadia said quickly but Sark shook his head.
"That doesnt make it right. .Nadia you really cant tolerate this anymore."
she stared at him her eyes wide with fear and her lower lip trembling.
"I cant. . .I cant just leave him. . " she mumbled as Sark sighed and led her over to his couch.
He retrieved a ice pack from the kitchen and gently held it to her face.
She moaned slightly in pain and he grabbed her hand tightly.
"Sshh. . .It will hurt at first love." he whispered soothingly.
After a few minutes Nadia leaned back against his chest and looked up into his pale eyes pleadingly.
"Can i stay the night here with you. . . Please?" she whispered.
"Of course you can stay sweet sweet Nadia. ." he murmured adjusting her head so that it rested against his heart.
She closed her eyes gratefully, listening to the steady sound of his heart beat and for the first time in ages she felt truly safe and comforted. . .
Please Review. . . And im hoping to bring the little girl back into the plot soon. . .