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CH CHAPTER 6

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THE ROOM was dark, and empty, and Justin's eyes were even open. He knew that he was tied in a chair, and he knew that his nose and mouth were bleeding.

Suddenly, the dark room was flooded in light, and his eyes burned from the adjustment.

Chris stepped from the shadows. "Hello, 'J.R.' " He examined the bruises on Justin's eyes. "Where's my step-daughter?"

"I don't know..." Justin managed to say.

Chris punched Justin in the nose. "Where the heck is my step-daughter?!?"

"I... said... 'I don't know'." Justin growled through clenched teeth.

Chris punched Justin in the stomach.

***

JC was standing by the window for the second day in a row, staring out it with tears in his eyes. They were not of pain, nor of sorrow. They were of complete happiness. He'd never been so happy in his entire life.

When he had discovered that his friends Lance and Justin had somehow become spies, he was forced to become a spy himself and sever all ties with his family. Despite the fact that he had Justin and Lance, and discovered a second father in Lance's father, he had been unbearably lonely. Sure, he'd had a few minor romances around the world, but either he couldn't tell them the truth, or they had gotten killed before he'd had the chance to really know them. But other than that, Joshua Chasez, code name JC, was a desparately lonely man. When he had left his family, he told them he was leaving to become a traveling salesman. He was allowed one phone call per month from the spy agency, just to say that he was fine. Spying was a lonely road. That's why every spy at the Jive Agency was taught never to get involved, in any way, with anyone. They were taught that they'd either have to leave them or let them die. He didn't want her to die. And he certainly didn't want to leave her. And that's what he'd been thinking about since 6 am. He'd been standing there for four and a half hours. He felt like he'd taken advantage of the girl. After it was all over, she'd either be dead or he'd have to leave her. He could not let her die, but he could not bear to leave her. She was much more than a mere girl, that he knew. She was barely 16 years old, and she had the maturity level of a 30-year-old. And he loved her completely. Mind, heart, body, and soul. He had never loved a woman that way. He thought he had loved Bobbee that much, but he had only been fooling himself.

"JC?"

"Hmm?"

He turned to see his true love, sitting up in the bed, staring at him.

"You've been standing there a really long time, haven't you?" she asked. "I've been awake for an hour." He nodded. "What's wrong, darling?"

"I've been thinking about last night." He took a breath. "Heather, I took advantage of you."

"No. You didn't." she said. "We... we both wanted that."

"Heather... have you ever thought about what's gonna happen after this is over? After I nail Chris and Joey? You could be dead. Or you'd be alone, cause I'd have to leave you. And I don't want either of those things to happen!" He broke into tears. "My profession doesn't allow love, romance... none of it!"

"And what's your profession?" She was in tears, now, too.

"Baby, I..." He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He reopened them and stepped closer to the bed. "I'm a spy." It was tinier than a whisper, but she heard it.

"Y-You are?" She asked.

"Yes, baby. I put your life in danger. And it's still in danger." he said it simply, and he gulped.

"Well, if I'm going to die, this is how I want to die: in love with the most wonderful man I've ever met. This is how I want to die: in the arms of the one person I have loved most in my short life span. If I'm going to die, I want to die in your arms. And darling, that's where I'll be." She let out a ragged breath. "And if I'm going to die soon, I want this to be one of my last moments..." She pulled him down onto the bed beside her, and with her lips begged him to discover her secret self just once more, before either of them were to vanish, into the darkness.

***

"You were seen with her, you jackass!" Chris cried.

"I've only met her the one time." Justin said, through badly wounded lips. "I don't know where she is!"

"You're lying, you rotten little S.O.B.!" Chris yelled, then spit in Justin's face.

***

A few hours later, JC was sitting on the bed in he and Heather's room going through the folder he had taken from Chris and Danielle's room while Heather was in the shower.

"'If Japan doesn't comply to out demands by April 20th, we shall send a missile there. They shall believe that it is from the US, because my main company is there.' " JC read aloud. "' Wait a minute... April 20th..." He gasped. " That's tomorrow."

Suddenly, his cell phone rang out.

"Chasez."

"Josh... help me."

"Ms. Harless! What's wrong?" he exclaimed. His friend's mother sounded frantic.

"Josh... they have Justin." she sobbed.

"WHAT?!?" he cried.

"They figured out he was a spy, and thought he had something to do with Heather Thomas's disappearance." She gulped. "They're holding him hostage, Josh."

"Don't worry, Ms. Harless. I'm on it." He promised. "Goodbye."

"Who was that?" Heather asked, coming into the room.

"Ms. Harless."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Heather, it's time." He took a breath. "We have to go into the war zone."