Angie Malone jerked violently out of her formerly peaceful sleep. She was a little disoriented, and looked around quickly, trying to readjust to her surroundings. When it dawned on her where she was, she relaxed, took a deep breath, and realized it was all a dream. Damn. It'd been a while since she had had that nightmare. Not since before she had moved to Miami the first time.
It was a little unsettling, but she brushed it off. She was getting ready to roll over and go back to sleep, when her alarm sounded next to her. Four AM. She had a seven AM flight out of Miami, and with airport security the way it was, she had an hour before she had to be at the airport. She pushed the covers aside, and made her way into the living room. She was surprised when she spotted a familiar looking mass on her couch. She knew it was early for him, but she had absolutely no qualms with waking him up.
"Eric? What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, rubbing his stomach softly.
"It was late. Your place was closer than mine," Eric Delko replied, rubbing his eyes softly before rolling over to face away from her.
"Could have slept in the guest room."
"Didn't want to wake you up."
"Sleep in the guest room anyway," she sighed, "You're gonna kill your back if you keep sleeping on my couch." She rolled him over and pulled on his arm. "C'mon. Up." She helped him to his feet, into the guestroom, and down onto the bed. She pulled off his shoes, made sure he was comfortable.
"Why are you up so early?" he asked, as she started to leave.
"I've got an early flight," she replied, "Got some business in LA I need to take care of."
"Mmm," he mumbled, "Have a safe trip."
"Lock the door behind you when you leave, OK?" she sighed before finally leaving the room. She hated it when he did this. True, she had told him she didn't mind him crashing at her place. Being around him wasn't what she hated. It was the strained conversation. The attempts at being friendly, that weren't really working.
Angie had lost the baby about a year and a half ago. Seven months in, she had gone into premature labor, and the doctors had done everything they could, but the baby's lungs hadn't formed properly, and the little girl basically suffocated. It had hit both of them hard, but Angie seemed to have taken it harder than she should have.
Before all this happened, she and Eric were together, but they were still just trying to see if things worked. But afterwards, Angie just closed herself off, shut him out, and that was when the fighting started. They wound up going their separate ways, but since they were still co-workers, they had to be civil with each other, and the fact that they weren't together made that aspect of their relationship easier.
"OK," he mumbled before closing his eyes and going back to sleep. She then stumbled her way to the shower, getting ready to start her day.
Ryan Wolfe flipped open his cell phone when the shrill ringing drove him from his sleep. It couldn't have been dispatch. Not this early. Besides, day shift had the day off. He rolled his eyes when he saw who it really was, and then he answered. "Wolfe."
"Hey, you actually answered," Angie sighed, "I was expecting it to go to voicemail."
"Well, when it wakes you up, you might as well," he sighed, collapsing back on the pillows, "What do you want?"
"While I'm in LA, I'm sending you on a mission," she replied.
"What's in it for me?"
"The satisfaction of doing something nice for someone else?"
"Gonna have to do better than that, Malone," he replied, rubbing his eyes.
"And I'll never call you papí again?"
"What about Valera?"
"I'll talk to her."
He weighed his options for a second before agreeing. He had to admit he was curious. "What is it?"
"I know that Delko is dating someone, and I know that it's someone within the lab," she sighed, "But I don't know who. Think you could find out for me?"
"Isn't this more up Valera's alley?" Ryan asked.
"Delko knows that if you don't want people to know something, you keep your mouth shut around Valera. Please Ryan?"
"Why do you care? You're not with him anymore."
"I'm a jealous bitch," she replied quickly, "Please?"
"Alright, I'll do it," Ryan sighed, "How long are you going to be gone for?"
"Till the end of the week. Not enough time?"
"I'll do my best," he sighed, "I can't promise anything."
"Thanks, Ryan," she sighed, "I owe ya one." As she hung up, Ryan knew that Angie was in a very strange place right now. It was only a matter of time before all things came to a head.
In Los Angeles...
Ivan Alexandrov sat behind the Plexiglas window and stared at the man across from him. His lawyer. Alexandrov couldn't stand the man, but the slimy man did serve a purpose, and he was about to make use of it.
"You really haven't called me here to try and get your case appealed?" Harry Hornbutt said from the other side.
"No, haven't, Goddamnit," the criminal sighed, his Russian accent thickening with his frustration, "I need you to go to the FBI building in Los Angeles, ask for Agent Donald Edwards and arrange a meeting between myself, and Agent Angela Malone."
"But is that really wise, Ivan?" Harry asked, "Arranging a meeting with the agent who put you away?"
"He will do it," Alexandrov replied, "He knows that I am not going to hurt her. Please, Harry. For once in your miserable life, or at least for once in mine, do this for me."
The other man took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Alright, Ivan. I'll see what I can do. Sure you don't want to appeal this case? Before it's too late?"
"I shot him, Harry," Alexandrov sighed, "I killed the federal agent. Hell, I pleaded guilty. By law, it means I should be executed. And I'm going to accept this punishment."
"Well, it was good knowing you Ivan," Harry sighed, before pushing away from the glass, and the guard got ready to take Alexandrov back to his death row cell.
Summary: (Sequel to "Lost") Angie's brings the chapter of her life before Miami to a close, while dealing with her own inner demons. It's kind of dark for me. I tried to make it believeable.
AN: thanks anyone who e-mailed me and let me know about the meaning of 'sestrichka'. i'm using it in the flirty sense, not the sister sense.