There Must Be A Mistake Ch. 13

"I really like Jennifer."

"I do too, but don't get to use to it, because I'll cut your balls off as long as I'm pregnant."

"Why do you always have to ruin everything?"

Delicious got up on her toes and kissed him. "I just wanted you to remember it was me."

"Trust me little one, I will never forget it's you. I fought every demon in hell to catch you. Now that I finally have you as my wife, I am never letting you go."

"Remember Gray, until you take one more thing of mine, I can still get an annulment."

"Does anyone have handcuffs?"

"Jayden and Logan raised their hands."

"Do you want to reconsider that last remark?"

"Why," she winked her eye at him, "what do you intend to do with those handcuffs?"

Gray squeezed her hand until his fingers dug into his palms. "Please be good, it's only 1:30 P.M., and it's a long time until midnight."

"Does the thought of me trussed up in chains turn you on dear?"

"It doesn't have to be chains Delicious. Dental floss would do. The thought of you stretched out, and suspended 6 feet above the floor would keep me happy for a century."

"Doctor Grayson Thyme, you are a masochist."

"No dear, I'm a dreamer."

***********

"Logan, this is Sidney; the unsub continued straight, after you turned into the building complex. I'm going to stay with him to see where he leads me."

"All right Sidney, don't pick a fight with them."

"You got that right boss."

"Joseph leave your cell phone on; take Alan with you, and sweep the apartment before we come up."

"You got it."

"Let's throw the tennis ball around Gordon. Delicious, Gray, you, Montgomarie, and me. Everyone else, 20 foot Box perimeter outbound."

Gordon said, "Delicious is going to ruin it. She doesn't know how to throw the ball right. She's going to throw it like a girl."

"Gordon if you are not nice to me I'm going to tickle you. When I'm finished tickling you, then I'm going to spank you."

"You're not going to do either of those things to me. You're not allowed to run, otherwise your brains will fall out."

"I can wait until I get better."

"That's not fair. I will have to watch out for you every day."

"Isn't that just terrible."

"Can we call a truce instead?"

"Are you going to be nice to me?"

"Do I have to be nice all the time?"

"No, I wouldn't expect you to be nice all the time. That wouldn't be any fun."

"Okay, I agree. Do you want to shake on it or just wave."

"Let's shake, it's more formal."

Gordon approached his sister very carefully. He put out his right hand, and she accepted it into hers. They moved it up and down twice, and then she pulled him into her grasp.

"I have you little man, now I'm going to tickle you."

Gordon was about to step on her toes when she lifted him off the ground. He screamed, "That's not fair, it was my only defense against your trick."

Delicious said, "Here's another trick you didn't expect." She gave him a big kiss right on his mouth, and let him go.

"Is that how Gray keeps you quiet? I don't understand why; all it does is make your mouth wet. Wait, don't tell me, 'I'll understand when I get older."

Gray walked up behind her, and took Delicious into his arms. "Sometimes Gordon, I think your older than all of us."

"I know."

"If my dad didn't tell me that little imp was going to get us where we are going, I would kick him there right now."

"Baby, if you did that you would be in the hospital with a broken foot, and miss our appointment."

"With all that's going on, do you really think it's going to happen?"

"I have already started praying."

"There is a prayer for having sex?"

"Men, especially married men, pray for it every night."

"If all my friends at school are having sex with their boyfriends as often as possible, what changes when they get married?"

"Life gets in the way. Sometimes people don't know how to deal with it. Instead of becoming closer, and helping one another through the ordeal, they seal themselves off and isolate themselves. That's why the divorce rate is so high. It's also the reason you find so many former married couples having sex. They remember why they were so compatible before they got married, and without that piece of paper binding them together, they're free to have sex whenever they want."

"We can go upstairs now, the apartment is clear."

"Do we have access to 'B'?"

"Our people are already inside it."

"Did they check our walk-in closets in 'A'?"

"They always check everywhere."

"Are you sure?"

"Why?

Don't ask."

"Why not?"

"Because she will ask me."

"Ask you what Gray?"

"If they had checked our walk-in closets carefully, because of all the clothes that are in there. Someone very short could hide in there very easily, and I don't want anyone surprising us later. Jayden is having Joseph check it again just to be safe."

"You promised never to lie to me."

"I said 'almost never', and you can ask Jayden if that's not what we talked about."

"Why did my wedding day have to turn out to be so shitty?"

"What's been so wrong with our wedding day so far? We took a delightful ride from the hospital to the restaurant. We had a wonderful lunch at Wendy's. You made a tramp out of yourself; made out with a strange man in front of your husband, while he held your breast. And you kissed your brother, while we waited to go up to our apartment. It seems almost on the boring side of normal to me. Before you answer, sensor it, because our little person is still here."

"I was just going to remind you that the strange man, who was holding my breast, was wearing a wire, and recording every word we were saying. He was also following us everywhere we went. We are not that interesting a group of people normally. If we were to walk into a mall no one would recognize us. We are not on the cover of any of the magazines shouting we took nude pictures of ourselves and posted them on the web saying, "Whoops I didn't mean to do that." We are a group of scientists who keep to ourselves and are building something so revolutionary that only another group of scientist could be interested. They don't have it, they are 50 years behind in the research we currently have. Guess what, they want it, and to get it, they want to steal us. If they take Gordon, you and I they have 75% of the brain trust. My father would do anything to keep them from hurting us. I just used that word again, didn't I. That's why I hate it so. He would do anything to keep us from being hurt, even if he had to give them the Holy Grail to do it."

"I am amazed. My wife has just given me a very cogent and cohesive argument in a manner that could be delivered at any scientific symposium. She did not scream, holler, yell or use bad language. I think I'll keep her." Gray's mouth surrounded hers until Montgomarie said, "You are going to give my ward improper thoughts. Let's go upstairs where we can sequester you in a separate room, and turn the air conditioning on. You two are starting a heat wave."

Gordon said to his guardian, "Monty, don't worry about them, in a few minutes they'll be arguing, and everything will return to normal."

Gray took the marriage license out of his pocket and showed it to Gordon. He said, "Do you know what this piece of paper says? It says we cannot argue, not even a little bit for the first 10 years of our marriage, or our first six children, whichever comes first. After that we are allowed one argument per year. What do you think about those apples young man."

"Delicious asked me that same thing when she found out mom was going to have a boy. Delicious said, "What do you think about those apples?" Now you're asking me about your being married, your children, and your ability to argue. Then you ask me the same question, "What do you think of those apples?" What do apples have to do with anything, I don't particularly like apples, except when they're in pies."

Thankfully the elevator was not soundproof, because the decibel level of the laughter inside would have deafened everyone.

***********

Although there were no buildings as tall the building they were in for at least a quarter mile, they had Gordon look down, and outside the window several times, just in case someone was checking to see if they were actually inside the apartment.

Delicious lay down and took a nap, without having to be ordered to do it. Gray was amazed when she did it voluntarily, and did not fight over having to do it.

At 6 PM, dinner for the three primaries, and their six security agents arrived from their favorite Italian restaurant. It was delivered by a middle-aged man, in clothes at least one size too large for him. He was very affable, with a cheerful manner. As he was leaving, he thanked them for the generous tip he received.

There were three things he could not hide from the sharp eyes of the agents: His expensive haircut, the way he surveyed the rooms with his eyes, and his very expensive black cross training shoes. He was wearing the same type shoes they wore.

It's always the little things that give you away.

Logan used his private cell phone to call the mobile command post.

"They just did a reconnaissance run, look for spotters in the area and seal them in."

"Roger."

The middle of July is not normally oppressively hot, but this July 14 had been a scorcher. A 92° July day in Denver Colorado is like 120° day in Death Valley California. Coloradans are not ready for it yet, they need air-conditioning. Apparently so did the people watching the apartment Gray and Delicious lived in. The exhaust coming from their engines in the dark night sky made them stick out like sore thumbs.

As the pairs of agents spotted the unsubs, they walked slowly past the car, on opposite sides, sprayed an epoxy substance between the area of the door opening, and the frame of the vehicle. As they continued walking they dropped steel spikes by the front tires, which would puncture them, rendering the car useless. The person or persons inside would be trapped. The only way they could get out of the vehicle would be by climbing out the windows. If their mission depended on timing, that would be out the window also.

When dinner was finished and everyone briefed and re-briefed on what was going to happen, they took Gordon and moved him to apartment 'B.' Under no circumstances was he going to be in the line of fire. It was the first time anyone had ever seen him show fear. He did not want to let go of Montgomarie.

"Don't worry sweetie, I'll be back before you know it."

"Promise?"

"I will never tell you a lie. If I tell you you're going to die, you're going to die. If I tell you I'm coming back, I'm coming back. Okay."

"I don't like the first part."

"Neither do I, so I won't let it happen. Stay with Tawny, she will protect you just like I do."

*******

"Please don't give me the lecture about the lock. I promise I will double lock it."

"You are thinking about the wrong lecture Miss Delicious. This is a different one. The speaker is by the front door. You and Mister Gray are in the back bedroom. Six of us will be between you and them. Eight more will be in Apartment 'B' attacking from the rear. Two teams of six each will be on the 15^th stairwells. Unless they are bringing in army, they will be outnumbered, and in a confined space. Your job is to listen to what they say, and answer them. When they think you're trying to stall them they will try to blow the door. Team B will attack before that happens."

*********

As they left the building, they did so loudly. "Whoever thought we'd get a whole night off, because the little bitch got married, and she doesn't want us to hear her getting laid. Does she think it would be our first time?"

"Hell, it wouldn't be like that time in Boston, where that guy had us in the room with that broad to make sure she didn't kill him while he was screwing her."

They spoke by their cars for a few minutes, decided on what times they would arrive the following morning, and then drove away into the night.

The spotters dutifully called in the passage of the vehicles noting their high rate of speed.

20 minutes passed and nothing moved, or at least it looked like nothing moved. Even trained agents can be distracted for a moment or so by a few scantily clad young women wobbling by, carrying beer cans in their hands.

As their eyes wavered one way, black clad men scurried through the night to get back to University Towers unseen, and unheard. As soon as both teams were accounted for, they split up, went to the North and South stairwells and proceeded to the 15^th floor, and to the basement, unseen.

At 8:30PM the lights in Penthouse 'A' turned off, one at a time. Soon only the light on was in the master bedroom, and even it began to dim.

Three vans moved up to the building at 8:45PM; two in the front and one to the rear.

A man got out of the front van carrying a clipboard. The concierge unlocked the front door for him.

"I'm sorry sir, we don't allow deliveries after 7 PM."

"You will for us," he said as he pressed the stun gun against his neck.

The concierge fell to the floor unconscious. He was tied up, gagged, and thrown behind a couch.

"Let's move," he yelled into his walkie-talkie.

A total of 18 men poured out of the three vehicles. Four formed a perimeter in the back, and another four in the front of the building.

Jayden said, "Call the police, tell them there are eight armed people in front and behind University Tower, and at least eight more going inside. The perimeter guards is one thing we didn't account for."

He updated the two defense teams inside to expect a maximum of 10 coming up by elevator.

The twins, Ted and Ed were at the control board watching the elevators rise, watching for any intermediate stops. There was none. 30 seconds after the elevators stopped on the 16^th floor, and the doors did not close automatically, they cut the power.

The man with the clipboard rang the bell to Penthouse 'A'. No one responded. After 30 seconds he rang it again multiple times.

Delicious waited a few moments and then said into the microphone, "Who the hell is it?"

"We have a wedding present for Mister and Mrs. Grayson Thyme."

"Leave it at the fucking door we're busy."

"I'm sorry ma'am I can't do that. You have to sign for it."

"Leave it with the concierge. Let him sign for it. Go away dammit leave us alone."

"Ma'am, all you have to do is sign, we've already been paid, you don't have to tip us or anything."

"Do I have to paint a picture for you as to what my husband and I are doing on our wedding night. Go away, and stop bothering us or I'll call the police."

"As you wish ma'am."

"Set the charges, let's blow this fucking door, and get them out of here. This is taking too long."

They never heard or looked behind them to see the door to Penthouse 'B' open.

With three men laying prone, three men in kneeling position, and two men standing with automatic weapons pointed at them, when they said 'Drop Your Weapons, and Put Your Hands In The Air, the three that didn't were dead as they spun around.

The man with the explosives detonator in his hand, had a bullet go through his wrist, rendering the hand useless.

"Sydney let's kill all of them except the guy with the clipboard. He's the leader; he's the one who will have a heart-to-heart with the boss."

"You know no one gets to see the boss. Are you going to be the one that takes his eyes out?"

"It wouldn't be the first time I did it. The last time, I was a little overeager, and I caused brain damage. The boss almost had a heart-to-heart with me over that mistake."

"Yes, but your heart would've gone to good use to a sick patient waiting for donor."

"Plastic ties, wrists and elbows, Mister clipboard and Mister explosives come with us, the rest of them go to the police. Put their hoods on now."

***********

The police came at once, and from every direction, including the air.

The four man front perimeter team tried to escape by entering the building. Unfortunately for them, Ted locked the front door, released the concierge and moved him to safety in the basement of the building. The four man rear perimeter team tried the same tactic but Ed locked the back door. When they realize they were surrounded by the police, both teams gave up without a fight.

When it was safe, the concierge opened the front door of the building for the police and asked to speak to the person in command. He was directed to Sergeant Fowler.

"Sergeant there are many men in this building who helped foil this attempted kidnapping. They are holding the men who tried to do this to our tenants captive on the 16^th floor. They would like to bring the five living men down for you to process. They want to know how you want to work this?"

"Is that asshole Jayden up there?"

"I can ask."

As he hung up the house phone the concierge said, "Your cell phone is about to ring."

"Hi Sarge, did I interrupt dinner this time?"

"I am going to keep you out of the city limits of Denver for the rest of your life. I have never worked this hard in my entire life. What have you gotten yourself into this time?"

"I'd rather talk to you face-to-face if you wouldn't mind."

"Sure come on down."

"I can't come down, I'm 40 feet behind you."

Sergeant Fowler turned around, he looked into the darkness and said, "There's nothing 40 feet behind me."

"Sometimes it pays to be black. I'm going to walk straight towards you, please tell your men not to shoot."

Sergeant Fowler didn't see him until he was 20 feet away, and only then because the lights of the building started to reflect off the netting covering his face.

"You look really pretty Jayden, Halloween is not until the end of October."

"The guys we were expecting tonight were not here for that type party Sarge. They were after three top-notch scientists, and they didn't care who they killed to get to them. They had an explosives expert who was just about to blow their door in when we stopped it. Do you want us to bring the five captives down, or do you want to go upstairs with a team to see what's going on. You're going to need the coroner the three of them."

"Let me take a team upstairs before the Lieutenant gets here and start fucking things up."

"You're also going to need to send a few men around with my people to find some stolen cars. People may still be in them, or not, but their doors won't open, and their front tires are flat. They were the spotters for this group, and we kept them out of the fray. One more thing, everyone's going to be off the 16^th floor by 11:30 PM. That's not a request, that's my job. If I have to throw the detectives off the roof to prove I mean business, I will."

"Should I ask why?"

"You can ask, but it is my job to keep quiet about it. Take my word that everybody is going to be off that floor at 11:30 PM, including the coroner."

"Well since I owe you a very nice weapons and drug bust next to the jewelry store, I think I can work that out for you."

"Thanks Sarge."

"Oh, I'm going on vacation the first week in August, and I'll be back on the 20^th. If you have another party like this planned, would you do it between those dates please."

"I'll work on it Sarge."

The detectives were told, not asked, they were told to wrap up their interviews with Doctor and Mrs. Thyme before 11:30 PM. If they had any further questions, arrange them for later in the week. Gordon was reunited with Montgomarie, and taken safely home. Five of the perpetrators were taken to jail, and booked on weapons possessions charges and attempted kidnapping. Kidnapping is a federal crime, and they were transferred into the waiting arms of the FBI. Shelby's men spent several wonderful weeks speaking with them under less than optimal conditions. It seemed the air-conditioning was out in that particular wing of the prison. The captives kept asking about the other two men that were part of the assault team.