Knockin On Heaven's Door - Tagged

[Mark Wilson]

Another day at the office as he called it was drawing to a close that week and finally Mark could see the weekend only a few hours away. The darkness had set in, the street lights flickering illuminating the streets as they drove past. The paramedics had been plagued by false calls all week, people getting up and walking away from a supposed scene. A man down was a guy lying on the floor, taking a look and walking off into the sunset as it were. Now at the end of the week all Mark wanted to do was finish his shift and go home early. He had left home early that morning to try and get a jump on the day but not after arranging a note to push Vanessa to take the kids to her parents.

Out of the city and a safe a place as any, sure he knew he couldn’t break the rules of outright telling her what was going on. No but a note to say working all weekend would be good if you could take the kids to your parents and I’ll call you. Well that said it all didnt it? Mark might have added a joke or teasing sentence to that note but he was worried about what the volume of calls meant. Sure he had been an agent before a paramedic but it didnt stop him from thinking that it was odd.

It was just one of those days though when they hadn’t stopped all day. Calls here and there but luckily nothing that was fake just yet though maybe the kid with half a tree in his arm might have been a good fake call. Still with only a couple of hours left on the clock Mark glanced at his partner for the day, a new guy who was quiet mostly and jumpy but hey they all were when they started right? He had just about brought the coffee cup up to his lips when the dispatch call came in. Man in distress at a suburban address. Just fantastic, no dinner, no coffee that was already cold and another hospital run.
It didnt take long with lights and sirens to get through to the address given though really it seemed far too quiet. No screaming wife or partner outside wanting them to double time it everywhere though it seemed just like any other call when they pulled up to the house. They did their diligence in looking around the outside of the place, before knocking on the door for it to creak open. Sure that was a sign was it not but man in distress call, it could just be someone had opened the door and gone for help?

Careful to make sure everything looked clear before setting foot into the place and calling out paramedics. Mark wished he had a more seasoned paramedic with him, if this was a fake call then sure he would be as annoyed as the rest of the crews but honestly what could he do with any of it. The house was silent with no voices, no talking no nothing other than the creak of the floorboards. That was until the electrics went out and plunged them into darkness. The medic Mark was with grabbed in his direction, Mark had no other choice but to step back in the darkness to steady himself from the hand that almost shoved him.

“Calm dow...” Mark cut off half way through when he heard that click under his foot. He had to have imagined it he thought though suddenly his foot didn’t seem to be on a carpeted floor boards, there was a slight ridge he could feel though he didn’t move an inch. “Get out!” He yelled, “Exactly the footsteps you took to come in, the place is rigged I think.” Those words fell from his mouth like it was just a coffee order as he brought the torch from his pocket and shone it to where they had come into the room. “Go.” He snapped at the junior medic. Just his luck for getting stuck with a new guy he figured as he held onto the bag he had brought with him.

Surprisingly the new guy did go, he heard the panicked voice and the crackle of the radio that he now wished he didnt have as time just seemed to stand still. For a moment all Mark could think was what he should have written as a joke on that note, he should have called Vanessa at lunch when he had those five minutes but instead he had grabbed a sandwich. Mark had no idea what he was standing on as the lights of a squad car blared through the window before finally the lights in the house flickered back on as he heard one of the cops yell the fuse box outside was tripped.

Ambush, he though just breathing right at that moment seemed to be a scary thing to do. He heard words like bomb squad, the run through of the list of possible explosives. The usual culprits there along with ones that he was a little more worried about. If anything being an agent at one time or another made him see just how much crap he had stood in. Did he want to know what it was he was stood on, nope he would rather die without the technical knowledge he knew would only make things worse. The voices continued to talk as sirens blared and the blue and red flashing lights streamed through the windows. He heard the call for cell phones off but his was in his pocket, no way he was reaching for anything as he still had his bag in hand and torch in the other.

Then he heard those words. ‘We’ll call your wife’. “NO!” Mark almost screamed, he didn’t want her anywhere near this not now not ever. If he was going to die then he would do but not with an audience of family. “Anyone makes that call I will kill you myself!” Mark added though he doubted they would listen. He guessed it really was true what they said when life went before your eyes, if anything he now wanted to tell Vanessa everything. If he did die then he would have a lot of explaining to do and not be able to. Time seemed to drag with not much going on, he was stood trying to keep his mind in a sane place though outside seemed to have lost that idea all together. Voices and noise, all just noise as he tried to work out if it was a half hour or one hour he had been stood there not moving despite ever urge to move his leg to simply relieve the ache that was almost certain to start.

His mind tried to rationalise what to do as the more he thought of things from the engineering side the worse it seemed to be. Breathe he thought, just breathe as he tried to find any moment of clarity with the noise outside. He could hear more and more voices, more cops, more explanations, more bomb squad is the other side of town it will be a while. Then came the worst of all, the press.

He could hear the same statements going through his own head, how did they know. Why where they here so far and what the hell was going on today. All of which Mark had no idea but the minute he heard a voice yell ‘was it a paramedic inside’ Mark cringed. He couldn’t let Vanessa get this on the news, maybe she was asleep he reasoned. She had gone to bed and not waited for him to come home but then he hadn’t called her to say he was late anyway as he wasn’t until about ten minutes ago. “My wife, Vanessa... get her on the phone or radio or something. I need to explain. Just make sure she isn’t down here, not within ten miles of this place.” Mark said almost defeated by that though this was his last day and he had done it all wrong.

[Vanessa Wilson]

Many roads to take Some to joy, some to heart-ache

Vanessa was no fool, she knew exactly what went on in the city. She appreciated the heads up that Mark had given her but she was worried. She took the kids to her dad’s but she wasn’t about to stay there. No, given the circumstances she was going to pull on all of the red tape that she could. Actually, pulling the red tape could be all kinds of fun at times. Though this time the worry (like most times) it was worry driven. There would be no red tape by the time she was done with things.

She’d heard the rumours, it wasn’t as if she didn’t talk to the police chief or the others in the justice system. Everyone was on their toes; firefighters, paramedics, and the police (even the feds). The FBI agent and director in her was looking for buttons to push and hoops to jump through. She had pressure on a few people who might sing like canaries by the end of the day. It’s what she was good at doing. None of it was malicious.

Vanessa knew exactly how to listen in on the radio. There was nothing wrong with listening to the scanner. As long as she wasn’t using it for any malicious reasons, there was nothing wrong with it. Some people did it just for fun. Though the amusement never crossed her mind, and when the cop scanner came alive with activity she felt her heart jump. Something wasn’t right.

Then Mark’s voice over the radio waves, clearly destined for the people only just outside of wherever he was. Vanessa curled her fingers across the table reaching for the nearest object to her and hurling it at the wall. The plastic box shattered when it hit the wall sending paperclips and push pins dispersed all over the floor of her office. Not caring that she’d picked up a few on her shoes she was now halfway out the door and kicking most of her office apart. It looked more like a tornado came through than an angry secretary of state.

Her car seemed a mile away, it was just outside of the door. Fumbling she shoved her keys in the door to try and get in and had to make several attempts at the somewhat easy motion. Starting up her engine was just as difficult. Though there was no one to stop her from driving in the panicked induced state she’d just entered.

The drive there had brought her through every wrong turn she could find because she’d been stopped at a red light and trying to maneuver through downtown traffic. Her cell rang at some point by one of the local pd, she’d answered it on her headset somewhere between blaring on a horn and cursing at traffic. Oh the hell she was going to cause when she got the chance. This wouldn’t be the first time Vanessa had to throw weight around the city.

Once she was there, she was stopped by an officer who wouldn’t let her into the perimeter. The female officer handcuffed Vanessa and shoved her into the back of the police car to keep her from going onto the perimeter. Detained. Temporarily detained. Oh how she hated people sometimes. Vanessa hadn’t been able to say a word. Just silent tears streaming down her face.

She wanted in, if it was something Vanessa wasn’t skilled in, it was explosives. Though the words she was hearing being tossed around she understood them. She just leaned back in the back of the cop car and listened. Nothing she wanted to listen. “Mark…” she finally got words out and it was only a name. Vanessa tugged on the cuffs and just laid in the back of the car staring at the roof.

Stark

Tag: Mark Wilson

Wilson

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[Mark Wilson]

Mark hadn’t ever been an overly emotional person, laughing, joking and thinking were his thing but when his foot felt like he had stepped on the end of the world. Sure laughing and joking was the furthest thing from his mind, even thinking wasnt exactly a great idea. Having studied Bio Mechanical engineering his mind was working in places it probably shouldn’t, how best to fix a leg or two if need be. The federal agent in him was trying to this of blast radius versus how likely he was to get out of it and given the choice language used he wasnt sure he was getting out of it anytime soon.

The fake calls made more sense now, right place wrong time and maybe there had been other plans but the medics hadn’t done what they were supposed to. Go figure they would walk into the house and find the trap. He couldn’t think of much to do other than the effort of keeping his weight steady, the bag in his hand and flashlight in the other. Even if phone felt like a dead weight in his pocket. He could have called Vanessa, said he loved her but then he wasnt much of one for a goodbye.

He needed to explain a few things before he went anywhere which was only complicated more by the fact that he couldnt get anywhere to explain anything. It wasn’t a case of ‘honey lets grab a coffee and talk’ not that he would have used those words but right now he wished he had done that way before they had gotten married. He should have told her it all instead now he was stuck with a bomb under his foot and no way to explain a thing. Sure having the entire CPD know would be interesting but Mark didnt want to air his private life out over the radio.

Mark had no idea of the time when he saw one of the guys from bomb squad come through the door, suited to the back teeth in that horrid green mass of bomb proof material Mark shook his head. “Give me a minute.” He said as he took a much needed breath and reached for his radio as he watched the suited guy turn his back for a moment. “Vanessa.” He said not sure if she was there or not, “In fact anyone see’s my wife, I want you to tell her this.” He stated trying to sound confident when he felt anything but.

“I want her to know that I love her and I’m sorry.” Mark said, “I’m sorry for what she will find out, that I love her and all the kids. That I’m sorry I couldn’t get through to Bryce and whatever she knows doesn’t change how much I love her and the kids.” Well it wasnt like he could out and say everything over a radio as he dropped his hand back to his side as he watched the bomb squad offer lift the carpet around the edge slightly. Glancing under it before he muttered something and moved away again.

Honestly people needed to work on their bad news face he figured as he watched the guy move away and out of sight before he was once again alone in that room. Mark grabbed the radio again deciding that if he really was going to die there then he might as well tell the truth. “And tell that guy in the green suit to be honest, not my first day at work... maybe my last but I know bad news when I see it.” Mark stated not entirely sure if Vanessa was there or not but if she was he didnt want her to be upset.

“Oh and add to the list for my wife, sorry I left my underpants on the floor by the laundry basket, not in it. If I don’t make it here, she can’t kill me twice so I’m pretty much okay about that now.” He added hearing a chuckled from the next room. Well he might as well use his list of jokes up as soon as he could just in case.

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[Vanessa Wilson]

Many roads to take Some to joy, some to heart-ache

Hearing Mark on the radio she snapped at the officer standing there to let her have the radio. She was allowed to have it after they unhandcuffed her but she had to stay in the vehicle. They weren’t letting her leave the back of the cop car. Vanessa had no idea what to say. She’d had years of talking over radios and knew exactly where to find the button but it was like things were running in slow motion. The feeling of the radio in her hand was a foreign concept. Lost somewhere in the words she was hearing.

Finally she was able to get a transmission started. “Mark… Don’t sit here and apologize for doing what you do. I love you too.” She had lost a husband in the past and she had gone through the motions of the cops at the door and the notifications. Mark was the light after a second failed and terrible marriage. No, he was still alive and he was still talking to her but he was talking as if… Vanessa gripped onto the seat belt the more he talked the more she didn’t want to listen.

“Everyone wants a pink submarine, a pink submarine.” Yeah she had walked in on that conversation, but never told him she had. Though she chant was meant to lift his spirits it was breaking hers down but that didn’t matter right now. There was something about a guy in a green suit. Vanessa had the urge to run inside but what good would that do for their children? Vanessa had her head back in her FBI work and was still trying to think like them.

Every tick of the clock and she could feel her body wanting to scream and yell. She had tears streaming down her face and all she had for comfort was a radio. The cop that was keeping her in the police car was really on her nerves right now, but she knew the woman was just doing her job. Vanessa closed her eyes and just cried. She couldn’t even think of anything else to say.

Stark

Tag: Mark Wilson

Wilson

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[Mark Wilson]

Mark had never in his life been in this position before, sure not with a bomb on his foot but in not knowing where to start with words. He always had some stupid thing to say, something to laugh about but this wasnt funny. No he was trying not to blow his marriage up, not explode himself and on top of that have a family to go back to if he made it out of any of this alive. Like he had enough to think about he wanted Vanessa to know everything, he needed her to know before someone else told her and put their spin on things.

Sure his family wasnt innocent by any means but Mark had stayed out of it or tried to. His sister and brother in law paid with their lives and surely that was enough. Mark heard her voice and it was all he could do not to cry, not because he was scared which he was but simply because it was a comfort to hear her. “I love you and I am apologizing because I need to. Sorry for stepping in it... literally.” He said laughing a little; yeah this was more like it he thought.

Mark hadn’t really known anyone like Vanessa before, sure there was the first Vanessa that terrified him in the bedroom and then Michael but this Vanessa meant everything to him. He didnt want to lose that at all. The more he tried to explain the less he knew what to say when he heard the pink submarine song, no way she had heard any of that conversation as he practically wanted to fall through the floor in that moment. Mark couldnt help but laugh into the radio as he took a breath.

“You heard that conversation? How much did you hear?” Mark asked her curiously; yeah he probably had a lot more explaining to do once he got out of there if he did. Mark watched the bomb squad guy start to lift the carpet and again and start cutting it away, well whoever house this was they would need to get a new carpet at the very least. He almost felt sorry about it though he could see the mustard yellow curtains and figured that an upgrade was needed given it seemed more a seventies vibe.

Redecorating wasnt his focus he thought shaking the thoughts from his mind. “Hey Vanessa baby, don’t cry okay and if you’re not crying then maybe just one tear and then stop because I need you to listen to me.” He said trying to work out how to even begin things. “I’ve got you your Christmas present; it’s under my socks in the draw.” He stated as he realised that the Harry Winston Jewellery had come from his forget me not collection, ironic now he guessed but the diamond bracelet, earrings and necklace were worth it for her.

“For the kids I’ve not finished yet but what I have is on the top shelf of the wardrobe behind my boxes.” He said regretting that he hadn’t finished that now. “But Vanessa I need you to listen to me, we need to talk and I need a radio channel that is only us. Only us Vanessa because it’s important okay. Can you do that for me please?” He asked her not sure where she was or what position she was in to get anything done but if anyone could it was her.

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[Vanessa Wilson]

Many roads to take Some to joy, some to heart-ache

Vanessa just stared at the backseat of the police car. She focused on the patterns of the sunfaded leather and the little cracks on the back of the seat. Was this some kind of cruel joke for wanting out of an abusive marriage? Was this the consequences of finding someone who loved her unconditionally, without raising a hand to her? Vanessa couldn’t stop thinking like that as she let the tears fall. The handcuff marks on her wrists from being detained itched. The CPD Lieutenant that was staring at her just shook her head. Harland could relate but she wasn’t the type to let it get to her. Vanessa on the other hand looked a sopping wet mess.

“I heard enough of it to know more than I should.” Vanessa came over the radio, but her voice was cracking. It had given to the point she was swallowing words before they would come out. Not cry? Had he lost his mind? The whole talk of the holidays didn’t help matters. She felt like hurling the radio like she’d done many a stapler. Though she realized that was probably not a smart idea, the CPD Lieutenant looked liked she would take that up with any and everyone. It was not easy for her to do much more than now stare at the floor in the back of the car.

The secretary of state bit her lip and curled her fist around the radio. “Consider it done.” The only words that came out of Harland’s mouth were “channel five”. Vanessa repeated it back Mark but what the hell was she going to do from the back of a CPD vehicle. Changing the channel to other radio channel she let the radio lay across the backseat while she cried harder.

One of the other officers brought her a water. He took over watching Vanessa from the Lieutenant. Anything he could say at this point was false hope or seemed moot and premature. All she could do was cling onto the radio and wait for it to crackle back to life.

Stark

Tag: Mark Wilson

Wilson

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[Mark Wilson]

Mark was trying his best not to want to sink into the floor right there and then when he heard that Vanessa knew more than she should. “How much more are we talking here?” He asked her not sure if he wanted to know exactly. Or if he was about to have a lot of explaining to do if he managed to get out of this alive. “You know I love you and I’d never run off with another man right?” He joked trying to gage exactly how much she knew. If it was a shock to her, he could pass off the comment. If she knew then yeah Michael was the first in the firing line.

After all he answered the phone when he shouldn’t have. Mark could hear her voice cracking and that wasnt acceptable. No Vanessa had to be happy, she had been through so much that she deserved to be happy and not in tears. He was doing his best to try and make her laugh but he knew it wasnt exactly a funny situation to be in. Then again laughing was about all he had left to do given that if he moved much he would likely take out the house, himself an the guy that was with him.

Mark heard Vanessa say consider it done and then the channel number as he watched the bomb squad guy change the channel on his radio that hung from his belt. Who knew they got twitchy if you moved much he thought as he heard something about fifteen minutes of privacy before he was going to be back. Great, fifteen minutes to ruin his marriage. Maybe it was easier if his foot did move though he knew that was the worst idea in the world. No explain and hopefully Vanessa would understand.

“Vanessa honey.” Mark said as he tried to at least sound optimistic for her sake. “I’ve apparently got fifteen minutes before they do something here so I need you to listen to me. I love you Vanessa and that will never change no matter what happens or is said.” Mark said regretting that this conversation wasnt happening face to face. At least then he would be able to know when too much was too much.

“First things first, my name isn’t Mark Wilson. It’s Markov Gusev. You can FBI the hell out of that later but right now I know it’s strange right but if I die then there might be a few things that you should know before... anyone else gets hold of it. I just want you to know that I’ve not had anything to do with my father, the firm or my mother either. I kept well away from it all but not far enough.” Mark said as he took a breath wondering if she would say anything to him at all.

Tag: Vanessa Wilson

[Vanessa Wilson]

Many roads to take Some to joy, some to heart-ache

Vanessa bit at her lip. “Does it really matter? It amuses me is all.” She chuckled a little but found herself biting her bottom lip again just to keep from breaking down. The nice thing about the radio was that she could control when she pushed the button down. He didn’t need to hear her crying on the other end. Listening, she was just a right mess. “I love you too. I always have.” Vanessa responded though she was about two seconds away from hurling the radio in her hand, except that it wasn’t her radio and she didn’t want to be in trouble for destruction of property. That was sure to go over well with CPD. Not that she didn’t have the money to replace it, that wasn’t the point of the matter.

Having lost her fist husband Ross to a plane crash, she’d divorced her second husband for being abusive, and now Mark was calling her from inside somewhere about to be blown up. There was no way that Vanessa could hold it together. The happy was gone, She had four children at home who she’d have to put on the smiling face for, even when she wasn’t happy. No there wasn’t happy as the emotions took over.

Each time she heard Mark’s voice she cried harder. “I love you too.” Once she got the river of waterworks slowed she could listen to him and he was saying something about not being Mark. Suddenly the Russian made sense… Vanessa clenched her fist. Her words in Russian came next and they were a bit sharp. “I’m well aware of the Gusev family.” No, she didn’t need her computer this time. It had been her job to know things going on in the agency.

Then he mentioned trying to get well away from it. Of course he had; but it explained a lot. It explained all of the crazy Russian calls she’d been flooded with. “There are some things I was probably never meant to know Mark.” She wasn’t sure if his omission had been to hide things or because he had been trying to protect her. Either way, Vanessa stared at the radio. No, she couldn’t think of anything else to say at this point in time. Right now, she wanted to smack him across the face.

Stark

Tag: Mark Wilson

Wilson

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[Mark Wilson]

“Well I’m glad it amuses someone, I might tell you more about it later.” Mark said enjoying the sound for her chuckling. It felt normal when everything else wasnt normal at all. That mission had been well, it had been a lot of things but still it wasnt like he could talk much about it only if Vanessa knew of it. Which now he knew she did he wasnt sure how much explaining he had to do about that either. “I know but I love you more. Always have.” He said as he took a breath wanting just to leave the house and go to find his wife.

He would have done too but the pesky bomb under his foot prevented him from moving much at all other than his finger on the radio that felt like life itself. Mark knew about the previous husbands and he didnt want to be the third that had deserted her. There were kids and he promised to take care of them all, this wasnt doing that though sure Vanessa would find out she had enough money for the great great grand kids to go to ivy league schools, not work and live lavish life styles if they chose to. Mark just wanted to be around to explain it all to her or it might look bad.

Yeah he knew it would look bad. “Vanessa honey, don’t cry. I don’t want you to be upset. I love you and you’ll be fine.” Mark said knowing better than to add himself into that list just in case. Never make a promise you couldnt keep and he wasnt about to make a promise like that and fail to keep it. Mark winced as he heard the sharp words in Russian. He should have expected that but at least this was over a radio he thought. He couldnt see her face and she couldnt see his, it was maybe the better way to do it.

“Then you know their history and CIA involvement and what they did.” Mark said in Russian hoping no one else understood his side of this at all. “I never wanted you to find out or find out this way but it’s better coming from me than a newspaper or TV cycle.” He said as he closed his eyes hearing the voice of the bomb squad guy mutter about taking his foot off the thing in a few minutes. “My father’s in jail, my mothers missing, my sister and her husband were murdered because of it. They made those choices and were involved with the wrong people. Nina is innocent and doesn’t know any of it. I didnt want to be a part of it and walked away, if it makes me a coward then so be it but my family. They aren’t the family I know.” Mark said trying to explain.

“I just want you to know this because you deserve to know even if I thought I could protect you from it all. I didnt want you to know any of it because it’s not me.” He added, “And then there’s the family fortune. If anything does happen today I want you to know it all goes to you and the kids. You’ll be more than comfortable.” He said knowing that was a lie then again he wasnt going to give an exact amount over the phone but he guessed she would find out if he did die that day. Comfortable was more like loaded. “I never told you because I didnt want you to think that I was part of it, any of it. I was that black sheep called Markov, the one that left to join the navy and disappointed a family who wanted me to join the family firm. That is who I am but not who I am now.” Mark said not sure what else he could say as he was glad he couldnt see Vanessa in that moment.

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[Vanessa Wilson]

Many roads to take Some to joy, some to heart-ache

Vanessa felt her anger growing. Why was it that the men she’d ever married managed to hurt her in one way or another. First Ross had gone and gotten himself killed. Then Glenn had mentally and physically abused her until she was perfect and obedient. Now she found out that Mark had been lying about who he was. Fingers played at the radio button. “That’s the end of this conversation. I don’t want to hear about the Gusev family anymore.” She stated in Russian. Vanessa wished her dad was here to just hold her. But her dad was no longer living. He’d died some months after her second marriage.

“I don’t care about any of that. I care about you getting out alive.” She paused a moment. The radio she had in her hand was blinking on a low battery. “I have to go now. This radio battery is running low. I love you Mark.” She handed the radio back and buried her head in her arms so she could cry harder. Harland did little more than offer her a blanket. Right now, all she felt was alone. Tears streamed down her face and she curled the blanket against her. She didn’t know or care where the blanket had come from, but it was her only comfort right now.

The only thing stopping Vanessa from running into the building after her husband was the four children at home who needed her. Nina, Bryce, Kalena, and Roger were all she had. No. She told herself that Mark was going to make it out of this alive. He had to right? He was a paramedic, that was supposed to be a safer job then when he had a badge and gun. She’d been so relieved when she’d heard that he was taking a paramedic job once they’d gotten to Chicago and now look where things were. Vanessa punched the glass of the window on the cop car. Shaking her hand out she had forgotten that it didn’t give so easily. Not that she had wanted to have to pay to replace it.

Harley just quirked a brow and then shook her head. Stupid woman.

Stark

Mark Wilson

Wilson

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[Mark Wilson]

Mark hadn’t intended to hurt Vanessa at all, far from it he wanted to protect her from what he knew. He knew what Glen had done to her and Ross had died which couldnt exactly be helped given his job choice. It was why he had agreed to do something less dangerous when they moved to Chicago. A paramedic, he knew the job and he wasnt getting shot at. There was no federal nonsense and it was supposed to be a safe job. One to come home to his family from though now he wasnt even sure if he had one to go home to right about now.

“Vanessa.” Mark said hearing her Russian, she didnt want to hear about it. Well he was trying to explain it to her, trying to work it all out so she could understand and not jump to the worst conclusions. “I want to get out alive but I want you to know I love you and know that my name doesn’t change what I feel or want.” Mark stated, which was true. Wilson or Gusev, he didnt care at all because he loved Vanessa and the children. Family was his life now and that suited him fine. When Vanessa said she had to go Mark felt his heart sink.

He didnt want her to go, go implied go. Go implied end and end implied a lot of bad things right now. “I love you too Vanessa.” He said glancing up toward the ceiling in an attempt to keep whatever sanity he had left together. Mark could see the bomb squad guy fiddling at his feet before he nodded. A nod, what the hell did that mean? “You can take your foot off now.” The guy said as Mark shook his head. Take his foot of the only think keeping him alive right now, he wasnt stupid. No way he was taking his foot off that bomb at all.

“No.” He stated and even if he could have moved his foot, Mark knew his legs felt like jelly so standing up wasnt going to be much of an option if he moved. Mark watched as the bomb squad guy got up from his knees, the man was far too close to him for comfort as he felt the sudden force against his chest. The two hands shoved him into the middle of the living room as he held his breath expected to be hit by the explosion. He had closed his eyes for at least ten seconds as he caught the tail end of the bomb squad guy walking out with the guts of the bomb that had been at his foot.

Mark could see the hole in the floor where it had been, the wires that were still poking through to the mechanics of something but the muttering he could hear was an all clear for the house. It wasnt until then that he felt his legs give way as he sat on the floor trying to breath steadily. He didnt even have strength to walk outside to Vanessa. Did he even have a wife now? After everything he had just admitted, did he have a family to walk out to which had him hesitating in going anywhere. He felt like he was frozen to the spot on the floor. Mark didnt scare easily but this, this was too much even for him to see the funny side of it for the moment as he sat on the floor gasping for breath. He could hear the clapping outside and his radio ask when he was coming out but Mark could barely talk.

“Need a minute.” Mark said his voice cracking over the radio as he stayed right where he was. He could feel his whole body shaking as he felt ill. This wasnt a normal day, this wasnt a normal call. It felt off from the get go but he hadn’t listened to himself, the cop didnt listen to the medic and it got him here. A heap on the living room floor of a house he didnt even know. Mark tried to pull off his radio that felt like it was strangling him, it couldnt be further from the truth but the more urgently he tried to take it off the more his hands shook and were unable to do it as he could feel himself panicking.

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[Vanessa Wilson]

Many roads to take Some to joy, some to heart-ache

The moment Harland turned her back Vanessa made a run for the building. No, she was pushing people over and didn’t even care that she was doing it. She entered into the house just in time to hear his voice over one of the other radios. She didn’t listen to anything anyone told her and they threatened to take her out of the building. Vanessa saw her husband panicking and pulling at his radio. She came over and unclipped it off his shirt and gently pushed him against the wall.

Her eyes were red and tear stained from everything but that didn’t stop her from speaking firmly to him. “Look at me Mark. I need you to calm down.” She grabbed hold of his shaking hand and just pulled him into a hug. Vanessa could feel anger at the person who did this and her FBI senses kicked in. No, she was going to be making more than a few calls. Thomas Voight topped her list. She was pretty sure that the guy was now the top of the field office. Vanessa ran her hands over Mark’s for the moment.

Hugging Mark close to her she put her lips to his forehead and let the tears fall. She just held onto him. He’d promised her a safer job, and he had one but now look how things had gone. Vanessa bit on her bottom lip as she continued to just hold onto Mark. Right now she didn’t want to let go, she still had the handcuffs dangling off of one wrist where Harley had restrained her earlier.

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[Mark Wilson]

Mark wasnt usually the panicking sort of guy, he was calm, cracking jokes and the world could fall apart on him and it didnt change. Until today, until he was trying to work out how much he had lost and what he could do about it. The radio was his first real issue, his hands were shaking too much to hold it or to loosen the belt that held it to him. It wasnt until he felt someone elses hands there unclipping it off his shirt that he noticed it was Vanessa. “No... you can’t.” He was about to protest at her even being in the house though he found himself pushed against the wall.

He could see her tear stained eyes and that only made his panicking worse. He had done that to her and despite him looking directly at her. He was still gasping for breath as he stared at Vanessa. Even with a bomb under his foot he had a joke but now, no he was all out of anything funny because he didnt even expect that she would be there. He thought she would have made a run for it, by the time he got home there wouldn’t be anyone there and... his mind was off and running at a hundred miles an hour as he felt her hands over his.

Paramedic was supposed to be safe, this wasnt safe. This wasnt remotely safe. It felt like he was frozen for a moment until he felt her lips against his forehead. Yes he was still panicking and his hands were still shaking but his breathing had slowed from what it had been. He wrapped his arms around her for a moment as he noticed the cuffs dangling off one wrist. “Vanessa, I’m sorry.” Mark said practically trying to squash her into him. No he didnt want to let her go at all. “I... please don’t cry... please don’t.” He almost begged her hating to see her upset.

He had tried to do the right thing the right thing in getting her away from the husband that had been awful to her. He loved her and now he had hurt her which hadn’t been his intention at all. Mark let go of the hug for a moment as he reached for the free handcuff dangling from her wrist as he attached it to himself. “Please don’t go, please.” He pleaded wondering when she would chose to turn tail and leave, after all it wasnt the conversation of ‘oh yeah there’s a pony in the garage for you’. With his free arm Mark wrapped it back around her as he kissed her forehead for a moment.

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[Vanessa Wilson]

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Vanessa couldn’t help but want to slap sense into him over her tears. “I almost lost you.” Emotions were running high and she was hardly going to be all smiles. “I think I should get a pass on this one.” She needed to let it all go. All she could do was hold him. Even as he cuffed the two of them together. Maybe he’d not really thought about what he’d just done but she knew as soon as it clicked there was going to be 100 questions as to why she was in handcuffs. “I love you” She managed out through tears as she leaned on his shoulder.

“I’m your wife Mark, for better for worse. I’m not going anywhere.” She’d been through so much worse in her life. If someone tried to target her or Mark for who he was, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d been threatened. Hell she’d been tortured for less. Vanessa leaned into him when he pulled her closer to him. She was going to say something when he clicked the handcuffs in place.

Right now all Vanessa wanted was to go home and find out who set this. Vanessa had an important call to Thomas Voight to make about the people who did this. She just laid on Mark’s shoulder as he held her. No, she wanted to get out of this house. The one thing she wanted was safety in her own house where there wasn’t any trip wires to worry about. Clearly, safe jobs weren’t a thing.

∵ Mark Wilson ∵

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[Mark Wilson]

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MY FIRST MY LAST

and my everything

Mark didnt much care about losing himself, then again if he had gone anywhere he wouldnt really have known much about it. “Have I lost you?” Mark asked not sure what Vanessa thought or really if he wanted to know that right now but he did want to know that she was there. Which she was as he tried to smile. “I’d give you a pass any day, I just don’t want you to be upset. I hate to see you cry.” Mark replied trying to explain but then again his brain want functioning as he wanted it to.

Vanessa hadn’t a clue how much what she had said meant to him. Sure he was upset, shaking and not really working as he normally might but then he hadn’t exactly had the best of days. It took him a moment to look at the handcuffs, he was used to putting them one people but his wife. Since when did she wear handcuffs? Holding her to him Mark wasnt sure what to say or in what scenario that handcuffs might have had to have been used on his wife. “Vanessa.” He said just relieved that he wasnt screaming her name as she drove off and left him.

“Vanessa, baby why are you in handcuffs?” Mark asked still holding her and enjoying the feeling of her against his shoulder. Two minutes ago he never thought it would have been possible for that to happen at all. Today was great for a few reasons, for one Vanessa was there and two she knew the truth about him. It wasnt perfect and yes if he could have hidden it longer he would have done but it wasnt like he could just up and say it all.

“And who handcuffed you?” Mark asked a moment later, “I don’t understand... are you alright?” Mark asked her starting the feel the panic set in again as he ran a hand over her side to try and check that she was alright. No he swore if anyone had hurt her then he would make sure they paid for that. The one thing you didnt do was hurt Vanessa, even though he knew he had done. Mark wanted to leave the house but he wasnt even sure if he feet worked anymore, he was still shaking and the fact that Vanessa was there with him. He couldnt care where they were as long as they were together.

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