then use them to keep everyone else away from where we're talking to her."
"Sounds like a plan destined to get us thrown in jail," he muttered rubbing a hand over his short red hair.
"Won't be the first time and I'm pretty sure it won't be the last," Mikhail smiled slowly. "Hell, at least jails in the States come with toilets and benches."
"Shut up," Gareth said before he nodded, "Let's do it." Turning to face the room he moved to the table and looked around, "Boys, we have a shitty plan that has jail time written all over it. Who's in?" like he even had to ask.
Chapter Five
“Look, seriously Michael. No.” Daisy said with frustration once more. “I mean it. Ask me out again and I will report you to HR. I mean it this time.” Her fuse was seriously short with the janitor. She was exhausted and ready to just go home, curl up with a pint of chocolate decadence ice cream and cry herself to sleep.
“Come on D, don’t be like that.” Michael said as he cornered the little Asian nurse, who like all the others would fall. “You know that you want me. Hell, who doesn’t?”
“Then I suggest you find one of them. Not me. I’ve said it before, and I will say it again. Listen this time. No. N-O.” She stressed. “I’m perfectly happy with my life. I’m completely satisfied and don’t need a man to muck it up.”
“Yeah, I fucking knew it.” He pushed from her quickly. “You are a fucking dyke aren’t you?” He growled at her. “Your kid one of those sperm bank kids?”
“Yep, you got me.” She decided it was better not to argue. She just wanted to get around the pig and go home. “Now move it or lose it bub.” She muttered while stepping around him, swiping her badge and heading out of the break room. “Oh, and you might want to put Dr. Hahn’s coat back. He will be pissed if he finds out that you are trying to pass yourself off as a doctor again.” she told the janitor, well just because she was feeling pissy.
Grumbling under her breath she stalked out into the pre-dawn light and pulled out her keys, clicking the remote unlock on the car so that she could get in and get home. That was her plan at least.
"Daisy," Gareth said softly as he walked around the bumper of her car. "We need to talk," he told her as he moved closer to her. "We need to talk, and you need to listen to us," he held up her diary, "We found some very interesting and revealing reading in this that doesn't quite match up with what we know."
Daisy stopped dead in her tracks. Standing there before her was one of the only two men she had ever, ever loved and ever would love. “I don’t think so,” she said and looked at the book. “Son of a fucking bitch. How did you get that?” She demanded from him and reached for her diary. “The time for talking is way past done Gareth.” She tried to keep the emotion out of her voice. Tried very hard to keep it from filling her voice, but failed when her voice cracked at saying his name, just as it had when saying Mikhail's.
Holding it up and out of reach he shook his head, "My daughter brought it out to the house and left it with Mikhail," he said softly. "We need to talk Daisy, and this time we're not taking no for an answer. If you'd rather we do this at your house we will. I have the address and we know where it is so we can meet you there if you'd prefer."
“Fuck.” Daisy growled. “No. I do not want you there,” she rubbed her temples, a massive headache heading her way. “She’s my daughter Gareth. Mine,” she told him softly. “She doesn’t deserve to be hurt.” Neither did Daisy but she would do anything to protect her daughter. “And who is we? Jesus Gareth you are alone.” She muttered and sighed. “Fine. I will meet you at the park. No. Shit. Too