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Jonathan: Cameron, don’t say a word.


Cameron: Fergalicious.

Jonathan: Cameron, I said no words!

Cameron: Oh, I see. Two weeks ago, we’re playing Scrabble, it’s not a word. Suddenly, it is a word because it’s convenient for you!

A Bundle of Secrets Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Kay opened her eyes as the pain of the beat down she received kicked in. She clutched her right side when she felt something in her right jacket pocket. She placed her hand in her pocket and pulled out a bracelet with a small charm on it. The charm was styled to look like an ace of hearts. Kay smiled, shaking her head slightly; Cameron must have snuck it in her pocket at some point.

She had to get out of here, wherever here was. She made a painful attempt to get up but did manage to succeed in getting up when the door opened again. Kay quickly placed the necklace back in her pocket. The mystery woman came back in, “Hello Kay.”

Kay scoffed, “What do you want?”

“Simply to say hello, see how you’re doing.”

Kay rolled her eyes, “Look, I’m not telling you anything. I would never betray Cameron’s trust.”

The mystery woman shook her head, “So loyal. I do wonder about that loyalty.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, I can’t help but wonder just how far you’re willing to go for Cameron. How much you’re willing to do for him.” Kay didn’t answer, “I mean, when you think about it, he’s really not worth it. He can be pretty selfish.”

Kay scoffed and shook her head, “You have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve never met anyone more stupidly self-sacrificing than him. It’s only fair that I try to do the same for him.”

“Would you even be willing to take this?” The mystery woman pulled out a small vial with some sort of clear liquid inside.

“What is that?” Kay asked.

“Just a simple serum.”

“A serum… Like the one Jonathan has?”

“Do you know what it does?”

“I-it creates a sort of vegetable state in the person who takes it.”

The mystery woman raised an eyebrow, “Not just that. You see you may be in this locked-in state but you are fully aware of what goes on around you. You’d sleep and wake up like anyone else but you just wouldn’t move… and then one day… your heart will just… stop. The autopsy would rule it as a heart attack.” She holds it out towards the agent.

“Why are you giving it to me?”

“I want you to take it.” She grinned, “And drink it.”

Kay’s eyes widened, “Why would I do that?” The FBI agent couldn’t see any reason as to how she would willingly take that serum.

“Because I’m willing to make a deal. You take the serum and I leave Cameron, Jonathan and their little family alone. Forever. If anything happens to them, I will not be responsible for it.”

“And if I refuse to do it?”

“Then by my orders, you will die execution style. We will leave your body for Cameron to find and will continue to pick off each of his little deception group including Jonathan until he is left all alone.”

“Cameron wouldn’t abandon Farrah… even if all that happened.”

“But it would break him. So much so that I doubt any reasonable judge wouldn’t accept that Farrah would be better off with her grandparents.”

Kay sighed, “Why do they want Farrah so badly? They hadn’t spoken to Shawn for years and-wait.” Kay’s eyes widened with realization, “That’s why… They want her to be their… their do-over, don’t they?”

“Shawn was going to have a very important role in their family and he abandoned them before it could be a done deal.”

“They’re want to raise her-”

“Raise her right.”

Kay shook her head, “But even if you don’t hurt them, that won’t stop the Blancs from doing what you would have done.”

The mystery woman chuckled, “See that’s where you’re wrong. Without me… they never would have found Shawn and Fiona in the first place.”

Kay’s eyes widened with anger, “No.”

“Oh yes.”

“Do you even have a moral conscious?”

“Of course. It just differs from your own.” She smirked, “So what’ll it be Kay?” Kay just glared at the woman, “You know what? I’ll come back. Give you some time to… rest up?” She joked.

Just as the mystery woman stepped out the door, “I take that serum and everyone lives? That’s the deal you want to make?”

“With all my heart.”

“Why? What did I ever do to you? What did Cameron or Jonathan ever do to you?”

The mystery woman turned around, “They lied their whole lives. As for you…” Kay could have sworn she saw a flash of emotion, possibly… hatred or… jealously in the mystery woman’s eyes, “You helped them.” With that, Kay was left alone in the cold room with a decision to make. She pulled on the chain still attached to her arm, if only she had something to break the lock of the chain with. She had to get out here. Just then, she saw something in the corner of her eye by the window.

Back at the FBI building, Mike was in the interrogation room with the glaring woman from the photo. Cameron and Jonathan were both behind the mirror with Agent Deakins as they looked on. “So… Roma Van Wesel.”

Roma raised a perfectly formed eyebrow, “That’s me.”

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“Don’t know.” She shrugged, “Don’t care.”

“You’re here about Shawn Blanc and Fiona Jonbroni.”

“Shawn Blanc I know.” She thought for a moment, “Oh, is this Fiona girl that little whore he was seeing?”

Both Cameron and Jonathan felt their blood boil at that comment. Mike shook his head, “You were engaged to Shawn at one point?”

“Pre-engaged. The ass-hat backed out.”

“Must have made you angry.”

“Hell yeah it did.”

“It’s terrible when the person you thought you could trust turns out being somebody else.” Mike said.

“Yes!” Roma exclaimed, falling for Mike’s trap, “That bastard chose little orphan Annie over me. I mean look at me!”

“You wear red lipstick correct?”

Roma became confused, “Yes?”

“When did you last see Shawn?”

“I don’t know. Why does that matter?”

“Were you aware Shawn had a daughter?”


Mike repeated his words, “Did you know Shawn had a daughter?”

Roma paused for a moment, “No. I didn’t.”

“Someone killed Shawn and Fiona” Mike said showing her the crime scene pictures. He then showed her a picture of them with Farrah, “And now this little girl doesn’t have her parents anymore.” He then noticed her crack a small smile that could have been missed had he not been paying attention, “And someone drew a heart around his bullet wound using lipstick. The same lipstick that you are currently wearing.”

“You think that I killed him.”

Mike raised his eyebrows, “Well, you have motive, means and opportunity. Plus I’m sure that if we check the DNA on the lipstick, it’ll be a match for your DNA”

“You won’t find any DNA, it was a new tube!” Roma’s eyes widened as she realized what she said then smirked, “Bravo… I was wondering when you people would figure it out.”

“So you’re saying-”

“Yes, I killed Shawn… and I enjoyed every minute of it. You see if I can’t have what I want-”

“No one else can.”

“When Bennett Blanc said he needed my help in bringing his son home, I just knew that I had to see for myself that a member of the Blanc family had actually given up their luxury lifestyle to be with some orphan. When I agreed, some woman met me at the Bennett Estate after having dinner with them, handed me the address and a gun, just in case Shawn tried to be difficult.”

Jonathan noticed Cameron clench his fists in anger, “Cameron.” Cameron didn’t answer so Jonathan place a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, “We got Shawn’s killer. You can relax.”

Mike couldn’t believe this woman, speaking so casually about ending a life, “Who was this woman? What happened?”

Roma shrugged, “I don’t know, some weird lady with different coloured eyes.” Cameron and Jonathan eyes widened at the statement, “I called him. He said he didn’t want me to come over, said that it would never happen between us. So naturally, I had to go over there and remind him on what he was missing out on. I got there and when I saw those photos on the wall in that tiny apartment, I lost it. I pulled out my gun and then his little orphan whore walked in wearing the ugliest outfit I had ever seen and looking a little chunky I might add while carrying a bunch of blankets. They weren’t even folded properly.”

“You chased after her?”

“No. Shawn told her to take what she was holding and run… he told her he loved her and that’s when I readied the trigger. Little bitch ran out like they had opened the door to a Black Friday sale.”

Mike tired to keep his composure. He had never met a killer this… nonchalant before, “I see.”

“I only have one regret. I didn’t shoot the orphan bitch first. Would have loved to see Shawn’s reaction to that.”

“Then you chased after Fiona?”

“Nope” She said, popping the ‘P’, “I kicked him around a bit, then shot him in the head, drew the heart on Shawn’s forehead and then left to clean myself up. Didn’t waste my time with her. I took the man she loved because he didn’t love me.”

“Roma Van Wesel, you are under arrest for the murder of Shawn Blanc.”

Roma smirked, “You know, you’ll never make it stick.” She laughed, “My family has far too much money for you to be able to keep me to jail.”

Mike cuffed her from behind, “At the very least, I can put you a holding cell.”

Cameron let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Agent Deakins spoke up, “We have his killer Cameron.”

Cameron nodded, “I know… but we don’t have Fiona’s killer… and Kay’s still missing.” Just then Gunter walked in carrying a crying Farrah. She was usually calm and she liked Grandpa Gunter but she started crying a little while ago and wasn’t stopping. When Gunter saw Mike lead Roma out of the interrogation room in cuffs, he came in. “Gunter?”

“Look, I really bonded with this kid but I don’t know how to deal with a crying baby.” Gunter said, handing her to Jonathan.

Jonathan took the crying baby and tried bouncing her up and down to calm her down, “Hey Pudding Sack, what’s wrong?” Farrah’s crying subsided for a moment but started to wail again.

“Hand her to me.” Cameron said. Jonathan passed her over to him but Farrah still didn’t stop crying, “I wish she could tell us what wrong.” He tried getting her to relax, “Come on Farrah, what wrong?” Tears just kept rolling down her face; it broke everyone’s hearts to see this sweet little girl in distress. “I wish Kay was here… she’s really good with her.”

“We’ll find her Cameron.” Deakins said.

Just then Mike walked in, “Hey guys, I got a hit on Kay’s phone.”

Cameron’s eyes widened as Farrah seemed to have cried herself out and was now just resting her head on Cam’s shoulder while lazily hitting him with her tiny hand, “And?”

Mike sighed, “You’re gonna wanna see this.”

So… they caught Shawn’s killer. I know that it might feel a little anti-climatic but to be honest, that’s what I was going for because while it was important, Shawn and Fiona’s murders were not the central theme of the story. Farrah was the central theme… if that makes sense… I’m not sure if it makes sense… but I think you guys get what I mean. I just hope that you guys didn’t see who the killer was coming and if you did… cool! Good for you! :)

Fiona’s killer is still on the loose and Kay is still kidnapped… or is she?

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you will come back for the next one.

A Bundle of Secrets Incorrect Quote

I’m sorry but sometimes I see something and I’m like, it works for the ABOS universe!

Gunter: [Notices Cameron’s hand] Why are you wearing a Band-Aid?

Cameron: Farrah bit me.

Jordan: [Laughs] You got beaten up by a girl.

Jonathan: Hey, that’s sexist.

Jordan: You’re right. [Laughs] You got beaten up by a baby.

anonymous asked:

You’re not the kind of person I thought you’d be…I like that.”“What are you doing here?”

Today’s prompts are… … … Linus! Where are the prompts? [Hands me the hat] Thank you Linus. Today’s prompts are… “You’re not the kind of person I thought you’d be… I like that” and… “What are you doing here?” Let’s see what happens.

It had been just over twenty-four hours since Kay had last spoken to Cameron, well, spoken to Jonathan but she didn’t know that. She couldn’t understand it; she knew Cameron was upset and rightfully so but… why did it seem like he hated her? She shook her head, clearly Cameron didn’t want anything to do with her anymore, she should just forget about him. That’s when her phone rang, “Hello?”

“Kay?” A familiar voice said on the other line.


“No, it’s not Jonathan, it’s me. Kay, you gotta help me, I didn’t know who else to call.”

Kay sat down in shock, “C-Cameron?”

Cameron gave a nervous chuckle, “Y-yeah… wait till you hear how I got myself into this. I know this is a lot to ask especially after the way I snapped at you but… you’re the only one I know I can trust right now…”

“What about Dina, Jordan, or Gunter?”

There was a silence for a moment, “I need to see you Kay.” I need you, he thought.

Kay was silent for a moment, “I’ll be there as soon as possible.” It took Kay less than an hour to reach the prison. When she walked into the meeting room, she saw him. The man sitting at the table looked up and locked eyes with her. This time she recognized those eyes. “Can you give us a few minutes?” She said to the guard. The guard left the room and Kay turned back to Cameron, “It really is you.”

Cameron stood up and grinned sheepishly, “Hey Kay… you look good.”

She took a step closer to him, “Cameron… h-how long have you been here? What are you doing here?”

“Uh… just a little over twenty-four hours. I would’ve called sooner but I just thought-” He was cut off by Kay pulling him into a hug. He froze for a moment then proceeded to tightly wrap his arms around her, “God, I missed you.” He was mentally kicking himself for ever thinking that he could be done with her.

“I missed you too.” When they pulled away, Kay got a good look at his face, “You’re hurt.”

Cameron realised she was talking about the bruise on his cheek, “Oh that… that’s nothing. You know if you wanna see hurt, you should see what some of my fellow prisoners did.” He joked then realized that he probably shouldn’t have said that.

“Wait, who’s hurt you?”

“I-it’s not important. I’m just a little bruised, nothing too bad.”

“No, tell me. I want names.”

Cameron gripped her shoulders, “Kay, it’s not important.” He looked into her eyes, “You came. That’s important.”

Kay pursed her lips. She wanted to know who hurt him but she didn’t want to push him, “What happened? How are you here? Where’s Jonathan?” She asked as they sat down.

Cameron sighed, “I… he punched me out. He switched our clothing and he-he left.”

“But why? What happened?”

“I’m not going to lie. I… I had planned on breaking him out.” Kay looked down at the table then back at him, “I’m sorry. I just, I was angry that-”

“That the FBI had really let you guys down again… but this time, it really was our fault.”

Cameron took her hand which surprised her but she didn’t move it back, “But it wasn’t yours.”


“No. These past twenty-four hours reminded just how much you helped and how much you put your job-the job you love-on the line for us.”

“Were you planning on leaving and just disappearing… no pun intended.” Kay said, cracking a small smile.

Cameron actually managed to let out a little chuckle then his smile faded, “Y-yes.”

“W-would I have ever seen you again?” She asked, remembering what he-no, Jonathan had said the other day.

“I-I don’t know.” Kay’s eyes flickered down again which Cameron noticed. He squeezed her hand, “I wouldn’t know how to face you.”

“I would’ve understood.” She said, squeezing his hand back.

Cameron shook his head smiling, “You’re not the kind of person I thought you’d be… I like that.”

“Why did Jonathan leave you here?”

“I think he got fed up. I don’t blame him but… I have no idea where he is or what he’s doing. I just know he hates me.”

Kay gave him a sympathetic look, “He doesn’t hate you.”

“Then why did he-”

“Cameron, I-I don’t know if you remember but I saw how Jonathan looked when you got stuck in the vault. He loves you Cameron.”

“Then why?”

“People make bad choices when they’re mad or scared or stressed.”

Cameron smirked, “Did you just quote Frozen?”

Kay thought for a moment then let out a chuckle, “I didn’t intend to.” They both laughed a little. Kay then gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, “I’m getting you out of here Cameron. I’ll have them run a DNA test.”

“Wait. Kay… you don’t hate me?”

Kay slowly shook her head, “I don’t think I could if I tried.”

They smiled at each other as Kay let go of his hand and got up from her seat, “Kay?”

She turned around to look at him, “Yes?”

Cameron grinned, “I don’t hate you either. Quite the opposite of hate actually.” Kay felt her cheeks turn a slight pink which didn’t go unnoticed by Cam as his cheeks turn a little rosy from his own words.

About twelve hours later and after some very choice curse words from Kay, they tested Cam’s DNA and fingerprints and realized that they had the wrong man. They apologized for the mix-up and quite frankly, they had grown quite terrified of Kay and her glare in such a short time.

Kay and Cameron exited the prison. When he got out the door, Cameron stopped and took a deep breath. He never realized just how much he appreciated the fresh air. Kay smiled as he looked over to her, clearly glad to be out, “Let’s get you home.” They started to walk towards her car when Cameron gently grasped her arm, stopping her, “Cameron? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just…” He paused and took a step closer to her, “Kay I-I… what happens now?”

“What do you mean?” She said stepping towards him.

“I mean… are we… going to be partners again? Are you still going to be in my life?” His hand sliding down her arm and taking her hand in his.

Kay felt her heart quicken, “Do you want me to be?”

He gazed into her deep brown eyes, “Yes.” Their faces were very close to each other and the fact that they were pretty close in height made it easier for them to be in close proximity, “Kay, I want you in my life. I-I need you in my life.”

“Cameron, I…” Kay was still unsure of what he meant, “Am… am I just another FBI agent to you?”

Cameron gave her a sweet smile, “No. You never were.” Kay let out a slight laugh which made Cam’s smile widen. Suddenly, their faces were so close that their lips were just inches apart, “Kay, I…”

Kay’s expression softened, “Yes?”

“I…” Cameron lips hovered about an inch away from hers. He was nervous but after a few seconds, he softly pressed his lips against hers and he felt her grip his hand a little tighter. He pulled away after a mere moment, “N-no, we shouldn’t… I’m sorry. I-I didn’t ask. I just…” Cameron was at a loss for words. When he thought of the future, the only thing that was clear in his mind was that he wanted Kay to be a part of it, if she would let him.

“No, no, i-it’s okay… I…” She softly cupped his bruised cheek and pressed her lips against his in a tender kiss. His hands moved to cup her neck as he adjusted the angle of their heads and deepened the kiss. Her hands moved down a tad as she gripped the fabric of his jacket. A few moments later, they pulled away, not having moved much they kept their foreheads pressed gently together as their eyes remained closed for a little while. “I want you in my life too. I just didn’t think you meant… this way.”

“Y-yeah. I didn’t just… screw things up did I?”

Kay chuckled, “Far from it.”

He smiled, making his dimples appear, “Good.”



“You’re not going to make me regret this are you?” She smirked playfully.

Cameron raised a playful eyebrow, “Well, I certainly don’t plan to.”

Kay smiled and intertwined their hands, “Let’s get you home.”She said, repeating herself.

Cameron smiled and squeezed her hand, “I’m already there. Thanks to you.”Cameron didn’t know what he did to deserve to have Kay in his life but damn, was he glad that she was.

…I know, I actually finished a new one-shot! I hoped you guys liked it! If you did, please let me know what you thought because I always love hearing your opinions!

Twenty one-shots down!

…More than twenty to go! …Wish me luck!