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Identical Opposites, Dejevu' By Malissa Madison David Kimball, Director of the Bureau was sitting in his office going over some reports that had been Faxed to him from an Over Seas contact. He was studying of all things the DNA evidence reports. More specifically ones that didn't match. But on his computer screen were three different sets of finger prints taken from three different people. The problem was that the Forensics lab couldn't tell them apart, hence the DNA tests. He picked up his phone and used the international line, once the call began to ring on the other end he pushed a button on the side engaging the scrambler program. "Reggie Clark's office who is calling please?" said a female voice at the other end. "Joyce, it's Dave," he said. "Oh just a minute," he sat and looked over the evidence before him as he waited. "Sorry Dave, did you find anything? Please tell me we have her," Reggie was anxious. "Sorry Reggie, I can't make a confirmation based on what you and Interpol sent me." there was a pause. "Man we need someone that is both a cop and an expert like yesterday." "Try to hold onto the one you have in custody a bit longer. I'm going to contact the best expert I know. But you're going to have to meet her at the Airport she isn't exactly on everyone's Favorite's list. "Wait are you talking about Miss Grey? Please tell me you're going to get her in on this." "I can't promise you anything Reggie. But I do intend to call her and see if she's interested. I'll get back to you." "Dave if you get her on this I'll see she has anything she needs." "Good, I'll let her know." Dave hung up and told his secretary he was not to be disturbed for the next fifteen minutes. Then he took out his personal cell phone and called a number that had no name next to it. After six rings he hung up and waited. When his phone rang he answered it right away. "Maddie?" "Yes, oh it is you Dave. How are you doing?" "Fine, and you and Michelle?" he asked. "Michelle is doing good. She's enjoying herself at Clara's by the way. Catching up on her schooling pretty quickly too." "Can I send you something to look at? It's pretty important and you're the only expert I know in this field." "If it involves a case of Dejevu Suspects you know I'll help." "Dejevu'? why did you say that?" "Because they all look exactly alike. And Dave, I don't think it's as random as people say." She answered. "Then I'm happy I was able to reach you. Reggie over at SAS is hoping you'll visit and help him sort it out." He informed her. "I have princess running and I am going to send you the data now." "Ok I'll look it over and call you back," she made a kissing sound over the phone then hung up. Maddie was still going over the Data when she received an Email marked urgent. Opening it she read, "Momma we have to do something to help them." She didn't like the idea of leaving Michelle alone, but she also didn't like involving her in something that could be dangerous either. So she called the one person she could confide in. "Miss Clara's Academy for Exceptional Girls, Karen speaking, how may I help you?" "Karen, it's Maddie, Maddie Grey. Could I please speak with Miss Clara?" "Oh of course Miss Grey, hold on I'll get her for you." "Maddie is everything alright? Karen said you sounded urgent." "Uhh, yes Ma'am I was just going to check and see if I could take Michelle out of school a month early without hurting her grades for next year." "Michelle? Honey that girl is a true genius. Her teachers are having trouble keeping up with her, she's testing out of all of her junior high classes. And I was getting ready to ask if you might think about letting her start Ninth Grade next year. That will only put her a year behind the rest in her age group." "That is wonderful news Ma'am," Maddie said. "Could I pick her up this afternoon? It's kind of urgent that I make a trip to Europe right away." "She's in computer science at the moment. I'll call and let her teacher know she is to be released from class." "Thank you Ma'am." After hanging up Maddie called Dave back as she was packing her bags. "Dave, I'm going to pick Michelle up from school and I will be on my way if Reggie is serious about asking for my help. Of course photos of the suspects and maybe a name might be helpful." "Sorry Maddie as high profile as this case is he's the only one that can make that call," Dave informed her. "Then give him my Number and tell him I'm on my way. If he needs to he can contact me. but I will need clearance for myself and Michelle." "You're taking her with you? I thought you were going to leave her with me." he sounded disappointed. "Sorry Dave, I know you want to see her. Maybe when we get back we can go up to the cabin or something." She was pulling into the parking lot when she spotted the Candy Apple Blue Barracuda and she smiled knowing it belonged to one her old associates daughters. Missy or Molly or something like that, parked next to a Camaro belonging to Constance Vandine and there was Jennifer Vandine's Camaro right next to that one. She made her way to Miss Clara's office to sign out Michelle. "I see the Vandine girl got her car fixed up after that dreadful incident with the Pierce girls kidnapping attempt," she said to Miss Karen. "No actually that's not the same car. Malissa's was totaled, but they found another one. and the youngest, Sophie owns the one in the lot. Malissa was involved in an accident earlier this spring driving Bambi Pierces Firebird." "So they like fast cars, Do they still race?" "Those girls will always race I'm afraid. It's in their blood." Karen laughed. "Momma? Are we going to see Uncle David?" asked Michelle as she entered the outer office. "No we're going to meet a very dear old friend who needs a bit of help," she said. "I hope you like lots of fog and chilly weather." "Do they speak English at least?" "Absolutely, And you'll get to see Big Ben," Michelle squealed at that. Miss Clara's eyes went up at that. "You've been called in to consult on the Duchess Case?" Suddenly Maddie understood why there were no pictures and the names were all blacked out. "I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to say." Her phone rang and she answered it, "Reggie, how wonderful to hear your voice." "Thank you and yours as well. So Dave tells me you need two tickets into our lovely country. Just go to the nearest airport and tell the ticket clerk to ring the consulate. Everything is set up for you," He said. "Col Greer will meet you when you land so you won't have to be subjected to customs." "Thank you Reggie, See you soon." It was a two hour drive to the nearest Airport with a British Airways Counter. And as soon as she reached it she presented her passport and asked them to call the consulate. "You're on the next flight Ma'am, May I stamp your passports for you?" "Don't they usually do that at the other end?" "I was told to take care of it here Ma'am." Both passports were stamped and they were lead to the Sky Lounge, to wait for their flight. While they waited Michelle began her research into the case based on what information they had. She was looking at what was obviously a high tech government installation. "Momma," she said in a hushed voice. "This crime scene they sent pictures of, it's MI-6 headquarters. See here's the edges of a seal on the floor tiles." "Are you sure, it might be a military base or other government building." Maddie was playing the advocate, she wanted to see what her daughter could come up with to verify the location. "I put Rumpy on it in visual recognition mode. See here are all the symbols used by that government. The only other one close to it is the SAS headquarters. But this little flourish of leaf is all wrong." Explained Michelle excitedly. "I see they claim nothing was taken but the perpetrator left DNA evidence. On a piece of window glass and a console. See if you can access the video surveillance for the building." "I have Rumpy running visual recognition now on all the footage. I downloaded it so I can keep searching even when we lose Wi-Fi." "Good girl, you certainly are learning fast," Maddie complimented her daughter. As they were getting on the plane someone looking very official stepped out and said, "Excuse me Sir I'm sorry but the first class is full." The man behind them began to protest. "Do you have any idea who I am? I'll have your job for this." "No Barrister Middleton, you will not. I have orders that only the two ladies should be allowed into the first class section of the plane." Maddie turned around. "Michelle, go find us a seat. I'll be there in a minute." She turned back to the Airways attendant. "I would feel rather guilty if the good Barrister was delayed on my account. Could you please allow him to board?" "Are you sure about that? there are seven other people in his party." "If he doesn't mind leaving them behind, it will be fine. That will give us time to catch up on old times together." Maddie was familiar with the man, and knew that he always travelled with a secretary who was nothing more than a glorified Concubine. She was counting on his ego of a new American conquest. "Certainly, why thank you Miss???" "Grey, Maddie Grey," she answered. "Greta, why don't you and the others catch the next flight. I believe I'll accept Miss Grey's invitation." As they found seats he asked, "Where exactly do we know each other from? I'm sure I would remember a woman as beautiful as you are." "We first met Fourteen years ago Marcus, but I'm hardly surprised you don't remember me. Greta is new though. What ever happened to Sheila?" He was eyeing Michelle with suspicion now, guesstimating her age between thirteen and sixteen. You could never really be sure with American girls. Nodding in her direction he asked the one question he could think of. "Is she mine?" "Michelle Honey could you come here a moment?" she watched him swallow hard expecting to hear Maddie say "This is your father." "I'd like you to meet the future kings personal Barrister, Marcus Middleton. A very dear old friend of mine," she said instead. "I'm pleased to meet you Sir. I don't meet too many Lawyers, mostly it's policemen or Government Agents." She gave a little curtsey. "You are so charming for one your age. I can see why Maddie is proud of you." With a soft giggle she whispered, "You still haven't figured out where you know my Momma from have you?" He looked dumbfounded, "No not really." "I like him Momma, he's cute. And I think maybe an honest Lawyer. We don't meet many of those except for maybe Mr Pierce who helped get me into the Girls Academy." She returned to her seat and her computer. They sat next to each other and as the sky outside got dark the interior lights went down. they talked with Maddie giving him hints, which failed to raise any recognition. She saw Michelle lay her seat back and curl up. "Excuse me a minute." She stood up and retrieved a blanket and pillow from the overhead and tucked the girl in before kissing her cheek. When she returned she said, "Let's get comfy shall we?" and got down two more pillows and another blanket. Before long her hand was in his lap and they were kissing. The stewardess pulled a privacy curtain around them as she passed. She was on her knees in the floor, his cock in her hand when she looked up into his eyes. "I kind of miss Sheila you know. We could have had so much fun on this flight." His hand caressed behind her right ear, stopping at an old scar, and his face seemed to change. She smiled suddenly knowing he'd finally figured it out. But before he could say anything she slid her lips around him, bobbing her head as she stared into his eyes. Her right hand cupping his balls she drew back with a loud slurp. "You do remember me after all," she smiled. "Maddie, oh Maddie. I heard you had died in a house explosion." She nibbled at the head of his cock. "Let's talk about that later. Right now I want to finish this." She slurped her way all the way down to the base twisting her head as she swallowed. She felt him growing harder in her throat before she backed off again. Suddenly she was straddling his lap, her hand guiding him into herself. "Oh damn it's been so long since I had a good fuck," she breathed into his ear. His hands pulled open her sheer blouse exposing her soft white satin bra before she reached up and twisted the front clasp releasing her breasts. She was moaning in pleasure as he sucked and nipped at her breasts, bouncing herself up and down on his massively stiff cock. She lost track of her orgasms before he thrust up hard into her and began to cum. They sat and kissed for a while before she went to clean up. When she came back the stewardess asked if they were ready for breakfast. She woke up Michelle and told her they were serving breakfast. "Momma? You aren't going to make me keep this secret from Uncle David are you?" "No Honey, if your Uncle David asks I don't expect you to tell him anything but the truth. He understands my needs." "You should get some sleep after you eat. We still have about two hours before we land." "Thank you sweetie. I'll do that. have you found anything else?" "The police in Scotland have another possible suspect in custody but the one that was in Berlin has disappeared entirely. She even has a passport that says she's Meredith McCloud. Same as the one in Scotland. See here's her entrance record into Frankfurt the day after Mrs McCloud was detained." "And Mrs McCloud's passport is?" "She claims she lost it." Michelle showed her the reports. Maddie used her cell phone to call Reggie. "I think we're safe to say the Duchess is in the clear." She saw Marcus' eyes grow round at hearing the conversation. "Thank you, but her Highness wants her in a safe secure location until this matter is resolved," he told Maddie. "I'll leave that to you. Oh by the way, Marcus Middleton is flying in with me. I was wondering if you could have a talk with him. we go way back and I'd hate to lose him as a friend." "I'll have Greer add him to the list to be escorted past customs." "Thank you Reggie, I hope to see you shortly." After she hung up she finished her breakfast and then lay back to sleep for the rest of the flight. Watching the way Marcus looked at Maddie, Michelle knew it was more than just a casual acquaintance. She could see a deeper memory in his smiling face, and a sadness as well. "You really like my Momma, don't you?" she suddenly asked looking over the top of her computer. "I, I remember your Mother when she was just beginning to make her name in the security business." He seemed to drift into a pattern of memories before continuing. "She was,,, Alive with new ideas. And I could see her struggling to escape something she felt was a weakness." "But it wasn't a weakness, I think it was her real self, trying to emerge. Sylvia saw it. she was the one who pointed it out to me, and we decided to invite her out to a special club in the heart of London." "You knew her back then, before?" Michelle closed the lid of her laptop. "Yes, I knew her before she was Maddie Grey," he admitted, wondering how much Michelle knew. "I met her right after she decided to become Maddie full time. I think we were brought together by fate though." "What makes you say that?" "We were both looking for the same person, but for different reasons. My mother destroyed her old life. and I was trying to find her because I had been abandoned." Michelle said. "How did you meet her if I might ask?" "I was in a bus station bathroom crying, hiding, I didn't have enough money for a bus ticket. She gave it to me without asking for anything in return. Then she kind of took me under her wing before we knew we were both going the same way. People kept mistaking us for Mother and Daughter, and we both kind of liked it." Michelle told him. "But my Mother is a criminal and behind bars where she belongs. And now I have a Momma who really cares about me." "I can see that she does. Maybe you'll have time to meet my wife Sheila before the two of you leave for home." "You married Sheila?" asked Maddie from where she'd been listening. "I most certainly did. And we adopted two girls. Well we thought they were a girl and a boy at first. But Sandra surprised us when she was ten." He said, then caught a surprised look in Michelle's eyes. "S, Sandra Middleton, is, your Daughter?" she asked. "You know her?" "She's in my home room and Economics classes. Wow, this is like so cool." "You go to Clara's Academy?" he looked between the two. "She's really nice, I like her. is she coming home for the summer?" "Yes, maybe you'll get to visit outside of school." "Sandra is the one you told me about. The one whose accent you had trouble with?" Maddie asked. Michelle giggled and let herself slip into a perfect British accent. "She thought I was mocking her, until I finally made er realize I wasn't. I just found it hard not to control picking it up." Then she let the accent drop, "I've learned to control it better now though. But I still have problems with other accents." "It's a wonderful gift to be able to converse in another accent as if you were born to it," Marcus told her. "Please do me a favor and don't fight it while you're here, just let it flow. Elsa will love it. and maybe your Moth, err, Momma will let hers out too." He smiled. "Whot, you like me accent?" they both laughed as Maddie started using hers. By the time the plane landed the stewardess couldn't believe the two were Americans. Col. Greer was waiting for them at the door of the plane. "Marcus, I'm afraid we'll have to leave you after we get through customs," Maddie said. "But we'll be in touch before we leave." She was kissing his cheek when someone behind her said, "Of all the nerve. You kiss my husband in public like a Doxie?" "Sheila, I'm happy you came," she turned to face the other woman. "Mad? is that really you?" the two hugged. Marcus didn't tell me you were on the same flight. It's been so long since I saw you." "You recognized her?" he asked stupefied. "Of course I do. She's a bit more filled out up top. But we girls never forget a face." "Sheila, this is my daughter Michelle." "Ahh, Michelle. I've heard such wonderful things about you from Sandra. She'll be home next week. I hope you'll come out to the country to visit." Maddie was pleased to see Col. Greer squirm, not knowing anything about the background only that he was to meet them and get them to SAS headquarters as soon as possible. But it was Marcus who finally said they should let them get on with business. At the entrance to the building Michelle said, "You designed this security system didn't you Momma?" "Yes sweetie I did." Maddie admitted. "No a private consultant named Madison Moore designed it," the Col. corrected. Maddie reached out and placed her hand on the scan plate then looked into the retinal scanner. The little light over the door turned green and the computer said, "Welcome back Mr Moore." With a giggle she said, "We'll have to correct the records before I leave." He just stood there, mouth agape in disbelief. Reggie was right there to meet her. As they talked she explained how they sifted and sorted to compare identities and determined the Duchess was not the perpetrator. It took Michelle almost twenty minutes to find the files that had been breached. Then they were put on a helicopter and flown to Scotland, to meet with Mrs McCloud. They were interviewing her asking her different questions about how she'd lost her passport and other identification. Michelle was left in the room with her for a few minutes and started talking to her letting her voice slide into different accents. "I really think you'll be out of her in no time at all," she said in a Slavic tone. "Oh I do hope so, my children will be devastated that I was detained." Then the look on her face said she knew she'd just messed up. But Michelle continued as if nothing was wrong in the same accent trying to place it. Her voice picked it up automatically miming the same accent the other woman was using and it was impossible for her to switch back to British with the girl using her native accent. Maddie and Reggie slipped back into the room. "Thank you Michelle," he said. "You have a wonderful Ukrainian accent." "Is that what that was? I knew it was Slavic but not which region." "All we need now is to find where she hid the files she downloaded from MI6. We searched everything, but turned up nothing." Maddie reached out and removed the woman's thick glasses. Then looked at the ear pieces, wider than normal. She tugged at the left one and it slid off the hinge. "Michelle, bring us a laptop please." "What the Bloody Hell is that?" Reggie asked knowing the answer already. "A Jump Drive, Reggie. Or if you prefer, a flash drive." There were more files on it than just what she took from MI6. And Reggie was rocked to his core when he saw the security details for certain members of the family on it, suddenly he realized he had to do a lot of alterations to schedules and other arrangements and do it fast. This lady had passed for the Duchess and used it to gain access to critical files and events. "Maddie, we owe you and Michelle a great debt. How can we begin to repay it? just name it." "Training, Myself and Michelle. Let us do some training with your guys while you do your further interrogations and investigations into this matter." He looked at Michelle who was fighting to contain her excitement. "Well we just started a new Bodyguard course. And it includes specialized driving as well as other things that could come in handy." "Can we really Momma?" "And you won't be the only Americans. There is a woman named Laura who works for a Diamond importer, currently in the class." He smiled knowing that Maddie had wanted to experience the SAS school. The fact that Michelle would be one of the first in her age group was going to be a plus as well. few people in the world knew that the SAS trained Teenaged Bodyguards. "How many are in this class, Reggie?" asked Maddie. "Including you and Michelle? Five," he answered knowing the small size was an even bigger bonus for Maddie. It meant fewer people to recognize her in the future. They were waiting now for the other Mrs McCloud to be arrested and returned to the country. So it wasn't as if they were wasting time. As it turned out all five candidates were already superb in the arts of shadowing someone. So the mornings were spent in unarmed combat training, the afternoons were spent learning to 'Drive'. For Maddie it was more of a refresher course, but Michelle was a fast learner, using her skills to feel her way through the training and finding the strengths and weaknesses of the various vehicles. About two weeks into the training Reggie came to the classroom. They had begun handgun training. And he noted that while Maddie preferred the 9mm Ruger P89, Michelle was close behind her in scores with her favorite, a .32 Beretta. It was however Laura that he'd come to see with an urgent message. "Laura, your boss just called," she took in his worried look and knew automatically that it involved Jeanine West. "What's happened Reggie?" "A kidnapping, right from the school campus, he needs you. Hell Dave Kimball asked for you on the next flight if not sooner." "Shit, shit, shit, I knew I shouldn't have come right now." She cursed herself for not being there. "Laura if there's anything I can do to help," Maddie said, overhearing the conversation. "I'm sorry I have to go right now. I don't even know where to start but that little girl," she broke off before she said too much. "Reggie, did Dave send you any information at all?" began Maddie. Michelle grabbed her always present laptop and sat cross legged on the range floor typing furiously. About a minute later she said, "I'm in." nothing more. Then she began typing again. She read off some data that sounded like a vehicle description and saw a hint of recognition in Laura's eyes. "That's a rental plate, can you hack into Avis Rentals?" Laura asked. "I will if you take me along," the teen said. "Close your Laptop Michelle, we're both going. Reggie we'll finish up the course later, right now I think the three of us are the best chance that girl has." "Go pack fast and stop at my office. I'll pull some strings and get you a private charter." True to his word fifteen minutes later they stood at the edge of the driving course watching a twin engine Lear touch down. "Maggie, Michelle, "You'll need these." He held out two leather bi-fold wallets. Inside were bodyguard credentials. And international concealed carry permits. They hugged him as the little jet rolled to a stop. The first thing they noticed was that the jet carried diplomatic markings. About five hours into the flight Michelle announced the disappearance of one other girl named Porsche from the school only a few hours after the incident. "Is she part of it?" Maddie asked. "She is Jeanine's roommate, and umm, a bit more. I wish we knew where she was going." Laura said. "She may need rescuing before this is over, she's on juvenile parole." "If she was part of it she's the dumbest kidnapper alive. Besides the police have talked to her and discounted her story." "Can you track her or do you know where she is at the moment?" "Yeah but this crate better hurry. Her ankle bracelet is about ten miles from the Lo-Jack of that rental car." Michelle grinned. "Should we tell the Feds?" "No because if it is who I think it is the Feds will be watched pretty closely. And she thinks I'm safely out of the country." "Oh sh, err crap. Momma that other Mrs McCloud's passport just popped up." "Where? We better tell Reggie." Maddie said. Michelle pulled up a live security video from the International Airport they were headed to. "Damn, now that really is a case of Dejevu," she mumbled seeing how identical all three women in the case were. "Oh Shit," breathed Laura. "That's her Step Mother." "Back tracing the passport, Momma." "She left out of Mexico City this morning." confirmed Michelle. "Dave," Maddie said into her phone. "Michelle and I are being brought in on this kidnapping. If Reggie calls about his Dejevu don't go near her, she's involved." "Are you sure?" "Laura Cross just confirmed it." she said. "Michelle, how far is that rental from the Airport?" "Three blocks," was the answer. "I have a request from the department of corrections to pick up that other girl.," Dave informed her. "She might be involved in the," he didn't get a chance to finish. "She's not involved Dave, trust me. but they may have her tagged." "Ok but you're responsible for her," he warned. "I just got a flash from Reggie, he says there are three SAS trained bodyguards on your flight. So I know You and Laura, whose the third?" "I'll introduce you when we're done. Dave I need to ask this," began Maddie. "No I just need to say it officially, hold on." She knew he was speaking to his Agents in the field. "There is a SAS Rescue team inbound, you are to assist after they move in, not before. They are authorized to use extreme prejudice to accomplish their mission." "Thank you Dave." "You're welcome. How soon before Michelle returns I can meet her at the Airport if you want." "If this goes right Dave, you can help us get her through the AAR. Sorry I gotta go we have to get ready to move. We're about to land, Michelle's pulling up the maps for us." "Momma," he heard Michelle say. "Can you help me with my vest?" They pressed one pair of Agents into driving the Suburban for them. Maddie and Laura were busy divvying up the supplies. Michelle, you have the Concussion Grenades." Maddie said. "I've the third Ammo bag too," she announced as she slung the bag of magazines for the Tech Nine's her momma and Laura were carrying. "Crap, Lenzecki you better floor it," Laura was pointing to where the girl Porsche was going in through an upper window. "Ok Change of plans, Michelle take this," Maddie handed her daughter the third Tech Nine. "You catch up to her you keep her safe." "Got it," she said. "Don't stop just slow down. I'll follow her in you get to the planned entry point." Maddie kissed her daughter quickly as the big SUV slowed almost to a stop before the girl bailed out at a run. Three seconds later the vehicle crashed through the garage door into the warehouse complex. Hearing the crash below Jeanine West panicked and attacked her single guard. He back handed her halfway across the room, before he heard the chatter of gunfire. Michelle spotted Porsche as she slammed her body through a doorway, before she saw the two men running toward her from the other end of the hallway. "Get that girl, she knows who we all are." Her training took over as her .32 Beretta coughed four times, though it wasn't completely silenced still the clatter of the slide was louder than the actual shots. She heard her Momma and Laura as they started up the stairs as she charged through the doorway. The guard, struggling to free himself from the enraged teen on his back kicked out at Jeanine, only have the long well-manicured nails of both hands dig into his eyes from behind. She felt her left arm jerk, and still didn't realize even after seeing the hilt of the British Commando Knife sticking out of the mans chest, that it had been her doing. Instinct told her to turn. And she caught sight of the woman from the Airport photos as Laura slammed her to the floor. "Michelle, Michelle, get them out now. Lenzecki is at the truck." Maddie helped her daughter and Porsche lift the unconscious Jeanine between them and start toward the safety of the truck. The last thing they heard before they started down the hallway was Maddie's words. "Finish her Laura, it's the only way to end this for that little girl." As she reached the bottom of the stairs several Agents met them, guiding them toward Armored ambulances. It was several minutes later that Laura and Maddie finally made it to where they waited. "Michelle? Honey are you ok?" Michelle felt numb all over, and just nodded. Laura reached over and slid the recovered Commando knife back into its Sheath, and she just looked at it. "Ok, Let's move it. get these Ladies to the safe house now," her Uncle Dave was saying as he crowded into the ambulance pulling the doors closed behind himself. "P, Porsche," Jeanine grabbed the girl who'd come to find her. "Michelle, are you ok Honey?" he asked her. "You did great, just what you had to do." "I, I, I killed them," it wasn't remorse, no grief, just realization. "You did what had to be done," they all assured her moments before she doubled over and vomited up her guts. Maddie held her telling her top let it out, but she held it back trying to be strong. Two hours later the doctor had checked Jeanine over and made sure she was ok, then had checked on Porsche, and now sat trying to talk to Michelle. "You say there were two killed by a .32. and another by a knife?" Dave was talking on the phone. "I guess that explains her reactions." He hung up. "Michelle, you don't need to feel guilty about the actions you took," he started to say. She forced a small smile looking up at him. "I don't feel guilty Uncle Dave. They would have killed me if they could have, I was just better prepared." Then she got up and dropped the magazine out of her Beretta, locked the slide open and handed it to him. "Do you need it for the Lab?" "I'll make it quick for you. But until you get it back, here take this one." he knelt and unclipped a similar Beretta from his ankle. "You are an SAS trained Bodyguard. Hold your head high," then he handed her a silver flask. Take a drink it'll settle your nerves." They heard Mr West in the next room talking to Laura. "I can't say I'm not over joyed at how well you handled that. those two in there really gave you the edge you needed didn't they?" "Yes, but if it hadn't been for Porsche it could have gone badly. Is there nothing we can do to help her out?" Laura asked. "Parole violation or not, she helped save Jeanine. I want to take her to England with us, and I don't care what the state department has to say about it." "Lenzecki," Dave called. "Yeah Boss?" "Would you ask Mr West, Miss Cross, and Miss Carrera to come in here please?" When the three had come into the room Dave said, "I hope you'll appreciate what I'm about to do." He turned to Porsche. "May I see your ankle young lady?" He carefully slid his hands around the Anklet. Then using a key he unlocked it. "Laura, I trust you'll not let this get lost. From now until she returns from abroad you are in charge of her." he looked up into the girls eyes. "I'll do everything they tell me too Sir. As long as I can be close to Jeanie." "I know you will Sweetheart. Just make the best of it ok?" She actually hugged him, thanking him. They were on their way to the airport when Porsche finally asked, "Laura, can you teach me to be like you, and Michelle and Miss Grey?" "Only if that's what you really want Honey," promised the older woman. "Once the West's are at the estate, we'll go to the SAS headquarters, and you can go through the AAR with the rest of us. Then you will be asked again if this is what you want." They were surprised two days later when Dave showed up to cross reference the kidnapping case with Reggie's and then Barrister Middleton and Dave Met with Porsche in private. "What happened in there?" Michelle asked when she came out giddy with joy. Looking around first Porsche held up her pinky finger. "Not a word to anyone please?" They linked pinky's. Laura wants to adopt me. and a certain Judge in the united States says if I complete the rest of this course and do good in school, he'll release me from Parole, and sign the papers on New Year's. but I have to go back to a school where I have a very bad history and I don't want my parents finding out about this until it's over with." The two girls hugged. "Porsche Honey," Laura smiled stepping out of the office. "Since training is over for the day I thought we could go shopping, just the two of us like, you know?" "Laura, it's ok to say it here. Michelle and I won't tell anyone your secret." "Thank you Maddie. But I kind of have another secret I want to share with Porsche first." By the time the week was over they were like Mother and Daughter after hours. But still maintained a professional attitude during training and when with Jeanine and her father. "Porsche, you've gone through enough of the course to satisfy the requirements," Reggie assured her as they were heading toward the plain. "Can I come back next summer and finish the parts I missed? Please?" He kissed her cheek, "Porsche Cross is already scheduled for the first week of summer. Now go face your Demons at Miss Clara's Academy, I know you'll do well." The private jet had three separate bedrooms, Jeanine and Porsche shared one together while Maddie and Michelle shared another. The two were in the common area when Laura came and sat next to them. She covered her left hand with her right as they began to chat about Miss Clara's. "Laura, she'll be safe there," Maddie assured her. "Besides Porsche and Michelle will both be there as well, and you and Dave can go and discuss the finer points of a more personal relationship." She carefully pulled the left hand out from hiding to expose the elegant diamond ring. "I'm happy for you, and I'm sure Jeanine is too." "She doesn't know yet. I, we haven't told her yet. Not until the time is right." "We won't say a word," they promised. "So tell me, why did Reggie refer to that case as Dejevu?" "The people involved were all non-biological, near exact duplicates of each other only DNA tests could tell them apart. So seeing one then another was like Dejevu." Michelle explained. "We've found more in the past two years than was thought possible." "How do you know so much about it?" Laura asked. "Michelle's birth mother destroyed my former life. it was only our DNA results that straightened it out." Maddie smiled, "Even doctors seeing our DNA think I'm her birth mother." "Is that why Reggie insisted on having our DNA registered?" "You got it," Maddie answered. "This way if any of have a double that gets into trouble they are cleared before it gets too far." "Thank you for helping Dave and I get her into school with Jeanine, Miss Clara said you talked to her." "She was in a bad place in her life last time she was there, I heard about it from a friend of mine whose daughters went there. I'm hoping I can get Michelle in his granddaughters room." "Rachel and Erika Pierce?" Laura asked. "Yes, hopefully Rachel, she's pretty good with computers. Erika is a bit more like her father and Grandfather, who runs the Jennifer fund for David and Jennifer Vandine." "Now there's a name Porsche mentions a lot. Jennifer and her adoptive sisters Malissa, Constance, and Sophia." Maddie and Michelle chuckled. "Don't call her Sophia, she much prefers Sophie," finished Michelle. Then changing the subject she asked, "Does Porsche know that the anklet is a dummy?" "How did you know that?" "Even though the light blinks every fifteen seconds, it isn't transmitting." Michelle turned her laptop so Laura could see the tracking program with the serial number of the anklet. "Please Don't tell her, not just yet. She has to go through everything as if it is. Plus it will help her do what she needs to do when she gets to school." They stopped and shopped as a group for the girls school uniforms and things. For Porsche it was like a trip into the past. For Jeanine is was like a breath of fresh air, both were nervous as they entered through the gates. "Welcome back Miss Porsche," greeted Curtis at the gate. "I believe Miss Clara is waiting for you." He gave her a proud knowing smile and she wondered why. She'd always treated him as beneath her notice when she was here last time. "You should wear your pin," commented Laura. "Look who's talking," he winked at her. "Mo, Ma'am, why did he look at me that way?" Porsche asked. "He recognized your pin, besides, he knows if push comes to shove he can count on you too." said Laura. "He's a trained bodyguard?" "Retired, just like Rosa at the guest house." Maddie answered instead. "See you can relax a bit while you're here. but unlike Porsche you will have to wait until you're sixteen to get one of the special safes for you panty drawer. Which means," she didn't get a chance to finish as Michelle lifted her skirt and then after ejecting the little magazine and clearing the weapon she handed it to Maddie. "Michelle, Porsche," Curtis got their attention. "There is a special orientation in the dining hall at the same time as the others. Your Dorm Mothers know who will be there. I think you'll be surprised."