As I mentioned in last Friday's post, I'm not sure how long the Mitch Rapp Fan Fic will continue. You've met Raven as has Mitch. He's committed to being there for her as per her dad's request and has conceded to trying out their "friendship". What that might entail neither of them can identify. I hope you've enjoyed these little creative measures I've taken with the iconic Mitch Rapp character. Raven Christine Wilson is my choice for the amazing Rapp. Here we go with a brief recap to begin.
He returned to his chair and looked at her. She forced herself to meet his gaze.
“So you want to be friends.”
A statement. “I do.”
“I don’t know how good at it I’d be.”
She kept quiet for a moment as she pondered how to respond. “I have no demands,” she finally said.
He stood. She stood, set her empty box on her desk, grabbed a business card and a pen, wrote her private Sat-phone number on the back of it, and handed it to him.
He examined it. “Can I call you Raven?”
“Yes,” she forced out, knowing her voice sounded unsteady.
“Thanks for some ‘normal’ time,” he said.
“Thank you.”
He made it to the door as she followed him before turning back to her, pulled a scrunched piece of paper from his jeans’ pocket and wrote something on it against the door before handing it to her.
“I plan on honoring your dad’s request.”
With that, he gave her a final nod and walked out, once again quietly closing her door. As she walked back to her desk, she noticed he'd left her letter on the arm of the chair.
She picked it up as she moved past to sit behind her desk. Stared at the envelope. Considered not reading it – only because she knew the grief would erupt all over again, and she acknowledged to herself, maybe for the first time, she was weary of it. Tired of the intense pain of having lost both of her beloved parents. And later her fiancé.
She rarely addressed her loneliness, settling for busy-ness, indulging herself in her physical training and weaponry use, forcing herself to excel, to improve. Attending an occasional seminar specific to her area of expertise. She gave an abbreviated hard laugh at the thought: it surely didn’t seem like her specialty with high level operatives did much good for Mitch Rapp.
She ripped the letter out of the envelope and began reading it. Yes, the tears fell as the words registered and reminded her of her dad’s devotion and love and the stark and very telling instruction to find Mitch Rapp if she was ever in real trouble.
His final words confirmed what she’d suspected but had never admitted to herself prior to reading them: he suspected he might be heading into a potentially deadly situation. That 21st birthday celebration where he’d taken her to dinner, made a concentrated effort to listen to everything she probably babbled about that night, presented her with the engraved ring she wore on her right ring finger with a stunning birthstone sapphire arranged between two diamonds on a platinum band: Forever, Dad.
She placed the letter on her desk and stared away into her memories as the tears dried.
When she heard the knuckle tap on her door again, she pushed away from her desk and quickly covered the distance once again to see Rapp on the other side.
After she hurriedly pulled it open, he leaned against the jam, folded his arms, and with that almost smile in place, he said, “I figured you might need a friend.”
She outright laughed and losing all sense of decorum, she put her arms around that solid body and embraced him. “I do.”
Father, I really can't thank you enough for the fun of writing this fanfic. Really has been somehow fulfilling, and I have you to thank for it. Apart from you, I can do nothing. Thank you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.
Into the Fire 