Allison McKenzie

High School reunions is a chance for new things

PG

Lauryn Hill's song "To Zion" Is used without her permisstion, sorry. I own all the Characters here. Monica McKenzie, David Smith, Tim and Jessica Brown, Ashley Huggins, Jonathan, Adnrew Thompson and carol Rhodes Thompson, and Josh are mine. I came up with them on my own, doing to have to ask if you can use them.

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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.Love is a fickle thing, so hold it close and never give it up without a fight.<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Monica McKenzie opened the hotel room door and dropped her bag on the bed. The reunion began at 7:30 later that evening. She opened the overnight bag and pulled out her tiny radio and her dress. She had picked it out especially for this night. It was a long black strapless dress that had a slit that ran halfway up her thigh, and she had picked out a pair of white opera gloves to go with it.

She hung it on the door to the bathroom and turned to her radio. She plugged it into the wall next to the bed. She pulled a CD out of her bag and popped it into the player. The deep bass of R&B began to flow from the speakers, followed by the smooth voice of Lauryn Hill.

Look at your career, they said

Lauryn, baby, use your head

But instead I chose to use my heart

Now the joy of my world is in Zion…

Monica turned towards the bathroom, pulling the pencil out of her jet-black hair. It tumbled down to just below her hips. She turned the water in the shower to cold. She shed her cloths and stepped into the stream of water.

The water woke her senses and she stretched, flexing all the mussels in her back. She sighed and picked up the body wash. As she lathered it and cleaned her body she remembered that last shower that she and Tom had spend together. He had washed her, taking great care to clean her wounds, after her brush with death. She closed her eyes and shook the memory from her head as she washed the lather from her body.

The shampoo smelled of Roses like her grandmother. She applied it several times before switching to the conditioner. This to smelled of Roses but it failed to bring a happy memory of her childhood friend. Instead it roused another painful one of Tom.

His smiling face gleamed up into hers and a small diamond ring glistened from her hand. She looked down at the same ring now. Love was such a hard thing, she wiped the small tear from her eye and reached to shut off the water. She climbed out and towel dried her body before pulling out the hair drier and blew her hair dry.

She turned to the dress she’d picked out and slipped into it. It hugged her upper body and at her hips it dropped straight down. She took her shoes out of the overnight bag and slipped into them. She then pulled her gloves on and slipped her gold cross around her neck. In the full-length mirror she looked like a prom queen with her deep green eyes shining.

She made a last minute check of her appearance and opened the door to her room and stepped into the hall. The two guards by her door nodded her approval and stepped out in front of her. They lead the way down to the limo that awaited her commands. A tall man opened the door for her and said as she climbed in, "You are looking exquisite tonight, sir."

"Thank you, Jonathan." Monica smiled and touched his arm in gentle thanks. He closed the door and the limo pulled away from the curb and headed toward John F. Kennedy high school, a minute later. Again her thoughts drifted to the man who she had left behind long ago.

She car came to a stop and the door on her side opened. She took a deep breath and climbed out. The three story High School rose in front of her.

"Good Luck, sir." Jonathan said from her side.

"Must be a very boring assignment. Having to baby-sit the Director." She cocked and eyebrow at him and he just smiled.

"Not really. After they tried to kill you last time…" He mumbled out the last words, forgetting himself. He shut the door and Monica climbed the stairs to the front doors of the high school. She followed the arrows that pointed to the gym, where the dance was being held.

Outside the doors to the gym, a table had been erected. Behind it sat a slim, sickly looking woman. Monica was slim but she wasn’t that slim, the woman’s skin looked like it hung off her bones. She stood when Monica approached and she out stretched her hand. Monica took it and shook it firmly.

"Now…who might you be?" The woman wore a tag that said "Betty Holston". Monica raised an eyebrow, remembering the woman. She had been the quietest one of the class. Monica was about to pull her ID from her purse but the woman made a sound of triumph.

"I thought your height was familiar. Monica McKenzie, the tallest one of the class. You must be 6"5’ by now." Betty handed Monica a tag with her name on it.

"No, Still 6"3. Just have on two inch heels." Monica smiled again at the woman and clipped the tag on her dress. She pushed the doors to the gym open and glanced around the room. R&B blasted from the speakers and a few people danced to it. She stopped the bar and crossed to it. Before she even made it to the bar someone called out her name.

"Monica?!" She turned and spotted a woman she hadn’t seen in years, but her red hair was unmistakable.

"Jessica?!" Jessica enveloped Monica in a giant hug.

"Oh, man. How have you been? I can’t believe it’s been twenty years!" A man that looked somewhat familiar came to stand beside her.

"I join the FBI." Monica said, trying to place the man’s face.

"The FBI really? Then you might know Tim here. Monica this it my husband Tim Brown. Tim, this is Monica McKenzie."

"Sir." He nodded. And his face clicked into place. Tim Brown had worked directly under her when she’d been an Assistant Director.

"Ah…Now I remember you, Brown. Never forget a pair of eyes." Jessica looked back and forth between them.

"You to know each other?" Jessica asked looking up at him.

"Mrs. McKenzie is the director of the FBI. She was my Assistant Director for a while."

"But enough about the office. How did you two meet?" She picked up a glass of wine off the table near her.

"In a bar. I was hopping with a few of my teaching friends and he was there. He came over to talk to me, after I was excessively flirting with him, and he got my phone number." She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

"I called her after work and we just kind of called each other for a long time before we became lovers."

"And then he proposed to me." Monica smiled. She remembered when she’d been that in love. A slow song came on and Jessica smiled. "You’ll have to excuse us…our song."

"No problem."

"Sir."

"I will hear no more of that, tonight. Just call McKenzie." He nodded and Jessica pulled him out of sight. Monica sighted and made her way towards the tables. She ran into an unexpected obstacle on her way there.

"Well, well, well. If its not that loser, McKenzie." Monica froze. She knew that voice. It was the person she’d worked very hard to forget in twenty years, Ashley Huggins. Monica forced her face to be neutral, like she did when dealing with certain agents.

"Ashley. How nice to see you." Monica said as she turned around. Ashley stood 5"6’ with blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore an extremely sheer dress. And Monica pulled herself up to her full height and Ashley had to look up at her and, Monica smiled inwardly, she looked slightly afraid.

"You still dating…what’s his name…oh yes, Josh?" The man in question crossed to her side, looking down his nose at her.

"No. I’ve moved on to bigger and better things. I’ve got a job now." Ashley raised an eyebrow and scoffed at her.

"What teaching little babies their ABC’s?" She laughed, and it took everything for Monica not to cringe at her annoying voice.

"Actually no. At the last minute I got accepted to Oxford where I received my Master in Psychology and I joined the FBI after that."

"FBI, ha! You probably just have a desk job there. Some lowly little secretary." She laughed and Monica smiled slightly.

"Well you could say that. I’m the Director, but for a while I was one of the best field agents around." Ashley paled, for a second, but that second made up for all the stuff Ashley had put her though back in high school.

"Yeah right. You are probably just lying." Now Monica smiled. She reached into her bag and pulled out her ID.

"It’s against the law to impersonate an FBI agent, let alone the Director." She held out her badge, which clearly stated that she was the director. Ashley growled and turned on her heel. Josh followed close behind. Monica quickly placed her badge in her purse and found a table to sit at. It wasn’t soon before she was joined again.

"This seat taken?" A soft male voice asked. Monica turned to come face to face with a man about 5"7’ with green eyes and red hair. He smiled and sat next to her.

"Andrew Thompson? Is that you?" Monica asked.

"Yeah. I didn’t think you where coming." He said, a small smile on his lips.

"Why?"

"Well, this doesn’t seem like a place where you’ll find the Director of the FBI." He motioned around the room.

"Tonight, I’m not the Director of the FBI, just good ol’ me, Monica." She smiled gently, glancing at her ring.

"I’m sorry about Tom." She looked up, surprised. "What? You think I wouldn’t know about him?"

"Yeah, I guess I was. Everybody says I should move on, that it’s been three years, but I just can’t. He died protecting me I’ll never forget that." Andrew covered her hand with his.

"I didn’t date you for two years without learning about your guilt." She half smiled, remembering. "And I bet your photogenic memory doesn’t help."

"No. I know I should move on but…" he nodded.

"I know what it’s like to love someone like that." Just then a woman’s voice called out his name and Monica turned towards the voice. "Carol. Come here, I want you to meet someone."

The woman walked over and slipped her hand around his shoulder in a possessive movement. Monica smiled at how Tom used to do that to her.

"Carol, this is my old girlfriend Monica McKenize." Monica reached out and shook the woman’s hand. Running a quick profile of her. Her dress wasn’t flashy but rather homely, hinting at kids, and her hair was a red and shoulder length. Blue eyes stared out of her oval face. "Mon, this I my wife, Carol Rhodes."

"Nice to meet you." Carol said and Monica nodded.

"Monica don’t psychoanalyze her." Monica held up her hands in defense.

"I have no clue what you’re talking about."

"So, what do you do, Monica?" Carol asked.

"I’m the Director of the FBI. What about you, Carol?"

"I teach high school English." Monica nodded and Carol pulled her husband to his feet as a song came on. Andrew turned to Monica and without asking a word she said, "Go. Dance, I’m just dragging you guys down."

They left and Monica got up to mingle with her friends again. When the night was almost over Monica returned to her seat with Jessica and Tim. They where talking about all the stuff they got away with in high school, when a tall man joined their table.

"You don’t remember me Monica? Oh I’m hurt." He responded when she asked who he was. "But I usually kept to my self so not a lot of people remember me."

"So what’s your name?" Monica asked, rather curious about him.

"David Smith. I had psychology with you." Monica still didn’t recognize him.

"Sorry, but your name doesn’t ring a bell. But what are you up to now David?"

"I own Brandy’s. A bar in Washington, DC. What about you?"

"I’m the Director of the FBI." A slow song began and David looked at Monica, raising an eyebrow in query.

"Wanna dance?" she shrugged.

"Sure, why not." He led her out on to the dance floor and they began to sway with the music. Not even a minute had passed when his beeper went off.

"Damn." He said, looking at it. "I have to go. Is there anyway I can reach you?"

"Yeah," she walked over to the table and picked up her purse, she pulled out a business card and handed it to him. "That has my cellphone number and the number for my office at the FBI. My home number is on the back."

He smiled, "Could I escort you out to your car, while I head for mine?"

"Sure." She said her good-byes to Jessica and Tim. David took her hand and held it in the crook of arm. When they exited the building he led her down the steps and her limo pulled up to the crib. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ashley watching her jaw on the floor. Monica turned to David, who was extremely handsome with his loose black hair and dark green eyes and his long lean 6"6’ form.

"Thank you, David." Jonathan opened the door for her and she was about to step in when she turned back to David and said, "I expect to hear form you, Mr. Smith. And I am warning you. I have ways of tracking you down."

"Oh, I wouldn’t dream of not calling you." She smiled and climbed in and Jonathan shut the door and climbed in the driver’s seat.

"Have a nice night sir?" She smiled at the younger man.

"Yes, haven’t had a night like that since Tom died." The man glanced back at her. "I’m fine John. This was a good idea." Her cell phone burred in her purse and she pulled it out.

"Yes."

"Hey, told you I’d call." Monica smiled at the voice.

"Good."

"I was wondering. If you’d be in Washington by tomorrow, how would you like a nice home cooked meal?"