“I assume you know why you’re here?” The second man asked her expectantly. “Not quite,” Cara answered in an almost whisper. “My name is Detective Graeme and this is Agent Carter.” The first man motioned to his colleague who was taking a seat opposite Cara. “Can you confirm your job title for us, Miss Jones?” Agent Carter asked, flicking through a file in front of him.  “I’m erm... the head of my department in Biochemistry,” Cara spoke nervously. “And...you worked on the Trypanosomiasis Vaccine?” Agent Carter turned another page.  “That’s correct.”  “With...err... Mr Charlesto

Archer pulled up to a large brick house in the middle of a quaint little village. The sweet scent of flowers carried through the light breeze. The building was a typical bay-windowed home, complete with wooden windows and shutters and a lacquered grey door that looked newly painted. The front garden was decorated in an array of brightly coloured shrubbery and flowers. In the centre of the garden was a large blossom tree, painted with stunning pink and white petals. Cara took a deep breath as she stepped out of the car, the breeze calmed the prickly heat making its way up her neck. Archer tangled his fingers with hers, kissing the back of her hand affectionately.  “Nervous?” He asked her. “A little.” Cara almost whispered. She took a deep breath and followed Archer up the grey paved path. The door opened befo

Cara stumbled backwards. She could feel the colour drain from her face, there was no mistaking what she heard.  Her hand fumbled behind her, reaching for the door and swiping her ID card clumsily. The beeping of the door opening alerted whoever was in the room ahead. “Hello?” The voice behind the door called. Cara tiptoed backwards, slowly closing the door behind her. Her heart was beating fast, threatening to burst out of her chest. She heaved breaths as she ran to the bathroom slamming her back against the door. Cold sweat ran down her neck. She closed her eyes, steadying her breathing. The faint sensation of the walls being too close to her caused her to slide down the door. The loud thumping of her heart resonated in her ears, her surroundings were blurred and she couldn’t focus. Cara pursed her lips as

** Trigger warning** This chapter contains scenes of violence. Please read at your own discretion. ______________________________________________________   “I love you so much.” Archer groaned into her lips. Cara returned the feverish kiss, “I love you too. Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked, biting her lip gently. She stared down at the beautiful ring sitting on her finger, it fit perfectly and the diamonds glistened in her eyes. “More than anything.” Archer held her hand, not wanting to let go as he sat across from her. “When did you get this?” She spoke in awe. “My father, Elliot. He gave it to me the

Cara was curled up in Archer’s arms, the Notebook was playing on the TV. They had spent most of the week in the same position, watching films whilst Cara ate her hormones. She glanced up at Archer as the scene on screen unfolded. Ali and Noah were fighting, reminding Cara of her and Archer’s relationship at the beginning. They had watched the film several times since being together and despite Archer’s armoured and inked exterior, he had the softest heart.   She gazed up at him, his eyelashes twitching under his sleeping eyes. Cara reached up, tracing his freshly shaved jawline. They would never be like Ali and Noah, Archer was everything to her. She wouldn’t need to choose between him and someone else, it wasn’t even a thought that crossed her mind. Their first weekend together had solidified any doubts she had about Rich. She needed someone like Archer; someone who could be both vulnerable