A long night of work

The four of us, Vinnie, Don, Mom and I, are now in a private jet ready to fly out to the Vatican City. Just moments after the brief (three minute) ceremony, my “Italy phone” rang – it’s the phone I use to contact people I worked with in Italy. It was the Camerlango – the pope’s “assistant”….and a distant cousin of mine.

“Cousin, could you have called me tomorrow? I just got married,” I said to Giovanni.

“Cugino, è molto importante. Il papa è stato quasi assassinato. Abbiamo bisogno di te qui a lavorare con la nostra gente. Il Santo Padre ha bisogno del suo nipote Vincenzo. Portatelo. Fategli preparare "Requiem". Chiamami prima di volare in modo abbiamo qualcuno a riportarvi al palazzo papale” Giovanni tells me in rapid Italian.

“I need to get some stuff together and get clearance to fly with my weapons. I’ll bring my husband, Vincenzo, with me. There will be two extra people with us. When we land, I need to see the pope first then the team. Don’t bother calling my husband. I’ll tell him when we’re in the air” I say then hang up.

Vinnie looks at me with a questioning look. I knew he heard my conversation with Il Camerlango.  I gather my brother, mother and husband. I invite the judge to the circle.

“Bro, call Seamus. I need two drivers. One will take you and Mom to your apartments. Grab what you need – just the necessities. Meet us back at the condo in an hour. I’ll make sure you get escorted to your apartments and then to our condo. Mom, call the bank – you know which one – give them this number” I start to scrawl down for her, “Tell them that ALL four of us are on the way and need access to the vault and we need privacy. Vinnie, something’s going on in the Vatican that we both need to be there. Giovanni, the Camerlango, wants you to prepare Requiem. Jude, I need you to witness me giving my family FBI and InterPol authorization, powers, weapons and badges so the four of us are legal. After we’re all legal, Vinnie and I will head to the condo to meet the two of you there – on the way to the condo, I’ll be calling the airport to give us clearance to fly with our weapons. The four of us need to go the bank and enter the vault together. I’ll give everyone the details on the way there” I tell everyone.

The judge, Judge Jude Reinhold (name changed, NOT the actor), watched me give my family the FBI and InterPol clearance, authorization etc. We thanked the judge and ran downstairs to meet Seamus and the other driver.

“Seamus, you’re getting escorts to my brother’s and mother’s apartments then to my condo. I need them to get back to me safely. Vinnie and I’ll use the other driver. I only trust you with my family. Go!”

We get into the limo with the other driver. I close the partition and pull out my gadgets to make sure that I can make a private call to the airport without my conversation being recorded.

“Hello. This is Federal Agent Marguerite Guidicelli formerly Federal Agent Smythe. My badge number is  FA 7511283. I need clearance to fly out of the country to the Vatican City, Italy. I need clearance for three other new agents. We’re all flying out with our FBI issue weapons. Expect is us in about two hours” I hang up.

I turn to Vinnie to apologize for going on a case moments after our ceremony. Before I could say anything, Vinnie practically rips off my trench coat and takes off my skirt. This is getting hot. I unbuckle and unzip his pants as he’s now kissing my neck. He pulls me onto his lap…I squirm in the small back seat to straddle his hips. I look at Vinnie. He’s got lust in his eyes. I take his hard, thick appendage in my hands and guided him to the apex of my thighs. I slowly slide down his appendage to slowly torture him. He begins to moan.

“My love, I need to be inside you so bad. I am going to explode soon if you don’t stop torturing me,” Vinnie now pauses then begins to moan again. “Ride me, my love. Make me explode inside you, filling you. I’m going to get you pregnant today.”

Vinnie doesn’t need to tell me twice. I start to ride him faster, he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. He grabs my hips to stop me for a second; Vinnie leans forward to suck one of my breasts. He starts guiding me up and down his hard shaft again.

He starts to nibble my breast. I moan and a flood of wetness flows from the apex of my thighs. I’m on the brink of climaxing and so is he. He flips me onto my back and pulls his shaft out of me. With my legs still open, he leans down to kiss and lick the apex. I begin to scream. Me screaming in pleasure gets my husband turned on even more. He straddles me like I did him and his shaft penetrates the apex of my thighs. He’s lost all control as he ravishes me. We climax together. I feel him shooting baby batter into me.

When he’s done, he twists me so that I’m kneeling on the floor of the limo, my legs are spread and my breasts are on the cool leather seats. His still hard shaft penetrates the sore apex of my thighs. I gasp in slight pain. He starts to thrust gently, reaching both arms around me to squeeze my breasts. He squeezes a little harder than he did before. It feels so good.

“Harder,” I moan. “Everything harder. Oh, God, yes!! Even harder!”

We climax together again. I feel him shooting more baby batter into me. We disconnect and get dressed again. As I’m putting my trench coat back on, the partition slides down. The driver gives us a wink. Vinnie blushes, I laugh. We pull up to the condo. We tell the driver to pull into the driveway and wait for us in case we need to meet Mom and Donny on the way to the bank.

“Vinnie, pack what you need….clothes, shaving stuff, toiletries and various versions of Requiem. Grab your phone charger just in case. You may not even need this phone at all” I tell him.

I leave to gather paperwork to fill out for all our weapons that I put in the vault six months ago. It’s more paperwork than I have to fill out when writing a report on a case. I grab all my phones and charges. I pack jeans and tops, undercover gear, clubbing outfits and enough make up to put a drag queen to shame. Vinnie looks at me like he’s telling me just the necessities. What he doesn’t know is that what I’m packing IS the necessities.

As we roll our luggage out to the limo, Mom and Don arrive. We load everything into Seamus’ limo and squeeze in. The other driver leaves. I explain that we’re going to a vault inside a bank to get the passports I already prepared six months ago and FBI issue weapons. Everyone’s looking at me like I’m crazy. They’re all asking me questions, speaking over each other.

“I told Il Camerlango that I was going to tell you guys on the flight over but I might as well tell you now. There was an assassination attempt on the pope. Vinnie is the pope’s great nephew. I need to go because Il Camerlango trusts no one but me. He wants Vinnie to be here because the pope requested it. I will have a team already getting set up for me to work with the moment we land. Vinnie will see to you guys getting comfortable and get rooms at the papal palace. I will talk to the pope. When I’m done, I will meet with my Italian team. Once they debrief me with the situation, I’m taking the three of you to the shooting range so you all know how to shoot your guns. I am unsure if you’ll need to fire but you will have a field test of your skills as well as being tested at shooting at a silhouette on paper. In order to carry and shoot your weapons on Italy, you need to pass BOTH tests. I will teach you what I can. Here we are. Ok, everyone give me one more second. Before we enter, here are the id’s I prepared for you. They are to get us into the vault, we leave them with the guard. I will be the only one recognized as a federal agent there so I will carry the weapons out. The passports and Italian ID’s that are waiting for you have to be hidden in your clothes very well. I will help you with that. No more questions until we land in Italy. Let’s go, guys!”

We climb out and enter. We show our id’s and get escorted into the vault. I tell the guard in Polish to leave the door mostly closed for privacy. He nods in understanding. I take the key from my necklace and open the vault. I check the weapons and the bullets to make sure everything’s there and in working order. I take another key from the bottom of my shoe to open the box that’s inside the vault. I take out the passports and handing them out. I gesture that the passports get hidden in underwear. The credit cards I take with me are now on my body. The paperwork I take with me as well.

“Guard, jesteśmy gotowi. Nadszedł czas, aby eskortować nas do przodu, więc możemy odebrać nasze identification” I tell the guard.

He brings us to the front. He’s now edgy since I spoke to him in his native language. He knows that I know who he is. I tell him to calm down or his boss will notice. I tell him to trust me. We come across his boss. I quickly read the guard’s name tag.

“Thank you, Boris, for your efficiency and your respect to our privacy. Here is my business card. I can offer you a better job that you deserve with the FBI. We can bring your family here, your boss cannot. Call me” I say calling the guard by his Witness Protection name. His boss gave me a dirty look for trying to “steal” Boris from him.

We get into the limo and Seamus speeds us off to the airport. He parks at the private entrance for federal agents. We get our passports out. I give Seamus my old one with my maiden name on it. I tell him to burn it immediately. I told my family that I prepared this passports in hope that they’d join me and that I’d be married to Vinnie weeks before our emergent flight out instead of just hours before.

We board the jet. I tell them that the jet is mine. I told them to find a private cabin and place their luggage in there….I pull Vinnie aside and tell him to find the cabin furthest from my mother and brother. He nods in agreement. I find my pilot, Giuseppe, to ask him to file with FSA for us to fly to Switzerland than Italy. He said that he already did and that we’re ready to take off in five minutes. I call Il Camerlango.

“Cugino, voglio farvi sapere che stiamo volando in circa cinque minuti. Abbiamo intenzione di fare una sosta in Svizzera. Ti chiamerò qualche minuto prima di lasciare lì” I tell Giovanni.

After hanging up, I go into the galley to make sandwiches for everyone. My brother gives me a dirty look when I hand him a glass of milk. I tell him to deal with milk now but can drink sparingly when in Italy but only with meals. When everyone is done, Giuseppe tells us that we’re about to take off so we buckle up. We’re in the air just seconds later. This is why I have Giuseppe as my pilot. He gets me to where I need to get as fast as he can.

I take my seatbelt off and follow Vinnie to our cabin. I hop into the shower – yes there’s a private shower in this cabin – Vinnie joins me moments later. We dry off and change into pj’s.

I go out to where my mother and brother are. I tell them to get some rest and that we’re going to have a long twenty four hours ahead of is and not sure when we’ll be able to sleep again. I sneak into the galley to get a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes to bring back to my cabin with me.

“My love, could you pop – “ I start saying to Vinnie. He turns around and walks over taking the champagne and the flutes from me, placing them on the dresser next to us. He takes my hand and leads me to bed.

“My wife, my love. Twice today we had a quickie. You are so much more than that to me. Tonight, I am going to take my time with you. I’m going to love every glorious inch of your body. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you the way you deserve. I want to show you how much I love you, “ Vinnie tells me.

We lock the door, take off our clothes and lie down on our bed. Vinnie starts kissing me softly parting my lips with his and deepens the kiss. He slowly slides his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues tango for a long time before I start feeling Vinnie’s hands running down my sides and ending at my hips. He reaches between my legs inside the apex and inserts several fingers inside me. I moan. His fingers inside me start to massage; I immediately feel liquid flow to my apex. I tell him to penetrate me with his shaft but he continues to massage with me with his fingers. He leans over my breasts and begins to suck and nibble one as he massages the other. I can tell that tonight’s the night he’s getting me pregnant. I can’t wait.

I begin to moan in pleasure as I take his growing shaft in my hand. I slide my hand up and down his shaft until he starts to moan. He takes his fingers out of me and spreads my legs. He straddles me and adjusts himself over me. In one quick thrust, his thick shaft is inside of me. He begins to move inside of me slowly. I beg him to go faster but instead he still is slow but thrusts a little harder. I begin to moan. I put my legs around his waist so he’s closer to my center. He thrusts deeper now. I moan louder and run my nails down his back. He tilts my hips up and forward to go even deeper.

He thrusts become harder and faster, his sucking and nibbling of my breasts are rougher. I can tell he’s close to exploding.

“My love, lose control. It feels so good. My love, I’m close. Fill me now” I tell Vinnie. We climax together. I feel him filling me. Tonight’s the night I know he got me pregnant.

I have to be careful on this case and go back into retirement after this case…retirement from the field that is. I need to be home to take care of my family the way that my Italian ancestors did before me- staying at home with the children.

We fall asleep. What seems like only a few minutes, I was woken by a knock on the door. I go to open the door, I find Giuseppe at the door. He wanted to let me know that we were going to land in Switzerland in the next half hour. I thanked him then went to wake up my snoring husband. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m married but then again it’s only been a number of hours.

“Darling, it’s time to wake up. We’re landing in Switzerland soon. I’m going to wake up Mom and Donny. I need to have a pow wow with you guys before we land” I tell Vinnie.

I hop into the shower for a quick shower to in order to be more alert and focused. I get dressed in loose fitting black pants with lots of pockets, a tight fitting black ribbed turtleneck shirt, a thin Kevlar vest (not as effective as regular bulky Kevlar), a black vest and black combat boots that I had custom made for me. I was going to wait until we landed in Italy to put on my black scully cap. My hair is soaking wet, I’d rather have my hair naturally before I French braid it.

By the time I’m dressed, my husband, mother and brother were in the seats waiting for me to have a meeting with them.

“Sorry for the delay, guys. I needed to get into most of my gear before we land. Switzerland, as we know, is a neutral country. Each time I took an FBI team to Europe, we always flew here, refueled, go through customs and then fly to the country where the InterPol needed us. I have FBI jackets to make the three of you look official to go along with me. At Customs, they speak many languages here, obviously. Mom, Donny, the both of you speak Italian pretty well but please let me speak. I spent a total of eight years all over Italy and learned to speak different dialects. Vinnie, I’m going to need with some translations. I have to explain to Customs here that I’m here again as the Lead on the team of rookies. My Italian isn’t as perfect as it used to be plus I speak other languages, I end up using the right words with the wrong language and wrong conjugation.

I had the flight crew get you similar clothing as I’m wearing right now before we got to the airport. Going in and out of Customs in Switzerland and Italy we need to match….from our scully caps down to foot wear. I know, Mom, it is better to look good than it is to feel good; but in this case it’s more important to dress for the job than to feel good.

Also, I know we won’t get a chance to get solid sleep in the next twenty four hours. This happens all the time when on a case. With this information, there will be a major change in what we eat as well as how often we eat. Of course we’ll have the “typical” Italian food delivered but we need to stay with grilled chicken, brown rice, trail mix…..we can have carbs but healthy carbs – such as brown rice. I’ve learned as Lead on a case, the more healthy we eat, the more focused we are. We eat small meals every two to three hours. Coffee is good to drink just spread evenly throughout the day. Alcohol is limited when we’re off the clock – which is rare.

We work out when we can. There’s a lot of stress in this job and I’ve known many people who’ve burned out fast or even killed themselves due the stress. Exercise will help reduce stress but not relieve it. There is also no smoking. You’ll see the Italian team smoke like chimneys but they know when I’m to work with them, the either go outside to smoke or they don’t smoke at all. If they decide to go outside for a smoke break, they’re only allowed three smoke breaks per thirty hours on duty.” I tell my ‘team’.

I gather the passports for the four of us since I’m responsible just for us. I gather the paperwork for the weapons as well so we can go through customs here then fly to Italy. Giuseppe and the flight crew will take care of themselves.

It was easy to go through customs and didn’t need Vinnie as much to help with translating. We board the refueled jet. The flight is another two hours from here but we won’t take off for another three hours. I suggest to Vinnie, Mom and Donny to get more rest. At this point I knew I couldn’t rest or sleep. I gather paperwork for the weapons again. I sort the weapons with paperwork – each weapon has to be labeled for each person that is using that weapon. The proper paperwork has to be with the specific weapon. The serial numbers on the papers have to match the serial numbers on the weapons. If one digit is off, we’d be stuck in Italian Customs for another eight hours. With the assassination attempt on the pope, we didn’t have eight hours.

Once I get everything together for the paperwork and weapons, I call my cousin Giovani to tell him that we have a three hour delay due to weather but will call him again before the flight. Once off the phone, I organize my passport, my FBI credit cards in my (married) name in one pile, my bags. I make a pile for each person with their belongings. It’s important as a Lead to make sure that your team has everything that is needed and required of them.

I go back into the galley, I gather ingredients needed to make tuna fish sandwiches for the four of us. I put each sandwich in a plastic bag and then into the fridge. I get breath mints ready. I learned a long time ago that it isn’t nice to be in close quarters with people with tuna breath. It gets a bit ugly. Finally the weather is clear enough for us to continue our flight. I call Giovanni again.

I begin to pace the plane. My pacing is making Vinnie nervous. I tell him that I do it to keep my nerves at bay, go through different possible scenarios we may encounter. I share with him the one scenario that scares me the most.

“Vin, in my mind, I go through every possible scenario I can think of. The first few nights that I’m on a case, my poor bunkmate has to put up with me. The scenarios play out in my dreams. The worst scenario that the three of you can encounter is me dying. I’ve been close to it more than once,” I say referring to last year’s scenario that caused me into early retirement. “I’ve suffered from both hyperthermia and hypothermia. I’ve been severely dehydrated when working in 110 degree weather. I’ve survived the ugliest things except death. With the assassination attempt on your uncle’s life, the assassin will come for me first. I’ll be the prime target not because I am American but because I am the one leading the team. They take out the strongest first to leave the weak ones. If the assassin finds any family connection between you and your uncle, you’ll be second on the list….right behind me.

If I die while working on this case, take my mom and my brother and go straight to the American embassy. You guys still have your American passports. I no longer have mine. It’s been destroyed. I’m using my Italian American dual citizenship passport. Leave me here. Use the embassy to go home. Take care of my mother and brother. After a certain amount of time has passed, marry again. I want you to be happy when I’m gone,” I say to Vinnie.

I leave our cabin and begin to pace again. Twenty more minutes before we land in Italy. One hour after landing, we’ll finally be through customs. Twenty minutes after that, we’ll be on our way to the Vatican City. I go back to the cabin. With one look between Vinnie and I, I walk over to the bed.

“Babe,” I tell him. “Hold me.”

“My love, I will hold you forever,” he replies.

I fall asleep in my husband’s arms for the shortest twenty minutes of my life. It’s going to be one hell of a long night tonight.