Chapter 79: Burying the Legend
The conference room at FSB headquarters was silent except for the sound of the projector displaying grainy images on the wall. The assembled officers, led by Ivanov and Volkov, were analyzing the data they had gathered after weeks of investigation. In the center of the table sat a single item: a bloody shell casing, recovered at a scene that still raised more questions than answers.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Ivanov began, rising to his feet. "After extensive analysis of the scene in question and other traces left behind, we believe we have found the only weakness of the so-called Babayaga."
Volkov leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the material. "Proceed."
Ivanov pointed to a series of images showing traces of blood. "These marks were found at a retreat point. After cross-referencing the data with the forensic labs, we determined that the blood was consistent with a gunshot wound to a critical area, possibly the chest or abdomen. Based on the amount of blood lost, it is highly likely that he did not survive."
One of the officers, visibly skeptical, raised his hand. "With all due respect, sir, we are talking about a ghost. A man who never makes mistakes. And now you want us to believe that he simply left evidence of his death behind?"
Ivanov fixed his subordinate with a firm stare. "Just because he is efficient does not mean he is invulnerable. No one is."
Volkov crossed his arms. "If Babayaga is dead, why haven't we found a body?"
Ivanov turned back to the screen, displaying a path outlined in red. "We believe he fell into a river near the scene. The currents would carry the body far away, making any recovery difficult."
Volkov frowned. "What if this is a distraction? A way to make us believe he's no longer a threat?"
On the other side of the world, Grant sat in a secure apartment, his expression thoughtful as he studied a small cut on the side of his abdomen. The wound was superficial, but enough to create a compelling narrative.
Isobel entered the room, carrying a tray of gauze, alcohol, and a bowl of warm water. "Are you sure this will work?"
Grant smiled faintly as he cleaned the area. "Russian intelligence operates in two ways: paranoia or resignation. If they think I'm dead, they'll stop looking. It's the surest way to ensure this story ends."
Isobel sat down beside him, carefully cleaning the wound. "That sounds risky. What if they don't buy it?"
Grant tilted his head. "They do. I left enough evidence to convince them. Blood, a custom-made bullet casing that only a professional would use… They don't have a body, but they have what they need to create closure."
She regarded him with a look of mixed concern and admiration. "You've really thought of everything, haven't you?"
"I always do," he replied seriously. "Especially when it comes to protecting you."
Days later, in the Kremlin, Putin was reviewing the reports submitted by Ivanov and Volkov. He stood and walked to the window, gazing out at the view of Moscow as he thought. Finally, he spoke.
"So, you believe Babayaga is dead?"
Ivanov nodded. "Based on the evidence, yes. The blood loss is consistent with a fatal injury. Furthermore, his absence for the past few days confirms that."
Putin turned away, his face expressionless. "If he's dead, that's one less problem for us. But don't underestimate the ability of a ghost to reappear. I want you to continue monitoring for any similar activity. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," Ivanov replied.
As the meeting ended, Volkov stood back, staring at the shell casing on the table. He didn't look as convinced as the others. That evening, Grant and Isobel were on the balcony of his apartment, sharing a bottle of wine. He raised his glass in a silent toast.
"To Babayaga," he said with a wry smile. "May he rest in peace."
Isobel laughed, though there was a note of relief in her voice. "I hope this means fewer trips to Russia."
Grant pulled her close, kissing her forehead. "It means less danger for both of us. Now it's time to focus on the future."
She watched him for a moment, noticing the weight he carried and the relief she felt at finally putting a chapter of his life to rest.
"You know," she began with a smile. "Even without Babayaga, you're still the most impressive man I know."
Grant chuckled softly, squeezing her hand. "And you, the most stubborn woman. But that's why I love you."
As the night wore on, the name Babayaga gradually faded from both their concerns, buried under the shadows of the legend that was now "dead" at least to the outside world.
Chapter 80: The Ghost in the Shadow
Rumors spread like wildfire through intelligence circles. Inside headquarters like Langley in Washington or Thames House in London, the name Babayaga resurfaced, arousing curiosity, reverence, and a little fear. The codename, associated with a legendary and almost mythical agent, seemed destined for oblivion until new reports of his supposed "death" brought him back into the spotlight.
In the corridors of the CIA, a few people whispered in hushed tones as they passed by the cubicles. Only a small elite within the agency knew the truth behind the nickname, but the rumors were now uncontrollable.
At CIA headquarters, senior analyst Michael Carter was huddled with his team, reviewing recent intelligence on the alleged elimination mission in Russia. The room was silent as he projected a report on the wall.
"So it's true," said Sarah King, a young analyst, as she read the information. "Is Babayaga really… dead?"
Carter adjusted his glasses and sighed. "That's what Russian intelligence wants everyone to believe. We have evidence of a highly sophisticated mission that culminated in the death of a high-level terrorist and a seemingly fatal confrontation for Babayaga."
One of the other analysts raised his hand. "But I thought Babayaga was just a legend. Something the Russians made up to justify their operational failures."
Carter shook his head. "It's not a legend. Some of us here know exactly who he is. And if what the Russians are saying is true, he's accomplished something no one else has: completely disappeared."
Sarah frowned. "Have you met him?"
Carter hesitated for a moment before answering. "I did, years ago. He is… or was… something unique. Intelligence, strength, precision. He wasn't just an agent, he was a problem solver, the kind you call when you're out of options."
In London, MI6 was also discussing the matter. In a dark room filled with files and monitors, the director of special operations, Sir William Hargrave, sifted through the information with his team.
"The Babayaga," Hargrave began, looking at the report, "a ghost the Russians have been unable to kill for years, is now supposedly dead on their turf. What do you think?"
A young agent named Emily responded. "If true, he took with him secrets that even we couldn't uncover. But it's hard to believe someone so meticulous would make such a huge mistake."
Hargrave nodded. "Exactly. This seems too calculated. A distraction, perhaps. Or a carefully planned goodbye."
"What if he's not dead?" asked another agent, Josh.
Hargrave smiled enigmatically. "If he's not, then he's even smarter than we thought. Either way, it adds to his legend."
At MOSSAD in Tel Aviv, a group of operatives were in a briefing session. Operations Chief David Ben-Shimon was in charge, giving a briefing on the incident.
"The Babayaga," he began, clicking on a blurry image. "That code name has been circulating for years, mostly in Russian documents. They've linked him to a Western agent, but they've never been able to prove his identity. Now they say he's dead."
One of the agents raised his hand. "Do you believe them?"
Ben-Shimon smiled. "Russia believes he's dead. That gives us an advantage. But personally, I think he did it on purpose. A man like that doesn't just disappear by accident."
Another agent chimed in. "If he's alive, then we should learn from him. Someone who can fool the Russians deserves respect."
Ben-Shimon nodded. "Exactly. And until we have definitive proof, treat him as if he's alive. Don't underestimate ghosts."
Meanwhile, in New York, Grant sat in his makeshift living room at home, reviewing FBI reports. He knew the rumors of his "death" were spreading. That was exactly what he wanted.
Isobel came into the room with a cup of coffee. "You're famous again," she joked, setting the cup on his desk.
Grant laughed, shaking his head. "Not famous, legendary. There's a difference."
She sat down next to him, crossing her legs. "And that doesn't worry you? I mean, if some people know who you really are…"
He shrugged. "The truth is, very few people do. And those who do, also understand the importance of keeping it buried. To everyone else, the Babayaga is just a myth now. One who's dead."
Isobel watched him, her gaze softening. "You always have a plan, don't you?"
He smiled. "Always."
A few days later, a confidential meeting was held at Langley between heads of several agencies, including the CIA, MI6, MOSSAD, and the BND.
Each brought their own reports, but they all agreed on one thing: Babayaga was now a definitive legend, whether he lived or died.
In the end, the consensus was simple. The codename Babayaga was never to be officially mentioned again. His "demise" was a golden opportunity to avoid further confrontation or complications.
And so Grant Shawn, the man behind the legend, got what he wanted: silence and the freedom to continue living his life without the shadows of the past.
While the world speculated about the existence or death of Babayaga, Grant was where he always wanted to be: at home, with the woman he loved, ready to move on. His legend would live on, but he was finally free to live the life he wanted.
Chapter 81: The Night on Fire
The moon shone faintly through the satin curtains of Isobel and Grant's bedroom. The clock read 2:23 a.m., but the soft silence of the night was broken by the soft sound of sheets rustling. Isobel woke, feeling an intense heat that came not from the room, but from within her. Beside her, Grant also opened his eyes, instinctively turning towards her.
She sighed at the sight of him so close, his broad chest rising and falling slowly as he woke. He stared at her for a moment, his blue eyes catching the moonlight, and smiled.
"Can't you sleep either?" he asked, his voice hoarse with sleep but filled with a softness that made her heart race.
Isobel laughed softly, sliding her hand gently down his arm. "Something like that…"
Grant moved closer, the heat from his body radiating as he slid his hand down the curve of her waist, coming to rest on her hip. He let his fingers trace the outline of the fine silk that covered her skin, teasing her with soft touches.
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world," he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.
Isobel smiled, feeling her cheeks heat up. She leaned closer, pressing her lips against his in a slow, lustful kiss. The familiar, comforting taste of Grant made her sigh against his mouth.
As the kiss deepened, Grant moved his hands skillfully, sliding one of them to the small of Isobel's back and then lower until he reached the perfect contour of her ass. He squeezed lightly, eliciting a soft gasp from Isobel, who looked up at him with a mixture of surprise and provocation.
"Grant Shawn," she whispered, her smile playful. "You always take advantage of every opportunity, don't you?"
"When it comes to you?" He smirked, pressing his lips against the exposed skin of her neck. "Always."
Isobel tilted her head, giving him more access as Grant's kisses trailed down her neck, exploring every inch of skin he could reach. She slid her hands down his chest, feeling the firm muscles that so often protected her.
"Grant..." she began, trying to form a coherent sentence despite the wave of sensations that flooded her. "I... love you so much."
He paused for a moment, lifting his head to look into her eyes. "I love you too, Isobel," he replied, with an intensity that made her melt. "More than anything in this world."
The room seemed to grow even hotter as they both gave themselves over to the moment, letting their desire and love speak louder.
As the clock ticked toward 5 a.m., Isobel was snuggled into Grant's chest, both of them still panting and their hearts beating fast.
"I'm definitely not waking up for my morning run," she murmured with a soft laugh.
Grant chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "I think we've burned enough calories for today, don't you think?"
She lifted her head, looking up at him with a satisfied smile. "You're impossible, Grant Shawn."
He shrugged, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Only when I'm with you, Isobel Castille."
As they both closed their eyes again, ready to enjoy the rest of the night, the room fell into complete silence. It was a moment of pure peace and connection, something they both knew was rare in their busy lives. But tonight, in the warmth of his arms, everything felt exactly as it should be.
Chapter 82: The Proposal in the Making
Grant Shawn had never been a man to hesitate when faced with important decisions. He had faced enemies on the battlefield, made split-second life-or-death decisions, and overcome the most extreme challenges as a SEAL and an FBI agent. But as he sat at the kitchen table that morning, a cup of coffee in his hand, he felt a nervousness unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Isobel was in her office, leading a meeting with her team, leaving Grant alone with his thoughts. He glanced at the ring he had purchased weeks ago, carefully stored in a small blue velvet box. The design was elegant, classic, exactly the kind that would suit her: a center diamond surrounded by small diamonds, symbolizing strength and delicacy at the same time.
He knew Isobel was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But the challenge wasn't figuring out how he felt about her that was obvious. The real dilemma was how to propose in a way that would capture the meaning of the moment and show her how much he loved her.
Grant showed up at the office later that day, under the pretense of discussing some details of a recent case. Isobel was at her desk, typing quickly on her computer, but she looked up when she saw him.
"Hey, I didn't expect to see you here today," she said with a warm smile that made Grant's heart race.
"I thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing," he replied, leaning across the desk to give her a quick kiss.
She looked at him curiously, tilting her head. "Are you okay? You seem to have something on your mind."
Grant hesitated for a moment, but nodded. "Just thinking about a few things. Nothing you need to worry about."
Later, Grant ran into Jubal Valentine at a nearby coffee shop. He knew that Jubal, with his outgoing personality and years of dating experience, would be the right person to help with the plan.
"So, you're going to propose to Isobel," Jubal said, clearly trying to contain his excitement. "Finally! I thought this day would never come."
Grant laughed. "Yeah, it's about time. But I want to do it right. I want it to be special, something she'll never forget."
Jubal thought for a moment, taking a sip of his coffee. "Well, Isobel's not exactly the type of person who likes big spectacles, is she? She's more… private."
"Exactly," Grant agreed. "I want something intimate, but meaningful."
Jubal smiled, his mind already racing with ideas. "How about something related to what you two share? Like… the place where you met, or something that represents what you mean to each other?"
Grant nodded slowly, an idea beginning to form in his mind. "I think I know what I'll do."
Over the next few days, Grant worked out the details of the plan. He decided to propose in a place that was special to both of them: the park where they often walked together on their rare moments of free time.
It was a peaceful place, surrounded by trees and with a small lake that reflected the city lights at night. He also made sure to include a personal touch.
During one of their previous walks, Isobel had mentioned how much she loved the tranquility of the place and how it made her feel at peace, even amidst the chaos of their lives.
To make the moment even more special, Grant asked Jubal and Maggie for help. Maggie, who was already recovering from the hospital, helped arrange a little surprise: a violinist who would play soft music in the background when the moment arrived.
On the planned evening, Grant took Isobel to the park, saying he wanted a walk to unwind after a hectic week. Isobel, unsuspecting, held his hand as they walked along the lake, illuminated by the soft lights of the streetlamps.
"You always pick the best places to take me," she said, smiling at him.
"I just want to see you happy," Grant replied, trying to contain the nervousness that was beginning to build up.
They stopped at a small bridge that crossed the lake, where the violinist began to play in the distance, almost imperceptibly. Isobel raised her eyebrows, intrigued.
"Did you hear that?" she asked.
Grant smiled, turning to her. "Yes, I did." He took her hands in his and took a deep breath. "Isobel, from the moment I met you, I knew you were different. You are strong, brilliant, determined... and at the same time, the most caring and incredible person I have ever met."
Isobel stared at him, surprised and visibly moved.
"You make me want to be a better man every day," Grant continued, kneeling before her and taking the small velvet box from his pocket. He opened the box, revealing the ring. "Isobel Castille, will you marry me?"
Isobel's eyes filled with tears as she covered her mouth with her hands. She nodded helplessly.
"Yes," she finally said, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Grant, I do!"
Grant slipped the ring on her finger and stood up, pulling her into a tight hug. They both lay there for a moment, surrounded by the soft music of the violinist and the glow of the lights around the lake, completely absorbed in each other.
Later that night, as they lay together on the couch, Isobel looked down at the ring in her hand and smiled.
"Did you plan all this yourself?" she asked, still in awe.
Grant laughed. "I had a little help, but it was my idea."
She kissed him softly. "It was perfect. You are perfect."
"And you make me want to be even better," he replied, holding her close.
That night, they both fell asleep knowing that they were about to begin a new chapter in their lives, closer and happier than ever.
Chapter 83: The Team's Discovery
The morning began like any other in the FBI's New York office. Agents were busy with their reports, reviewing pending cases, and tracking progress in the investigation. But to those who paid close attention, something seemed…different.
Isobel entered the office with a slight smile on her lips, something she rarely displayed. Her usual impeccable, focused posture was still present, but there was a lightness in her step that was hard to ignore.
Jubal was the first to notice. He was in the control room, reviewing the day's schedule, when Isobel walked past him. His eyes were immediately drawn to her left hand.
"Hold on," Jubal muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes. When he confirmed what he had seen, he gave her a mischievous smile. "Well, well, well. This is new."
A few minutes later, Jubal pulled Isobel into his office with some excuse. He closed the door and crossed his arms, looking at her with an amused expression.
"So, do you want to tell me what happened over the weekend?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
Isobel pretended not to understand, but the slight blush on her cheeks betrayed her. "What are you talking about, Jubal?"
"Oh, don't play dumb," he said, pointing directly at the shiny ring on her left hand. "That's it! Since when have you been wearing a piece of jewelry like that on your finger? And more importantly, who was responsible for that?"
Isobel sighed, but the smile on her lips betrayed her happiness. "Grant proposed to me on Saturday night."
Jubal raised his hands in celebration. "I knew he was going to do that! He asked me for tips, you know? He was nervous, but of course it all worked out. That's amazing, Isobel! Congratulations!"
"Thank you," she said, her voice soft but full of emotion. "It was perfect. He did it all in such a... Grant way."
"What does that mean? Planned with military precision and yet surprising?" Jubal teased, winking.
Isobel laughed, shaking her head. "Something like that."
It wasn't long before the others started to notice. Tiffany Wallace was the first to notice the extra shine on Isobel's finger as she reviewed documents at her desk. She nudged Omar Adom "OA" Zidan, who was standing next to her.
"Look at her hand," Tiffany whispered, leaning closer to him.
OA frowned in confusion. "What's on her hand?"
"The ring, Zidan!" Tiffany exclaimed quietly, pointing discreetly.
OA followed her gaze and widened his eyes. "I can't believe it. She's been proposed to?"
Before they could argue any further, Stuart appeared and realized something was up. "What are you guys whispering about?"
"Isobel. Ring. Wedding," Tiffany explained, quickly gesturing toward Isobel's desk.
Scola glanced in the direction she had indicated and smiled. "Well, it looks like Grant has finally made the next move. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, but this is huge!" Tiffany said, clearly excited. "We need to celebrate."
A short time later, Isobel was called into the conference room to review a case. When she entered, she found the entire team waiting for her, smiles plastered on their faces.
"What's going on here?" she asked suspiciously.
Jubal stood up, crossing his arms. "We wanted to talk about something very important before we start the day."
Isobel frowned. "What?"
It was then that Tiffany pointed dramatically to the ring in her hand. "That's it! Congratulations, boss!"
Isobel sighed, but couldn't help but smile. "You guys figured it out too quickly."
OA laughed. "You can't hide something like that. Congratulations, Isobel! Grant did a great job."
Scola nodded approvingly. "I knew he was going to do it. Now, how did it go? Did he plan something elaborate?"
Isobel briefly explained about the night in the park and how Grant had proposed in such an intimate and meaningful way. As she spoke, it was clear that the team was genuinely happy for her.
As if the universe were conspiring to create the perfect scene, Grant walked into the office later that day, bringing Isobel coffee. As soon as he laid eyes on the assembled team, he knew something was up.
"What's going on here?" he asked, looking at Isobel with an arched eyebrow.
Jubal was the first to speak. "We're congratulating your fiancée, Grant. Great job on the proposal, by the way."
Grant smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. "So you guys figured it out already, huh? I thought it would take a few more days."
Tiffany laughed. "With that ring, do you think she'd be able to hide it? No way."
Grant walked over to Isobel and kissed her softly on the forehead. "I just wanted to make sure she knew how much she means to me. It seems to have worked."
The team decided to end the day on early and they went out for an impromptu celebratory dinner. Sitting at a large table in the restaurant, they toasted Isobel and Grant's happiness.
"You really do make an amazing couple," Jubal said, raising his glass. "To the future Shawn-Castille, or Castille-Shawn, or… whatever!"
Everyone laughed, and Isobel looked at Grant fondly. "Thank you for making everything so special," she whispered.
"Always," he replied, holding her hand under the table.
The evening ended with laughter, stories, and promises of a bright future for the couple, surrounded by friends who truly cared about them. The moment was perfect, and everyone knew that Grant and Isobel's story was just beginning.
Chapter 84: The Big Day
The months passed quickly, and the long-awaited wedding of Grant Shawn and Isobel Castille finally arrived. It was a perfect, sunny day, with clear blue skies and a light breeze gently swaying the trees at the chosen venue: an elegant winery in upstate New York, surrounded by rolling hills and vast fields of grapes.
The ceremony would be outdoors, with a spectacular view of the mountains in the background. The venue was decorated with white flowers and shades of blue, chosen by Isobel, and subtle touches of gold, Grant's idea.
The guests began to arrive, each bringing their own dose of enthusiasm and energy. The entire staff from the New York office was there: Jubal, OA, Tiffany, Scola, and even Maggie, who was now completely recovered and radiant.
"I've never seen Isobel so happy," Tiffany commented as she walked Maggie to their seats. "Grant really brought out a side of her that I didn't even know existed."
Maggie smiled. "They're perfect together. I'm so happy for her."
People from different parts of Grant and Isobel's lives were in attendance. Friends from Grant's Navy days, including former DEVGRU colleagues, were gathered in a corner, swapping stories. Sam Hanna from NCIS Los Angeles was among them, laughing at a shared memory. On the FBI side, friends and colleagues of both were in attendance. Emily Prentiss and David Rossi from the BAU chatted with Jane Tennant from NCIS Hawaii, while Kate Whistler tried to contain her excitement at being at such a momentous event.
Grant stood in a private room, adjusting his tie in the mirror. He looked impeccable in a classic black tuxedo with a white flower pinned to his lapel. Surrounding him were a few of his closest friends, including OA and Sam.
"So, Grant," Sam began, smirking. "Are you ready for the most challenging mission of your life?"
Grant laughed, running a hand through his hair. "If there's one thing I've learned in the field, Sam, it's that the most challenging missions are usually the most worthwhile. And Isobel... she's worth it all."
OA gave Grant a friendly slap on the shoulder. "You're being quite poetic for someone who was once called Babayaga."
"Don't remind me of that," Grant replied with a laugh. "Today is about love, not horror legends."
As everyone took their places and the music began to play, all eyes turned to the flower-decorated hallway. Isobel appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing a classic white gown with delicate lace detailing.
Her hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, and the smile on her face made her look like a vision of pure happiness. Grant stood still at the sight of her, his heart racing. He could barely contain his excitement as he watched her walk toward him, accompanied by her father, who made sure to be by her side for this special moment.
When Isobel finally reached the altar, Grant took her hands in his and whispered, "You look stunning."
She smiled, her eyes shining. "And you look perfect."
The ceremony was conducted by a close friend of the couple, who was also a former FBI agent. He began with a few words about love, commitment, and what it means to face challenges together.
When it came time to say the vows, Grant was the first to speak.
"Isobel," he began, his voice firm but full of emotion. "From the moment I met you, I knew you were different. Strong, intelligent, determined…and utterly fascinating. You brought balance to my life and showed me that even someone like me can find peace and love. I promise to stand by your side through every battle, big or small, and celebrate every victory, because you are my everything."
Isobel wiped away a tear before beginning. "Grant, you came into my life unexpectedly, but today I can't imagine my world without you. You are my rock, my security, and at the same time, the person who challenges me to be better every day. I promise to love and support you, always."
After the ceremony, guests gathered in a large ballroom decorated with hanging lights and elegant floral arrangements. The band began to play as everyone toasted the couple.
Grant and Isobel opened the dance floor with a classic waltz that evolved into a more upbeat song that engaged all the guests.
Jubal, at the microphone, made a toast: "To the most incredible couple I've ever known. May your life together be as exciting as your careers, but for God's sake, a little more peaceful. Cheers!"
Laughter echoed through the room as everyone raised their glasses.
During the party, Grant made a point of spending time with his Navy buddies, sharing stories from the past.
"I never imagined that one day I would be here, marrying an incredible woman," he confessed to Sam. "You know how our lives are... you never know see if we're going to make it to the next day."
Sam patted him on the shoulder. "But you made it. And you made something incredible out of it. I'm sure she's your greatest mission."
Meanwhile, Isobel chatted with Jane Tennant and Emily Prentiss, both of whom were praising the beauty of the ceremony.
"You and Grant are inspiring," Emily commented. "You show that even in our difficult professions, there's still room for love."
As the party began to wind down, Grant and Isobel stepped out onto a balcony, watching the lights of the winery in the distance.
"Today was perfect," Isobel said, leaning her head against his shoulder.
"It was," Grant agreed, kissing the top of her head. "But the best is yet to come. The rest of our lives together."
She smiled, taking his hand. "I can't wait."
As they walked back to the party, it was clear to everyone present that Grant and Isobel were not only a couple in love, but also an unstoppable team, ready to face whatever life threw at them.
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