Hey there, im sorry for the chapter change. I wasn't quite happy with the epilogue so I changed it to this one. its the same story nothing has changed, but I decided to do this differently. This one is more to my liking. pluuuuus.. I was actually awake when I typed it up. YAY! alright well here goes nothing. enjoy. P.S. next time ill proof read before I update, so you guys aren't confused. :) P.P.S. I write to the greatest hits of Fleetwood Mac.

:EPILOGUE:

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Agent Swan sat at her desk a quarter past ten, and no matter how diligently she worked, the towers of paper work that surrounded her never seamed to shrink. Her eyes began to hurt, and there was a throbbing ache in her lower back from the lack of lumbar support. Those old rickety office chairs were more of a health hazard than her job. Emma stood slowly, popping her neck and stretching her arms this way and that. 'time to go.' she thought, and almost immediately a heavy grumbling sound came from her stomach in agreement. 'good idea. Food first, then home.' she thought, and switched off her computer. Most of the lights on her side of head quarters were out and everyone, but the janitors had gone home for the weekend. Agent Swan had stayed; however, so she could catch up on some paperwork that she needed to finish going over before her three week vacation started. The thought of three weeks of having nothing to do, but whatever she deemed necessary thrilled her to no end. She would sit around in her underwear, and sleep in till noon, and maybe even go out to eat. to a restaurant. Emma had never been an avid reader, but she might even pick up a book.

On her way out of the office, Emma Grabbed her red leather jacket. The halls were empty, and it was pleasant to just walk the halls alone. no where to be. No one to impress, and for that reason, Emma put in her headphones as she moseyed down to the elevator. she bobbed her head to the beat of her music, and reached her arm out to press the down button. A large hand suddenly grabbed the young woman's shoulder. Emma spun, and slapped the hand away from her, then brought up a threatening fist to the assailant. It took a heartbeat for Emma's eyes to focus in the dimly lit hallway, but when they did she dropped her fists and pulled her headphones out.

"sir?.. I'm so sorry!" she exhaled, and stood up straighter when she noticed that this man was none other than the Director himself.

The Tall man before Emma straightened out his coat. "Swan, I thought you would've been long gone by now. catching up on some lost hours of sleep no doubt, yet here you are."

"I was on my way out, I just had to finish up a few things.. uh Sir." Emma said with an exhausted huff.

"sure, sure. I understand." He waved off the explanation. "you are; however, the exact person I hoped to see. Come, I have a mission I want to discuss with you.."

Emma opened her mouth to protest, but the sound of the elevator ding brought her attention back to her only means of escape into the vacation she longed for. Her eyes darted back, and forth between the Director's retreating form, and the open elevator door. This was her chance to go, she could leave and pretend that he didn't hear him. She could be in her nice warm bed in less than fifteen minutes. Then there was the option of a new mission. The chance she had been waiting for since her accident. no more paperwork. actual field work, again.

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, and turned her back on the elevator. She jogged after Director Murdock, and turned her back on the normal life she was never destined for.