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I don't have much to say so here's the story.

The name "Emily Prentiss" now seemed like a forgotten friend to Lauren Reynolds. She had to so completely submerge herself into being Lauren that she had to put "Emily" out of her mind.

Emily despised Ian Doyle. She was undercover with the JTF-12 team who profiled terrorists. Terrorists like Doyle.

Lauren loved Ian. She would do anything for him and would help him get weapons for the IRA.

Lauren had been living with Ian Doyle for just over four months now. For the most part, she was comfortable. When they were alone, at home, she could forget all about the fact that he was the leader of IRA, a terrorist group out of Ireland. He was kind and sweet and the perfect gentleman.

But he was also a killer, an arms dealer, a terrorist. So no amount of gifts or charming actions could make him a good person. Emily knew that. Lauren didn't care that Ian was a killer. Lauren even kind of liked it. That dangerous part of his life was a thrill to her.

Emily was focused on finding Valhalla and, well, so was Lauren. But for very different reasons.

But now it was morning in Tuscany and Ian Doyle was waking up so Emily was put away and Lauren was in control.

Ian rolled over to face Lauren and smiled.

"Good morning," he said, his slight accent coming out.

"Mmm," Lauren leaned over and kissed him. Ian's hand slid across her stomach to her bare back. Lauren was reminded of the night before.

It was similar to most of the nights they spent together. If Ian didn't have "business", what Lauren called his dealings with the IRA, the two usually spent the day around the villa. Lauren did gardening while Ian made a few phone calls. Maybe she would take a dip in the gorgeous blue pool out back. They ate dinner prepared by Ian's chef and then spent the rest of the night rolling in the sheets. This was a pretty normal day for them.

There was a lot of downtime in their lifestyle. Between "business deals", there wasn't anything that needed to be done. Ian would take Lauren to Nice, France, to relax on a private section of the beach if they had a long weekend. They had few responsibilities and they were free to do whatever they wanted. As long as Ian didn't have IRA business.

Still kissing her, Ian pulled Lauren on top of him so she straddled his waist. She pulled back and smiled at him. Emily would've felt exposed, sitting completely naked on this man, but it was comfortable and intimate for Lauren.

"Good morning," she told him, smiling.

"What do you want to do today, love?" Ian asked.

Lauren leaned down again to kiss Ian's neck. Her lips trailed along his throat. "Well, I—" she started to speak but was interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door.

"Mr. Doyle, sir, there's a telephone call for you," one of the maids called to him from outside the room.

Lauren sighed as she rolled off of Ian. She pulled the sheets up to her shoulders while Ian called for the maid to bring the phone in.

Lauren felt secondhand embarrassment at the maid's discomfort with walking in to Ian and Lauren's intimate moment. They were both blushing, but the maid was undoubtedly more humiliated. Ian seemed unfazed with the whole situation; he was just impatient and wanted to be done with the phone call so he could get back to Lauren.

After telling Ian that Liam, his "business" partner, was on the line, the maid handed him the phone and quickly turned and left the room.

"This better be important," Ian growled into the phone in lieu of a greeting. Lauren smirked a little; it was no secret that she and Liam didn't get along. He was suspicious of her, with good reason, and had been ever since she and Ian got together.

Lauren had a feeling that Ian was eventually going to have to choose one of them to drop and she was damned if it was going to be her. She was doing everything she could to be sure that she stayed on Ian's good side. And if he fell in love with her, well, that would just raise her chances in being kept on over Liam.

While Lauren leaned in to kiss Ian's jaw, she listened closely to what he was saying on the phone. Her ears strained to hear the quiet echo of Liam's voice, to hear the other side of the conversation. Every word that she heard would be stored under Emily to be used again later when she talked to Clyde and the others. Speaking of, she should be meeting up with Clyde and Tsia later.

All Ian and Liam were talking about was meeting up later in the week to discuss another "business deal", a.k.a. arms shipment. Lauren would be there for both events anyway. She moved her lips down to his neck again.

After another minute on the phone, Ian rolled his eyes and hung up.

"That man is incapable of doing anything on his own," Ian told her. Lauren could feel the rumble of his throat as he spoke.

She smiled against his skin. "Wouldn't you rather have him run everything by you though?" She looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"True," he gave a little grin. "Now, where were we?" He pulled Lauren on top of him again.

She kissed him deeply, sucking on his bottom lip, before leaning back. "Actually, I have to go into town for a little while today. Get some shopping done," she told him, feeling slightly nervous. She always got a jittery feeling when she was doing something that Ian might not approve of.

"Oh, did you want some company?" He asked.

"No," Lauren gave a little shake of her head. "It shouldn't take too long."

"Alright, love," he kissed her again.

Well, she thought, relieved, that went over smoothly. Then she put her anxiety aside, pressed her bare chest into his and focused on Ian's lips against her own.

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