Promises Broken

Rating: T

Spoilers: Just watch the whole season that has come out so far.

Summary: After Ellen successfully completes her task, Duncan does what he promises. Leaves the Sanders house forever. But what happens when Ellen doesn't want that? What happens when Ellen sees Duncan again and admits she fell in love with him? Major Ellen/Duncan.

A/N: This is told in the POV of Ellen. This idea came to me after watching the episode, Off the Record (1x11). Reviews would be great.

Disclaimers: I do not own Hostages or any of the characters. CBS does.

I did it. I finally completed my goal. To kill the president that is. I didn't think I had it in me. Not even my husband knew. As I headed off to work this morning, news reports walked up to me and threw questions at me like "How did it feel for the president to die in front of your own eyes?" I didn't know what to respond to that. They didn't know the whole story. The people behind the operation to kill the president knew, along with my family and I. But if I ever had to explain to someone how it felt to kill the man of power, it would be to the FBI agent behind it. Duncan Carlisle. I know it is hard to believe this, but the fact stands. He looks like the type of person that understands what it feels for someone to kill someone else.

I wish I could just tell him how I feel right now and forget about my life. Maybe my children could come with me to somewhere but here. Not my husband. Brian is a cheater. Before I married him, I thought he was the type to cheat. I ignored it of course. Now, I wish I didn't. That is the past though.

I stop my car in front of the coffee shop I go to every morning. As I exited the car, I needed to check to make sure there was no new reporters nearby. This is one of the places I don't want to see them. This is a place I actually get a chance to be alone from the crazy life I have. It happened ever since we were taken hostage. Sometimes, I wished we were never taken hostage. But other times, I wished we were still hostage. Many people would disagree with that statement, but I found that being a hostage makes you feel safer. Especially since I was the one to perform surgery on the president. Maybe some crazy lunatic would kill my whole family if they didn't come. Maybe no one.

As I stepped into the quiet coffee shop, there was someone I did not expect to see ever again. But there he was, in front of me, drinking coffee at a table. He was on his phone doing whatever he usually does on his phone I guess. Duncan. The same person I just admitted in my head I would tell anything to. Not wanting to feel like a stalker watching Duncan, I stepped into the small line. Everyone was texting or playing games on their phones. I felt out-of-place in that line.

Once I got to the front of the line, I ordered my regular coffee with a bagel. These past few days I got up and headed straight to here. Well, after I got ready for work that is. This probably isn't the best decision because of what I'm doing to my children, but it is the only solution in mind right now. Should I sit at the chair across from Duncan? I mean, he doesn't expect me to see him ever again. Would it be weird to see him again? My decision is to see Duncan again. I have no idea why I want to see him other than the fact I could pour my feelings about killing the president to him. Slowly, I headed towards Duncan. One step at a time. He took a sip from his coffee, but still didn't notice me. Or did he? I mean, he is a trained federal agent.

I took a seat across from him. Finally getting there. He was on his phone typing something until he looked up at me in a face that scared me a little. I shivered inside. "Hey," I said nervously. Probably not the best way to start a conversation, but it was the way that felt right. He removed his phone from in front of his face.

"Ellen, what are you doing here?" he asked me. "It's Sunday you know." It's Sunday? Already? It felt like the week has dragged longer than that. But I guess he's probably right.

"What are you doing here on Sunday also?" I replied. Two can play the question game.

"New case. New murder. Same day every day. Occasionally you get a kidnap or a protection detail, but it's usually a murder. Now, what are you doing here on Sunday? Shouldn't you want to spend time with your family?" I forgot he had work on Sundays also. Cops never get to choose their hours. Crime did.

"I'm here because I'm heading to work and trying to get away from news reporters. They bug me so much asking the same question over and over until you answer the question. That is really annoying." I don't think he is believing me. My story, the truth, is not very convincing apparently.

"Ellen, you can just say you don't want to see your husband. I understand." Of course he guessed correctly the reason I am running away to work. If this is just going to happen for the rest of my life, I should just give him divorce papers. It would solve my problem.

I smiled. "You're right. After learning about his secret, I don't really want to see him again." He smirked for a quick second like he needed to prove that he guessed the right answer. This is why I find him so attractive. Whoa. That escalated quickly. Did I just say I found him attractive? I guess I am learning new things about myself everyday.

"You know you can't just keep doing this. Run to work, go home late at night. Next morning, repeat exactly what you did yesterday right?" He said this like he knew what I do, like he stalked me in the past week. Or two. I have lost track of time so it could be a month for all I know.

I sighed, "I know." No one said anything after that. He went back to be on his phone and I just looked at him. His face was just perfect to me. I can't compare, not even Brian, to Duncan. He was a very fit, good-looking man. As I looked at his hand, I noticed something missing. His ring was not there. Actually thinking about it, he never wore a ring even though he's married. He probably can't at work. Duncan looked at me. I guess he caught me looking at his hand. He put his phone in his coat pocket. Something just happened at work I guess. Duncan stood up and walked towards the door.

"Come." I followed him not even knowing where we were going. My guess was when he said we would never see his again, he was only referring to my family. Not to me.

The bell to get out of the coffee shop rang. Quickly, I followed him outside.

Once I got outside, I saw the most beautiful, sexiest thing I have seen since. I can't even remember a better time. Duncan was wearing his black leather jacket with faded black jeans, leaning up against the back of a black SUV. Most likely, that was his car. "Ellen!" he yelled. He probably caught me again, staring at him. I shook my head as I headed towards him. Duncan started to walk towards me as I jogged towards him. Finally he caught up to me. We walked towards the SUV together.

"Care to tell me what you are planning to do?" I questioned him. "My work is going to start wondering where I am soon." He hopped into the driver's seat of the car. At first, I didn't know if I should go into the car, but I decided to go in. I closed the door as soon as I sat down.

He looked at me the same way he did before we kissed. This may not be good. "I was going to ask you what you would like to tell me. It seems you have something on your mind." Should I really tell him how I feel? I mean, he could still be married. I didn't expect to love the man who held my family hostage. It just kind of fell into place. "It's okay. I'm not going to judge you Ellen. There is no need to be scared," he said in a nice, calm voice. I just love how he can be strict and how he can be a nice, caring person. I understand why Nina fell in love with him.

"After that kiss we had, a long time ago, I. I fell in love with you," she faded off the last part. He didn't have to hear the last words of what she said. He knew what they were. Enough for him to lean into her ever so slowly. I didn't know how to react. He was about to kiss me. Again. Kissing doesn't mean I'm cheating on my husband. Does it? I tilted my head and closed my eyes. This is something I don't want to regret. Suddenly, his lips touched mine. His kiss was ever so gentle. Just like the last time we touched lips to lips. The kiss tasted like the coffee he drank. It wasn't sweet, but it tasted like black coffee. I didn't love that taste, but didn't hate it coming from his lips. Sadly, our lips released touch of each other. "I want to see you again Duncan. I don't want you to be gone forever," I whispered to him.

"I know," he answered. "I know." I wanted to kiss the man again, but I didn't know what happened to his wife. Are they still together? Did she die? Did they divorce? "Don't worry. Nina divorced me after knowing what I did to your family and what my plan was." I sighed. Okay, I guess it is fine with him then. Luckily.

Reviews?