I usually don't have two stories going on at once, but I've had this idea for a long time and need to get it out of my mind. The only A.N. I have is that the PoV changes, and whoevers PoV it is it will be the name of the chapter. It'll also be written at the top. Well…that's it. Please review and let me know what you think so far?

NataraWilliams

"Just be careful".

"I'll be fine, Mal. If you haven't noticed l can take care of myself" I said with a smirk.

"I'm serious".

It had been only a few months ago that Mal and I started dating. Mal and I had been semi-undercover when it happened, pretending to be on a date at some charity meeting while we were actually keeping an eye on an important benefactor who had been recently threatened. I had joked that this, saying that situations that involved pretending to be a couple were happening increasingly often. He joked that maybe we should try it once for real. Our relationship started out as a joke, but it had blossomed into so much more. Recently I had gotten a call from D.C., and they wanted to temporarily relocate me for another case. I was going to take it, make it my last case with them, and resign soon after. Partly because of Mal, partly because I was so attached to San Francisco and feared being called away permanently. It was a rather odd case, since I wasn't even staying in America for it. I was heading out to Tel Aviv for a few weeks, since a total of three traveling FBI agents had gone missing around there in the past month.

"I'll be fine" I said, quickly checking the time to see how long until my plane left "And I promise I'll be home for New Years". Christmas was coming up, it was only two weeks away. I was still going to be in Israel at the time, but if everything went as planned I would be home in enough time to spend New Years with Mal.

"Speaking of that…" Mal reached in his pocket and pulled out a box, one with a Christmas bow on it. I felt a little bad, I was planning on finding something for him in Israel. I took it and opened it, revealing a locket. It was a dull silver color, slightly smaller than a chickens egg and in the shape of two angel wings. Before I could respond Mal had taken it and gently placed it around my neck, where it rested over my beating heart.

I smiled, saying "Who would have guessed that tough-guy Mal Fallon knew anything about picking jewelry?".

"Actually…Amy helped…a little".

I rolled my eyes. By 'a little', I knew Amy had pretty much told him what to do. "Well, it's beautiful, thank you".

As if on cue, I heard a cool female voice announce the 12:00 plane for Israel was leaving. I pulled Mal into a hug, and for a moment neither of us let go.

"It's a promise, you hear?" he said quietly in my ear "That locket's a promise that you'll come home".

"That may be the cheesiest thing I've ever heard a man say" I whispered, pulling away. He walked with me and helped me put my luggage on the security rack, and we stopped before I went in security to say goodbye. He was barely smiling, and the slight one he had seemed a little faked. "I'll be fine" I repeated.

As a goodbye he pressed his hand below my chin, kissing my forehead. It was a gesture that I found a little odd, but the fact that it was something I only ever saw him do to me I secretly adored. With that I left, going through security and boarding the plane. As I boarded I searched for his chocolate-brown haired figure in the crowd, but was unable to find it. The plane had barely gotten off the ground when I noticed my locket had somehow opened, and for the first time I saw what was inside. It was the photo of us in front of the station, the kind that usually had everyone working there in it. It looked as if it had once been the size of a wallet photo that you would give a visiting child as a souvenir, but was cut down to size. I can remember the day they took it, I wanted to stay out of it, I didn't feel like it was my place. But Mal insisted I belonged in it, and I had complied. The part which held him, Amy, Kai, Blaise, and I had been cut out of the big picture and placed inside. I knew it had been taken a few weeks after Ken's death. Maybe I was imagining it, but I could swear the smiles we had were slightly faked.

It took several uneventful hours to land in the airport in Tel Aviv, and even thought it was winter in San Francisco it was extremely hot and dry as I walked outside. I was searching for a Israeli law enforcement officer who I was told would be assisting me, a man named Locke Katz. I immediately spotted a man who looked like he was looking for someone, and he smiled as I approached.

"Ah, Natara, is it not?" he said. His accent was thick, but not an Israeli one. It sounded more Australian than anything else. He had that Israeli look to him, with his dark olive skin, dark eyes and hair, but his different accent made him seem like something odd and exotic. He had the look of one place and the accent of another, making his voice very out of place. He shook my hand firmly, taking one of my bags as we walked to a waiting taxi. We tossed my things in the trunk, and the two of us got in the back seat. I knew something was wrong as soon as I got in, the driver had locked the doors the minute I had sat down. I could hear someone yelling, and as I looked out the window I could see a dark-haired man running towards the taxi. He was yelling, but I couldn't hear what. My name was scribbled in untidy English on a piece of cardboard, which he was holding in his hand. Before he could reach us, the driver pulled sharply away and was already rushing onto the street.

"You're not Locke, are you?".

"No, I'm not" the man said. He reached in his pocket, pulling out a small switchblade. His voice had transformed into a fully American accent, his Australian one disappearing completely. He opened the blade and teasingly twirled it in his hands, clearly an attempt to unnerve me. "And if you value your life at all, you'll do exactly what I say".