Sooooo I decided to start a brand new journey thanks to my wonderfully wonderful Doyle/Prentiss feelings. Anyway, I'm planning this story to be basically from the time Emily goes undercover, until her cover is blown. This one is pretty short, and we don't see Ian this chapter, but in the next he shall arrive!

As always, I own nothing. And, as always, I would love you all to tell me what you think, even a couple of words mean a lot!


"You're sure you want to do this, Lauren?" Clyde Easter asked Emily Prentiss one more time, using her cover name, as she prepared to leave for the airport, on her way to Boston where Jack Fayhe awaited to introduce her to a man who was supposed to know more about their target, Valhalla.

The brunette eyed him cautiously, before rolling her eyes. "You say that as though I really have a choice, Clyde," she replied, shaking her head slightly. "No, no I'm ready,"

"Be careful. Don't check in unless it's absolutely necessary, and remember not to blow your cover. You're Lauren Reynolds, now," Sean McAllister chimed in. The two of them, being the senior authorities on the team, had been the ones to accompany her to the airport. "We'll have eyes on you at all times,"

"Got it," Emily said, nodding. "Clyde, Sean... I've got this," she stated confidently, although she wasn't positive that she was as confident as she sounded.

"Be careful, darling," Clyde replied, and Emily rolled her eyes once again at the term of endearment he used for her and Tsia.

"I will," she sighed impatiently, taking a couple of subtle steps away from the two of them, hoping to tip them off that she really was ready to leave. She'd had plenty of prep. For the last month she'd been known as Lauren Reynolds, she'd memorized her history, every last detail. Emily knew things would be intimate, she was going in to literally seduce Ian Doyle. To make him believe she was on his side. It would be tricky, but she thought she could accomplish it. Clyde nodded, and she took a deep breath, pausing momentarily before she left the building.

Outside an SUV with unmarked plates awaited her. Without hesitation Emily approached and slid into the backseat. It wasn't a long drive to the airport, but with the high levels of anticipation flooding her mind, it seemed to last forever.

Once she arrived and went through security and baggage check, Emily found the gate listed on her ticket. She sat down as far away from anyone else as she could, and sighed, checking her watch and matching it with the time listed for arrival. Her eyebrows shot up as she realized how close she was cutting it. Most of it had to be attributed to Sean and Clyde deciding that they needed to go over every detail of what Emily had to do, as well as Lauren's background, before they'd let her leave.

"Passengers may begin boarding now," the attendant announced, and Emily looked up. It was for her flight, which was apparently here five minutes early. There was almost no one at the gate. That would probably be nice. It would give Emily a chance to try and sit alone. The less contact she had with anyone until she met up with Fayhe, the better.

The flight was relatively uneventful. As always, the food sucked, and it was just Emily's luck that she was seated in front of an angry, restless child who had taken to kicking the seat and crying the majority of the flight. It did nothing for her nerves. Several times she fought the urge to turn around and give the boy's parents a piece of her mind. Or rather, Lauren Reynolds' mind, seeing as their minds seemed to be intertwined. It was vital she thought like Lauren. She was Lauren now, after all. Immediately after landing, Emily decided to head to the temporary apartment that had been set up for her. She needed to freshen up, make sure she was ready. Sighing she remembered the building was on the other side of town. It was still worth it.

As she finally negotiated her way outside, Emily realized how immensely grateful she was for taxis. She hailed one and sat silently in the back, contemplating the upcoming meeting with anticipation. For all she knew, she would completely blow and slip up during the first conversation. No, Em shook her head, she wouldn't. She had this. She'd assured Clyde so many times she had convinced herself, but now that the moment approached she wasn't sure, but what she did know was that she needed to stay positive. That was the key right now.

She payed the taxi driver and walked into the building, looking around apprehensively as she crossed the lobby.

"Excuse me? Lauren Reynolds?" a man behind Emily asked, causing her to twist around so quickly she thought she was going to fall. As soon as she steadied herself, she opened her mouth to speak, but the man had already begun. "Jack Fayhe. Clyde told me I'd meet you here, then take you to the pub. I don't know how much you've been told, but there's a man; ex-IRA, wants to meet with you," he continued. Emily looked around, wondering why he wasn't talking more quietly. The lobby was empty apart from the two of them.

Emily nodded at his words, deciding it would be wise to act as if she had been given the bare minimum information-wise. Lauren Reynolds wouldn't know everything she knew. Taking a deep breath she pulled a cigarette from her small bag and lit it, she took a long moment to exhale the smoke once she lifted it to her mouth, then Emily met eyes with Jack.

"Well," she said. "Let's get going, then,"