Disclaimer: I don't own these characters they belong to Kudos productions. I don't own the song or the lyrics either; those belong to the handsome and talented Michael Buble.

Author's notes: 1. Inspiration for this comes from the song: Home written by Michael Buble- as stated in the disclaimer.

2: "" Dialogue, '' thoughts

3. Bold text indicates an email

Summary: Zoe's thoughts after her trial and exile.

Home:

Zoe was awakened after her alarm went off, and the music from Rio's only English language radio station blasted. She lay in bed groaning and wishing she didn't have to get out of bed and face another day alone. She shut her eyes pretending she never heard the alarm and listened to the music for a while. Her eyes flicked open again as the song: Home came on. It fit her mood, it was wistful, and it spoke to her:

Another summer day has come and gone away in Paris or Rome

But I want to go home.

I may be surrounded by a million people

I still feel all alone,

I just want to go home.

It wasn't as if Zoe made hadn't made friends in Rio, she had- her co-workers had been wonderfully patient helping her adjust, and her neighbours. It was just… she wasn't Zoe anymore she was Rachel, somebody that up until the aftermath of her trial never existed.

She was tired of pretending to be somebody she wasn't, tired of manipulating people and circumstances in the name of Queen and country. She supposed it was a noble cause at the beginning, but god did it ever demand a high emotional price.

Oh I miss you, you know.

And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you,

Each one a line or two: I'm fine baby, how are you?

She'd been writing letters to Will as well, or rather trying to write letters. She couldn't really get beyond the greeting. She would write those exact lines then set her pen down as frustration would overtake her. She was frustrated that, writing was all she could ever do, she could never see him again; never plan her wedding to him.

I would send them, but I know that it's just not enough

My words are cold and flat and

You deserve more than that

Will deserved more than just words, he deserved all of her. Before her trial, she was to that point, to the point where she would have given herself to him. But now, after Danny's declaration of love she wasn't sure. She knew she wanted someone, but would she have been able to take the risk with Danny, to risk their already strained friendship for something more? Zoe sighed as she put the question aside- all that was revisionist; she couldn't turn back time any more than she could go home.

Another Airplane, another sunny place

I'm lucky I know

But I want to go home

I've got to go home

She knew perfectly well that she was lucky to have gotten away from it alive. It became horrifyingly clear to her part-way through that somebody, somewhere wanted to make an example of her- was either going to let her go to jail or kill her outright by firing squad as a traitor. She knew as well that she was lucky to have gotten exiled to Rio, with its white sandy beaches, happening nightlife, and constant 25 degree celcius weather. But all that good fortune couldn't erase the aching longing to be home in London. She had a sad smile as she realized that she even missed the out-of-nowhere rain that could come down at a moments notice.

Let me go home

I'm just too far

From where you are

I want to come home

It made her think of the day she got that cable, untraceable of course. Merely a couple of lines:

Danny's dead. He died in the line of duty and will be fondly remembered. - H

She knew who "H" was of course- Harry. She called in sick to work that day, and collapsed on her bed crying tears of anger and sadness- the job had taken a second of her friends. She longed to be there, mourning him. She was at one point on the phone about to book the first flight to London. Her better mind took over though, as she realized that she couldn't, would likely be arrested on the spot right after stepping foot onto British soil.

And I feel like I'm living someone else's life

Like I've just stepped outside

When everything was going right

Zoe chuckled to herself at that. She had started living someone else's life literally. No longer was she Zoe Reynolds top officer in HM's secret service, but Rachel Templeton, a convict just released after serving time for petty theft.

Everything was perfect in her life: She loved her job, and was good at it. She had a gorgeous boyfriend, and was talking about getting married. And then, all hell broke loose

And I know just why you could not come along with me

This was not your dream

But you've always believed in me

She smiled, as she remembered all the people that had believed in her. She had worked hard to succeed in what was primarily a male's job, and she was awarded with the faith and trust of not only Harry but Tom and Danny as well. It was with great certainty not her dream to be exiled away from home, and friends. In her ideal world she would have retired quietly with Will and raised kids in a quiet little cottage.

Another winter day

Has come and gone away

In either Paris or Rome

But I want to come home

Let me go home

And I'm surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel alone

Let me go home

I miss you, you know

Enough time had passed she supposed that she should be missing home less, and less. That was not so. She had good friends here; or rather Rachel had good friends here. Zoe's friends were all in London and she couldn't get rid of the longing she felt in her heart to go home. The longing would always be there and it would never go away completely.

Let me go home

I've had my run

Baby I'm done

Let me come home

Zoe bit back tears of anger at that part. She was tired of being somebody else; she just wanted to be Zoe. It had gotten to the point where she didn't even know where Zoe Reynolds ended and her many identities began. She just wanted to give up this life, and go back home. But no, she had to stay she knew that. As far as anybody knew Zoe Reynolds was in jail, it was Rachel Templeton that was here, that was living. If only she could go home, just for a couple days…

It'll all be alright

I'll be home tonight

I'm coming back home

It was nice for Zoe to imagine that she could go home, but in the end her logical mind prevailed, and she realized that she might never go home. But she would dream of going there though.

The song ended and Zoe wiped the tears off and took a deep breath. It was time to face another day.

Fin

Again: the song and lyrics belong to the handsome, talented Michael Buble.