One

June 18, 2003

"You want me on the task force?" I ask, slightly bewildered.

McCallister nods. "Yes, we've gotten an operation request and we'd like you to go under for us." He replies in his thick Scottish accent.

"Wha-uh, can I think about it? I'm engaged, I can't just go under without talking to Kelly." I say.

McCallister nods and checks his watch. "You can have until three, but then I need an answer so Easter can prep someone else. We would like to move as quickly as possible with this one." He says.

I look down at my watch; eleven A.M. "Okay. Let me talk to Kelly and I'll let you know." I say, shaking his hand.

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I pull into my parking spot, beside Kelly's car, and I get out. I walk by the parking garage security booth and wave at the young guard –Kyle- on my way by.

"Good morning Ms. Prentiss." He says as I walk by.

"Good morning." I reply politely.

I swing open the door and jog up to the eighth floor.

I slide my key into the lock and open the door.

"Kelly? Are you home?" I yell. Of course she's home, her car is downstairs.

I hear a thump from behind me and I spin around to face the closed bedroom door and I draw my weapon. I walk over to the bedroom door and take a deep breath. I always hate bursting into a room, especially when I don't know what's behind the door. It's terrifying, yet thrilling at the same time.

I throw open the door and freeze at what I see.

I put my gun back in its holster on my right hip, then turn back to the bed where my fiancé is sitting, naked, with a woman I've never seen before, on the floor, equally as naked.

Kelly is the first to break the silence. She turns to the brunette beside her and says, "I think you should go now."

I watch as she reaches for her shirt and I turn and walk out of the room.

I sit down on the couch while I wait for her to get dressed and leave.

I feel the tears well up as I hear Kelly walking around and getting dressed.

She walks out of the bedroom and sits down beside me, wrapping her arm around my waist.

I stand up. "Don't touch me." I say harshly.

"Em",

I interrupt her. "How long?" I ask as the tears spill over?

She doesn't respond.

"How long Kelly?" I demand, wiping my cheeks.

"About six months." She says quietly.

"Six months?" I ask, turning to face her.

She nods.

"So what, I propose, you say yes, and then suddenly I'm not good enough? Or I'm not home enough? Just tell me why Kel." I say in a broken voice that sounds nothing like my own.

"I-I don't know Em. Why are you even here? I thought you were at work." She says.

I snort. "Obviously."

"You're not answering my question." She says.

"Do you remember Sean McCallister from Interpol?" I ask.

She nods.

"He was waiting for me in the lobby at the office today. He had booked a conference room to have a conversation with me." I say.

"What did he want this time?" She asks.

"He offered me an undercover job." I say.

"Can he do that? Just pluck you from the CIA to work for Interpol?" She asks.

"Well he can't force me, but he can offer." I say.

"Are you gonna take it?" She asks.

I nod. "I am." I say.

"What about me? Us?" She asks.

"What about us Kelly? Really? Were you thinking about us when you started sleeping with someone else?" I ask.

He mouth drops open a little bit.

I nod. "That's what I thought. I'm going to leave and call McCallister and by the time I get back, I want you out of here." I say.

"I don't have anywhere else to go Em." She says.

"Go stay with your "friend" or is she married too?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "I'm sorry Emily." She says.

"I told you when we met, I don't do cheating and I don't do second chances. You did this to yourself Kelly." I say as I walk toward the front door. "Don't take your key either." I say.

"Do you want the ring back?" She asks.

"Keep it." I say, exiting the apartment.

I jog back down to my car and drive to the nearest parking lot.

I pull out my phone and the business car McCallister gave me and I dial his number. He picks up on the third ring.

"McCallister." He says warmly.

I try my hardest to keep my voice steady as I say, "I'm in. What do you want me to do?"

"Tie off any loose ends. There will be a plane ticket waiting for you at Virginia Beach Airport tomorrow. Your plane leaves at 10:30 in the morning, it will take you to Lyon. I'm flying back tonight, someone will be there to meet you at the airport to bring you to Headquarters." He says.

"I'll be there."