A/N- Okay, you asked for it. A sequel. I am still not going to tell you who Sarah shot at the end of Truer Lies. I don't want to spoil the surprise. Though maybe you will figure it out from this chapter. I will try not to give it away. Or maybe I will try and give it away and see how good at guessing you are. Hmm. It is an interesting thought. How deeply do my readers read into the story that I am telling them? Ha ha, I made a funny. 'Readers read.' Anyway, I guess you guys want me to continue with the story, huh? That's a stupid question. You wouldn't be reading this if you didn't. So I am going to tell it to you. I have some demands first. Well not demands, really. But I would like you to not stop reading if you like the story, not matter what or who I kill. Second please don't kill me, though I do give you permission to send me as much hate mail as you want if you dislike what I have done, which I think you will. That's all. Opps, I think I just gave too much away. Sorry. I'm gonna stop talking, well typing, now and continue with the story. Please read on! Thanks!

Oh, and a BTW, this doesn't start where the last one left off.

Present

"Shit." He mumbled under his breath, not shifting under the sheets. Not moving because he knew the feeling of what was being pressed against his head. The barrel of a gun was digging a hole in the base of his skull.

"Shit." He muttered again. He sensed the body behind him smile. That was odd, he didn't remember feeling anyone climb into the bed. He wondered if his lover was okay, but pushed the though from his mind. It was a moot point now. There was a gun to his head and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

"Move and I pull the trigger without a second thought." The shooter whispered. It was a girl's voice. Not surprising, given the circumstances. He knew that she would shoot. She had it in her, she had done it before and no doubt she would do it again if that's what it took. He reconized the voice. He knew it the moment she spoke her first word. It was a voice he loved. I voice he knew he would never forget.

"What do you want?" He asked a question that he knew wouldn't be answered. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. His body reacted to her proximity to him.

"You know what I want, sweetie." She kissed him on the cheek before pulling the gun away from his head. The man stood and watched the girl with the gun, wondering if she would shoot him now or later. Guess he would just have to wait and find out.