I find that there are a lot of stories about Lucas that are sad and lonely. I am guilty of enjoying those stories. This one will be a little different. Lucas is married, but not to Elizabeta. This is my story.

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Who was this person starring back at him in the mirror? He had barely recognized himself, he had finally had a good look at himself in the full light. His reflection in the window of the car in the middle of the night was barely a glance of what eight years in confinement has done to him. Warm water pooled in his palms and was brought up to his pale face to wash the leftover grime from his dingy cell. He used a fresh towel to dry of his face and leaned in for a better look. His eye squinted revealing an abundance winkles showing his age. 'Where did that scar come from?' he wondered, noticing a white line on his forehead. Being to focused on his aging face, he failed to hear the other presence that entered the bathroom.

"Dum spiro spero." Lucas glanced over his shoulder eyeing the head of Section D. Turing back to wash his hands.

"While I live, I hope." He stated as he scrubbed his hands vigorously. "Tattooing's part of the culture in there. You don't do it, you don't belong - you don't belong, you're dead." He spat. "They all mean something." The spy turned showing off the tattoo on his chest. "There's a specific iconography. Fascinating, really." After a brief moment of awkward silence."So, how did Tom Quinn work out?" Lucas turned back to the sink and continued washing himself.

"He took early retirement." replied the older man.

"How did you get me back, Harry?" He asked as he proceeded to dry himself with a towel facing the other man.

"We caught one of their top men accessing confidential files from the British Power Consortium. This is ahead of a substantial oil-supply deal between the UK and Russia. Very embarrassing for them. I used their embarrassment as collateral." Explained Harry.

"You horse-traded." He dropped the towel so it hanged over one of the sinks before he leaned on another. Lucas stared blankly at the man before him before turning around retrieving his blue shirt. "Have you seen her?" The younger man ask tentatively about his wife, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"I have. Actually, she found me. I see you gave her my private number." The man spoke in his stern tone. "Very bold of you to so."

"Sorry Harry, I had to. I just want to protect her incase anything ever happen to me." He smiled slightly as his heart started to race. "When did she contact you? What did you tell her?"

"A weeks after I've sent you she found me. She phone me everyday until I told her the truth."

She knows everything that pertains to you. She is very compelling, that little wife of yours." Harry gave Lucas smirk.

A frown fell upon Lucas "She knows where I've been."

"Yes." Seeing his distress, Harry added. "She even knows that your back. I just received a call. She's on her way up."

Lucas' hand slowly went up to his mouth as he leaned back on the sink, having mixed feelings about the horrible news that she had learned and the fact that she will soon be back in his life. "She's…" He let out a chuckle before he could finish his sentence.

"Yes, She'll be here any minute. I can assume that you are going to pass on the case and go home and rest."

Lucas didn't even hear what the man said to him, because he heard a commotion happening just outside the bathroom.

"Where is he?" The voice was both frantic and excited at the same time. Lucas took a few steps forward before he was stopped by the sight of his wife standing in the doorway. Tears filled her eyes. "Lucas!" Without hesitation she ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips.