Moira wrung her hands as she paced the study and looked out the window. Jacob didn't come home last night and it was already mid afternoon. What if something horrible happened to him? She wouldn't be able to go on if her fiance died. She didn't think it was drastic of her as she thought this. Jacob Frye is the reason for her to smile and be happy. Before, Moira was alone and relied on her father for friendship. Just like the Frye twins' father, her father was strict with her training to become a skilled and respected assassin. She had met assassins from other Brotherhoods and respected and praised them for their tenacity. When she had met the Frye twins, she grew to admire Evie but she was not too keen on Jacob when she first met him. She figured that Jacob didn't take his training seriously but she was able to see him out on a few missions. She had to admit; this man was very skilled with his techniques as an assassin. Though she was not very impressed when he would try to get her to smile. That's all it ever seemed he wanted to do with her was to try and get her to crack one smile.

Moira glanced out the window to see if she could see her lover stroll along the sidewalk. There was still nothing and the dark clouds wavered above, only giving her a grim feeling. She sighed and turned away so she couldn't think of the worst. She walked past the fireplace only to have something catch her eye. Smiling gently to herself, she saw the photo Jacob and Moira took together when they first started dating on the mantle. She picked up the photo and couldn't help but reminisce about the first time Jacob got her to smile.

Moira sat atop one of the buildings as she read through a book written by one of the members of the Brotherhood. She noticed that the sun was beginning to set but she didn't mind since she was also on the rooftop to look at the sunset. Turning the page in the book, she felt a presence behind her to which she immediately turned with her pistol ready. Pursing her lips, she saw it was the younger Frye twin. Putting her pistol back in the holster, she turned away from him to return to her book.

"Mr. Frye, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Moira asked as she said the last word sarcastically.

"To check up on the lovely Ms. Haywood," Jacob replied as he walked over to her.

"Oh, Mr. Frye. You do charm me," Moira mocked as she rolled her eyes and then fixated on her text.

"You don't seem easily charmed," Jacob said as he sat next to her.

"Very perceptive," she said dryly.

"You remind me of Evie," Jacob mentioned as he looked at her, "Always focused on the Brotherhood."

"That's because being an assassin is my life," Moira said turning a page, "Always has been, always will."

"That's no way to live," Jacob said as he leaned back, putting his hands behind his head, "Have you ever experienced life outside of the Brotherhood?"

"No need to," Moira replied quickly then looked at him, "I'm not a free soul like you, Mr. Frye."

"Always the formalities with you," Jacob sighed while looking at her, "You can call me Jacob."

Moira heaved an annoyed sigh, "All right, Jacob. Now can you leave me be with my book?"

She then felt her book being snatched from her hands. Blinking at her hands, she looked to see Jacob had taken it and was looking at it upside down. Moira could feel her face burn a little with anger, "Excuse me! You are very rude!"

Jacob looked from the book to the female assassin to see her face was a shade of red. He couldn't help but smirk at the reaction on her face then held the book out to her. She went to reach for it but he quickly pulled it away. Jacob then got up and leapt off the roof to a neighboring rooftop.

"Want the book back? Catch me first!" Jacob laughed then ran off.

Moira gasped and got to her feet, "You brute!"

She began to chase after him only to hear him laughing at her. He was certainly quick on his feet to where Moira almost couldn't catch up with him. Rooftop to rooftop, it didn't seem like the run was ever going to end. Nearly out of breath, she saw that Jacob had landed in a park and turned to look at her, as if waiting for her. Moira was utterly confused by his sudden change of attitude but still pursued him. She ran up to him and only glared at his stupid smiling face.

"My book, Mr. Frye," Moira spat as she held out her hand.

"Ah, if you insist, Ms. Haywood," Jacob replied and bowed as he returned her book.

Moira grabbed it angrily then turned, "I will take my leave now."

"All right but you are going to miss this lovely sunset," Jacob said.

Moira stopped in her tracks then turned to see that Jacob was looking at the gorgeous sunset. She didn't realize that they were on an overlook that had a perfect view of the setting sun. She held her book to her chest then walked next to Jacob to watch the sight before him.

"You planned this," Moira started, "didn't you?"

"Very perceptive," Jacob said in a somewhat mocked tone.

All right. She deserved that. She did feel bad for treating Jacob the way she did though his taunting didn't help with certain situations. Letting out a small sigh, she looked up at Jacob.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Jacob," Moira said softly, not wanting to show that she was that grateful.

Jacob nodded as he continued to look at the sunset with Moira, "You know, Ms. Haywood. You may give off a cold aura, but that doesn't mean you are cold."

"Is that so?" Moira asked, her gaze fixated away from him still.

"You just need someone to warm you up," Jacob replied.

Moira then looked at him to see a smirk on his face, "And you think that person could be you, Mr. Frye?"

Jacob's dark eyes glanced over to look into hers, "I can accept that challenge."

Moira chuckled then smiled at him, "All right. Then it's game on."

"I'm already in the lead," Jacob replied proudly.

"Is that so?" Moira asked cocking a brow, "How so?"

He smirked even more, "I got you to smile."

Of course, from that day on, Jacob did everything he could to warm Moira's chilly exterior and interior, whether it be small or large. At first, Moira was getting extremely annoyed by Jacob but after awhile, she began to feel something towards him. Eventually she began to fall for him and fell hard. She wanted to express her feelings to him but tragedy struck. Moira's father was taken ill and he succumbed to his disease. James Haywood was not only her father but her close friend as well as her entire life. This man taught her everything she needed to know to be an assassin as well as understanding what life was about.

After his funeral, she shut herself away from everyone including Jacob, Evie and Henry. She found solitude on one of Crawley's tallest buildings where she could be alone and think. She didn't want anyone to see her cry either let alone Jacob who would probably act like a git to make her smile. Moira didn't want to smile right now, her heart was broken. Not even the man she loved could help her smile. Jacob eventually found her and could see how distraught she was. She still expected him to act like his usual self but he sat next to her and placed an arm around her. He said that he was sorry for her losing her father and that he couldn't fathom how badly she was hurting she was. Moira looked up at him with a tear stained face only to throw her arms around his neck, crying into his chest. She could feel his arms envelop her and rubbed her back as she sobbed. Jacob just held her tight as she cried, not saying a word but doing his best to comfort her.

From that moment, they grew closer to each other and would spend the evenings together after their missions. She knew she had to confess her love to the cutthroat assassin especially after all he has done for her. They walked along one of Crawley's babbling brooks that ran to the Thames river and talked about their missions. Moira nibbled her bottom lip then stopped Jacob in his tracks by grabbing his hand to which he looked at her a little confused. Moira looked into his umber eyes and could feel her breath catch in her throat. Jacob fully turned to her and held her hand in both of his, concern filling his face. She took a deep breath and told him that she loved him so much for his personality along with his kindness. Jacob only smiled gently at her and placed a hand on her cheek to stroke it gently. He leaned in to brush his lips against hers, whispering that he loved her too before sealing their confession with a kiss.

Moira held the photo her chest and could feel her heart ache. Her dearest Jacob... where could he be? She heard a knock at the door that made Moira spring to her feet. Running to the door, she threw it open expecting to see her beloved but could only see the postman.

"Are you Ms. Haywood?" he asked.

"I am, yes," Moira said as her chest tightened.

"I am to bring you a very important letter," he replied as he held out a small envelope to her.

Moira took it to see it was written in Jacob's handwriting. She thanked the postman before closing the door. Making her way back to the study, she hastily opened the letter to see it was a message from Jacob.

Moira, my love,

I am so sorry for my absence. The mission went well for Evie and myself so we are unharmed and safe. I had mentioned London to Westhouse but yet again, he has brushed me off. So Evie and I took it upon ourselves to head to London and take it back ourselves. This has been our dream, darling, but we can't wait any longer. Will you follow these steps with me? Catch the 2 o'clock train that will arrive in Cannon Street Station and I will be waiting there for you. I love you so much.

Yours truly,

Jacob

So he was in London. That's why he didn't come home at all. She could only imagine the conversation Jacob had with Westhouse. Jacob has mentioned London many times to the older assassin but he was always met with the same answer: no. They both knew that London was filled with Templars but that gave them all the more reason to take it back. Jacob would tell her all that he wanted to do and she wanted to follow him with his dreams but the council didn't want to bother with it. Now Jacob and Evie were in London to take it back. Of course she was going to go to help her fiance and sister. Moira went to change into her assassin apparel and grabbed her weapons then headed towards the door, ready to join in the fight.