IMPORTANT: part of the dialogue in this chapter is in Italian. It will be translated in the AN at the end. This will be true for any chapter from here on.

Irishfan62, we need to have a little chat… haha no. Seriously though, you know me so well. I do in fact reveal what CIG stands for in this very chapter.

On with the story

11 months later

Sam slowly let herself down. She couldn't see the guy, but he looked okay. She waited just above eye level until everyone left. She lowered herself to the ground. She didn't try to walk softly, instead she walked so her heels clicked. He, CIG, turned around. Sam pulled her cell phone out of her bra when it rang.

"Yeah, I got him. Just going to have a little fun." She hung up her phone and looked up to study him for the first time.

"You're really CIG, huh?" She asked, skeptically. He nodded.

"Nice to see you, agent." She made a noise in the back of her throat.

"Ditto. Wow," Sam laughed. "What does CIG stand for anyway?"

"Computer Intelligence Genius." Sam threw her head back dramatically and cackled with laughter. "What?" He asked, seeming upset.

"That's a little redundant." She stated. "Well, nice to see you again, but I have fun with the chase. Can't catch you this fast." She smirked and turned to walk out. "Oh, and do me a favor and hide somewhere like France so I have an excuse to visit." She stepped back closer to him. His face contorted into something weird. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I missed you after you dropped off the face of the earth to become this." She leaned back and gestured to the lab around her. He heels clicked as she walked towards the door.

Sam eyed the costumes on the bed. She particularly liked the black spy suit. "It is not going to be that hard to get CIG to cave. I need four years." She said into her phone.

"Five years?" Phil asked.

"Yes. You want it to be clean don't you? You don't want any deaths do you?" Phil sighed.

"Okay, Sam. Okay." She sucked her lip into her mouth.

"He's watching me." She informs Phil.

"How can he be wat-"

"He's watching me. I know him. He's got my whole house wired." Phil sighed.

"You need to relocate."

"No." She looks at the walls. "I don't need to relocate. He's not going to hurt me, Phil. He knows I can hurt him… ever since that two hour wedgie-ing incident."

"Puckett, I'm trusting you." She nods, hanging up. She turns to the walls and puts her ear up against it. She listens for the soft beep of a camera that has been turned on. "Bet you're watching her too." She mumbled. She pulled out her gun and banged the wall with it. She pulled out the tiny camera and smiled into it. "Not. Cool." She said. "We're supposed to be playing fair." She tossed the tiny camera into the fireplace.

"Sir." CIG sat in front of his computer screen and squinted his eyes. He hummed signaling Amy, his assistant, to go on. "Camera two on Samantha Puckett is down."

"Great." He groaned. It cost him a fortune to install it. He turns in his chair. "Samantha Puckett is good. Is there a way we can get another one installed?" He asks, running his hand through his hair.

"Um… Yes, yes we can. Wait, cameras three and fourteen are down as well." He nodded and waved his hand, dismissing her.

A Year Later

Sam, this case needs to be closed soon!

The voice in her ear screeched. She furrowed her eyebrows. She has three more years and she needs them.

Sam, are you ignoring me?

She nodded, but didn't say anything. This is all her fault, anyway… for reasons she doesn't like to think about, much less discuss.

Samantha Puckett.

Her eyes widened and she snatched the piece out of her ear. She crushed it the heel of her boot enjoying the crunching sound it made. Her coat was wrapped around her and she pulled her scarf tighter. She was wearing a cute red dress, very appropriate for the situation at hand and her hair was blowing around her face. She started walking down the street in the direction of a restaurant. She nearly jumped when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen checking the caller ID and groaned.

"Fuck this." She muttered before sliding her finger across the screen. She shoved her phone deep into her coat pocket and continued walking. It rang again and again, she ignored it. She was able to walk about half a mile until it rang again. She sighed, frustrated and briefly considered throwing it to the ground as well. She held her finger on the screen and hesitated a moment before sliding it.

"What!" She answers. Next thing she knows, she is being chewed out by her supervisor for destroying equipment. She rolls her eyes and hangs up. She cautiously put in her back up earpiece.

Sam!

Realizing that she won't be able to get away from the pleas of her boss she answered.

"What do you want?" She practically yelled.

I'm going to need for this to take less time.

Sam sighed. "You need to stop tracking and bothering me or it is going to take forever. I promise I'll have this done ASAP." She said, her voice softening. Four years left. She needs to keep her plan in action.

Okay.

She heard the sound, signaling that she wasn't being heard anymore and smiled. She made her way into the restaurant and shook the snow out of her hair. It wasn't as much of a restaurant as it was a bakery. She walked up to the counter.

"Ciao, signore. Ricordati di me?" Sam asked, smirking.

"Samantha! Chi non muore si rivede. Certo che mi ricordo di te. Ti piacerebbe fare qualcosa o volete semplicemente parlare?" The blonde across from her asked mimicking Sam's smirk.

"Beh, io voglio parlare. Più tardi, però. Ora voglio solo una tazza di caffè. Nero, per favore."

"Certo."

"Grazie, papà." She smiled, genuinely, and handed over some money. "Ci vediamo in un paio d'ore."

A/N: Hi! So, did you enjoy? If you have any suggestions, feel free to tell me. I'm still looking for a beta, so… you know. Don't be too hard on me. Oh, and I read through the story again today. It's all pretty darn confusing. Also, I do not speak Italian. This is all google translate.

"Hello, sir. Remember me?" Sam asked, smirking.

"Samantha! Long time no see. Of course I remember you. Would you like anything or do you just want to talk?" The blonde across from her asked mimicking Sam's smirk.

"Well, I do want to talk. Later, though. Now I just want a cup of coffee. Black, please."

"Of course."

"Thanks, dad." She smiled, genuinely and handed over some money. "I'll see you in a couple of hours."