A/N: Here's another chapter, I hope you all like it! Please review I you do:) The long piece in italics is a flashback by the way! And thank you for all the reviews! Missblueeys63, Everlost101, FeelsOverloaded, Janet, and guests, thank you for your reviews and although I can't answer your questions directly, you will learn more throughout the story! :) Now, on with the story. . Enjoy!

"Where can they possibly be?" Sam got on his knees and pretended to search under the couch.

More giggling ensued.

"No, not there." He crawled to the other one. "Here? Nope!"

Another bout of giggles.

He scanned the living room and made and overly dramatic happy face and spotting Sadie under the center piece table. She squealed and began to crawl away. He got up and swooped her into his arms. "Found you!"

Sadie laughed and squirmed, trying to get down. "Less go find Jakey!"

She made a beeline into the kitchen, Sam on her heels.

"Oh no, you don't." Jules stood in front of the oven, hands on her hips.

"Please, mommy, just a teensy peek?"

Jules raised an eyebrow, amused. "Sadie, I don't think Jakey is hiding in the oven."

Sam grinned. "But the chocolate chip cookies are."

Jules laughed. "They're not ready. Find Jake and then cookies."

"Okay!" Sadie jumped happily. She pulled on Sam's hand. "Come Daddy! Less find Jakey to eat all the cookies!"

Sam leaned over to give Jules a quick kiss before he was pulled away.

Upstairs, the duo looked everywhere until they found Jake under his bed.

"Found you!" Sadie squealed as she grabbed her brother's arm. "Now cookies!"

Sadie and Jakey raced downstairs as Sam froze, staring at the dark space under the bed.

Darkness. Damp. A basement? A lone bed stood at the corner of the room. The floor was cement and so were the four walls. A metal door sealed him in. No windows. No light. His head was killing him and his ears were ringing. What happened?

He couldn't remember. He actively told himself not to panic over and over as he worked on getting up from the floor. His head exploded and he swayed. His head felt swollen and he felt nauseous. Concussion? Definitely. He checked for more injuries. Bruises and minor cuts, a gash on the left side of his forehead. Nothing major.

Ambush. He was trekking alone. Solo mission. An explosion only feet away. His ears ringed. Men heavily armed knocked him out. He remembered.

Darkness. Damp. Why wasn't he dead? Why did they want him? Sealed in. No escape. No light. His heart ached. Jules, Jake. He missed his 1st birthday. He needed to find a way out.

He scouted the area for potential weapons. The bed. It was old, rusty. Screws were falling off. He unscrewed a leg. He started banging the door as hard as he could. The shocks hurt. He kept going.

Finally, the door opened. Shocked face met his cold blue eyes. He knocked him out with the bed's leg. And he ran.

He didn't get far. At the end of the hall, a group of heavily armed men pointed their weapons.

He stilled, shocked.

"Took you long enough to wake up, Son."

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Still shaken from the memory from earlier, Sam sought comfort in his wife, pulling her onto his lap on the couch as the kids watched Frozen while eating their cookies with milk on the center piece table.

The chirpy music was lost on him as he stared blankly at the dancing snowman.

"Sam?"

He looked down at Jules's concerned brown eyes. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

"You okay?"

He didn't even try to lie to her, she would catch it in an instant, so he opted for another truth. "It's just hard to pretend to be someone you're not. And the worst part is having to pretend that I don't know you, having to hide my love for you. Jules, you and the kids are my everything."

Jules smiled sadly. "I'm not even going to say I understand, because I don't. But I do know this, once your mission is over, you can tell the guys and surprise them with the fact that you're my everything too. I've known these guys for less than a year and already they're like family. I'm sure they'll love the real you." She kissed him softly. "I already do."

He looked away so she wouldn't see the pain in his eyes or the destruction that would come with his deception.

Jules didn't know the whole truth about what he did. The truth would kill her, literally and figuratively. She and the kids would be placed in unnecessary danger. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he caused anything bad to happen to his family. So he told her parts of the truth, he deflected, and he omitted information.

At the moment Jules believed he was on a covert mission to retrieve information for the government. Which was all true. But what she didn't know was who he was retrieving the information from, what the information was, and the process in which all this would be carried out. As long as she stayed in the dark concerning this part of his life, she and the kids would be safe. And that's all he's ever wanted, for the beautiful, energetic girl that brought a smile to his face and stole his heart 7 years ago to be happy and safe.

Even if it cost him his soul.

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The streets were empty, the darkness broken by flickering streetlights and light filtering from office building windows on the top floors. He glanced at his watch and quickened his pace. 12:56pm.

Luckily Jules had fallen asleep quickly, exhausted from making love, and not heard him snuck out of the house. Hopefully, she wouldn't wake up before he made it back.

The silhouette of the phone booth came into view and he jogged the rest of the way. 12:58. He waited two minutes before he picked up the receiver so it didn't have to ring and disrupt the quiet around him.

"Did I get the right number?" It was a code phrase asking for his identifying number.

"BD00567389. You have the location?" Although not a soul was around, he whispered the words.

"2256 Monica Lane. Remember to retrieve the tracker."

"Got it." He penned the address and hung up.

Tomorrow after work he would pay Spike a visit. Sam hoped he hadn't washed the jacket yet or the tracker was toast.

A/N: Next chapter takes place in the past! Don't forget to review:)

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