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New York City, New York

8:57 PM Western Time

"Any luck?" she tapped the agent's shoulder, who immediately turned to her.

"No ma'am. His body hasn't been found," he reported. Landy sighed in irritation and nodded at him, moving on. They were a bit South off of where the report was said Bourne was shot off the roof, believing his body to have drifted down the East River. She glared as a crowd off reporters buzzed underneath a flickering lamp post, craving to get a new story. "Will somebody stall off the press?" A few men walked towards the reporters, immediate shouts of protest retorted out loud. Frustrated, she turned from the streets to the murky waters of the East River. She had offered him a chance to prove his innocence, to verbally counter the accusations of his part in the whole BLACKBRIAR mess but he had refused. "What were you planning, David?" she murmured under her breath. A few shouts caught her attention to her left. The men in scuba gear had broken the surface. She broke into a sprint and arrived shortly at their side.

"Did you find something?" she demanded.

"Not the body," he lamented, "But a found this gun jammed into the old pipes leading from the River to the city. Looks like one of the models the agency carried a few years back." Slipping it into a bag, one of the agents handed the gun to Landy, who begun to inspect it. Damn. This wasn't much.

"You think we should call off this search, Boss?" a black haired agent behind her questioned, moving out of the way of the emerging scuba geared men. Landy sighed.

"It's been three days, practically four. And no sign of him."

"Vosen said he got him. That he got Bourne square in his back. That the shot should have killed him."

"I don't trust anything that comes out of Vosen's mouth. Especially when it comes to Bourne."

"Where else do you believe the body could have drifted off to? We would have come up with something by now." Landy remained silent though she now remembered something about David's training she had heard being said. The agent always retreated back to familiar grounds. She turned from the scene and began to walk to her car.

"A familiar place," she mumbled to herself. The first thought that occurred to her, if Bourne had survived Vosen's shot that was, was that he headed back to that woman, Marie. But then, she remembered Marie was found dead in a river in India. She turned the corner, walked to her parked vehicle nestled in the bumper to bumper line of other cars, and paused at the door. He had no where else to go except… Her eyes widened. Of course. The only other person Bourne had trusted his undertaking was to… Nikki Parsons. She searched her coat pockets for her keys, pulled them out and opened the door. But, if Bourne had seen to it that they couldn't find Nikki, then Nikki was as invisible as Bourne was right now. That is, if Bourne was alive. She strapped herself in, closed the door and started the ignition. Suddenly, she heard the unmistakable 'beeping' sound… of a bomb.

Siena, Italy

7: 43 AM Eastern Time

"Wake up." Instantly her eyes opened. She looked up and before her stood Bourne, facing away from her, their bags in hand. She looked around. The Italian milieu viewed through the weathered windows told her that they had arrived. She warily stood as he walked to the cabin doors, opened them and glancing back at her over his shoulder, walked out into the hall, shifting his bag on his shoulder. They soon got off of the train amongst the crowd of the passengers and made their way to the station.

"What now?" Nikki asked, glancing around at the crowds. An uneasy feeling had settled into her stomach. He didn't answer, rather looked up at the signs directing passengers around to their destinations.

"This way." he mumbled and began to make his way through the crowded station. She quickened her pace, elbowing her way through to keep up with his strides. After a few minutes, they had made it out of the station. She faced his back, side glancing at the residents waiting for a cab. The sun was barely breaking through the horizon and already people were overcrowding the streets. Her thoughts were interrupted when Bourne glanced back. "We'll walk." Turning right, he began to make his way through the crowd. She allowed a woman to pass through before she dove into the crowd again. Shifting her coat, she glanced around. Where was Bourne? A sense of panic instantly consumed her.

"Bourne?" she hadn't meant for her voice to come out this uncertain but it had. Maybe because she was shivering at the morning temperatures, even through Italy was usually warm. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't visited Italy and was more or likely… lost. Suddenly, someone tugged on her arm and forced her into a stiff warm body. Her grunt was interrupted by her impact to the body.

"Keep up." Nikki snapped her gaze upwards to peer into the steel eyes of Bourne. Thanks goodness. Suddenly, his gaze snapped to a building five buildings away, to their left, which was under construction. His face steeled and she felt him tense up. He wordlessly began to lead her by the arm again through the crowds and made his way to a more crowded passage way. He glanced back once, making the feeling in her stomach heighten.

"What's going on, Bourne?"

"…" he said nothing, but kept up his quick pace without difficulty. At another glance, he suddenly took a right and walked them into a grocery store. The familiarity of a few things in the place made her feel a bit better but not by much. His grip didn't lessen, but his pace slowed down a bit. He led them towards the back of the store, towards the doors leading to the drop-off of the products took place. His hand drifted from her elbow to her wrist, in a fashion at which made her glance at the back of his head, and lead them to a door, leading out of the drop-off. Admitting she wasn't going to get much out of him now, she swallowed her questions for the moment and place effort to keep up with his strides, finally walking along side him. They smoothly blended into the moving crowd of the pedestrians, following the current until Bourne suddenly made them stop.

"What is it?" she asked.

"In here." he ordered and let go of her hand. He stood aside a door leading to a building, prompting her to walk inside first. She translated the placard outside the plaster coated building to be a motel. Her insinuations were proved correct as they reached the reception desk. A elder man of Italian ethnic was behind the weathered table.

"Una sala, si prega," Bourne requested, placing forward some currency. The older man nodded carelessly, produced the change, made Bourne sign an receipt and took back the paper. "Grazi," he thanked and lead Nikki to the hallway, up the stairs and into the end of a hall where their room was. He wasted no time in opening the door and automatically checking out each room. He walked back into the living room, which was the first room one was in entering the apartment. "We're staying here, for the night."

Siena, Italy

7:50 AM Eastern Time

He lowered the gun. The guy was good. Too good for his taste. The damn fool Hierst had warned him but… this guy was too good. Robotic-ally, he disarmed the gun and placed it in its case. He had been close to taking out the girl. Had it not been for Bourne, he might have accomplished it.

"This might take longer than I anticipated," he mumbled to himself. He shouldered the case holding the weapon, lifted a leg over the railing of the still-under-construction building and began to make his way down.

A/N: Anyone else thrilled that The Bourne Ultimatum movie comes out December 11? I am. I'm sorry I took so long in updating something to this fanfic. I kind of got some kinks out of this and it flowed a bit easier, for me.

I know, don't take so long in updating chapter 4 …that is if you guys want it. Only and if, you guys want it.

Till next time!

Mayachan

PS- sorry for the length.

Italian translations accumulated by Google.