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March 3rd.

Leland Residence

01:25 AM

Sleep was eluding him again. He tossed around, venting his frustration on the unsuspecting pillow before he hurled his head into it, sighing deeply. The silky sheets were cool to the touch and he found himself wishing he had someone to hold in the bitter hours of the night. His eyes scanned the dark room, the only light coming from the semi dark hallway and the half moon that shined from the sky. He had been fighting his terror for several days now and he knew he would soon completely loose it if he wasn't able to contact her.

Her last e-mail was short. She apologized, explaining that she was hurrying to catch a plane to Berlin and that she might get to Washington on March 1st. She told him she might be a little busy in the following days but she would contact him a few days before the first. He hadn't heard from her since. Despite his e-mails and efforts, he couldn't contact her and his imagination seemed to be working over time.

He imagined the worst things and every time he shuddered, he only just now found her, it was impossible that fate could be so cruel, not after opening his eyes to so much more then he ever had. He smiled as the picture of Christmas surfaced in his mind again, remembering holding her under the blanket, struggling for control and tempted to do so much more. He couldn't remember who started it but the taste of her was heavenly as he kissed her. He knew they were only trying to survive one of the most powerful storms that ever hit the east coast, or at least that was what the weathermen claimed, but he meant what he said that night, he never met anyone like her and that night he made love to her, fearing that they would never again see the sun shining.

He considered flying to Berlin but then Jack disappeared and he couldn't possibly leave the team at a time like that. His eyes widened at the absurd connection his mind made. He shook his head, how could the two disappearances even be remotely connected? Hadar was a psychologist; she had nothing to do with anything illegal. He sat in his bed, an understanding sinking in, what did he really know about her? After all, he hid many things from her as well.

February 10th

Weiss Apartment

16:37 PM

He sighed, a chuckle escaping his lips as she snuggled closer to him, their bodies slowly cooling down. He noticed the quilt in the corner of the sofa and pulled it, covering them as he settled more comfortably, moving his hands to stroke her hair. She moved her hand to caress his shoulder, tracing lines on his collarbone. "You broke the glass." She whispered, a hint of a smile in her voice.

"You tortured me to oblivion." He tried to excuse, laughing when her hand caressed his side, tickling him.

"You loved every second." She replied, smiling when he nodded his head enthusiastically, a wide grin forming on his lips.

"So, what are our plans for tonight?" He asked.

"I thought we could have some nice dinner in an Italian restaurant. You like Italian, right?"

"That depends on whether the restaurant looks like the one we had lunch in."

She slapped his arm playfully. "Are you always this cynical?" she asked and he arched an eyebrow, pretending to be hurt by her comment.

"I thought you liked my dry humor and sharp wit."

"Don't quote my words against me." She pointed a finger at him, laughing when he smiled at her, pulling her down for a kiss, their bodies seeking each other under the blanket. He sought entrance to her mouth and moaned when she gave him access, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. He aligned their bodies closer, deepening his kiss when she straddled him, her body warm and soft against him.

She sighed into his kiss, moving her hand to his chest, marveling at the way his heart beat furiously under her touch. He moved beneath her, pulling them closer and she pulled away from the kiss, moving lower, knowing already that she could send his control spinning with a mere touch of her lips at a certain point below his ear. He chuckled and moved away from her, his hand stroking long lines on her back, soothing them. She buried her head in his neck, sighing softly.

"We go up in flames very fast." He mumbled and she nodded her head. Myles breathed deeply, trying to make his mind work faster as he tried to find a safe topic for conversation. "Actually, I don't find the need to be cynical around you so usually, I am much more cynical." He answered truthfully and she smiled, kissing his shoulder.

"You have an accent." She said. "I mean besides the American accent, sometimes when you speak…"

"New England." He said, his hands continuing to caress her bare back. "I lived in Boston most of my life."

She arched an eyebrow. "Did you go to Harvard?" He nodded his head, smiling. "Law school?"

"Yes, I have a law degree." He said.

"Very impressive, but then again it fits the Leland name. I bet everyone in your family went to Harvard."

Myles rolled his eyes. "Yes, I almost went to Yale but my father…" He trailed off, averting his eyes from her face and clearing his throat. "What about you?"

She smiled. "I have a master in psychology and I studied modern history as a minor in my bachelor degree."

Myles seemed impressed. "No wonder you listen so well. Look at me, I haven't been at your place for three hours and you already have me on the couch lying down."

Hadar giggled, leaning down to kiss him softly before settling closer to him. He smiled and enveloped his arms around her, closing his eyes and giving in to the sweet tiredness that enveloped him, falling into a deep sleep while keeping her close to him.

March 3rd

01:22 AM

"But you're not an agent." He stated again, speaking after several minutes of scanning the pictures on the desk. "Then why are you here?"

Hadar sighed. "I'm supposed to get you inside." She pointed at the pictures that were scattered around the desk. "I don't need an invitation to get inside and I know every hidden passage the house has."

"And then what?" Jack asked, his brave face failing as he sighed.

"I'm going down with you, I guess."

"They're using someone against you, right? They have leverage."

Hadar nodded her head. "Just like they have on you."

Jack shook his head, tempting to slam his fist against something. "If only I could warn her somehow. I should have noticed someone was following us, I should have sensed it." He covered his face with his hands, breathing deeply, the thought that they were being followed for so long was still sickening. The thought that she was in danger was killing him; he wouldn't be able to live without her.

"No one senses such things, Jack, it only happens in the movies." Hadar sat down on the floor. "There was something odd about the Berlin tip, I should have known better."

"There must be someway for us to get out of this mess." Jack sat beside her on the floor.

"Can we chance the lives of the ones we love?" She asked quietly and Jack shook his head, they were caught in the web and now they had to fight their way out. Jack leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, his mind racing as he tried to find a way out. "We have to find a way." He said. "I won't become another Mason Harvey."

She looked at him quizzically. "Who?"

"Hadar, I don't think we are the only agents who are being manipulated by leverage."

February 5th.

Herrman's Estate

19:52 PM

Myles glanced at the art he was surrounded with, the walls were bright and the entire room was full of light, large chandeliers decorating the ceiling of the large hall. It was heaven for him, a great fan of art galleries and silent beauty. He turned his head when he sensed someone standing beside him, nodding his head he spoke softly.

"Your collection is impressive Mr. Herrman." Myles complimented, taking a small sip from his wine. "And your wine selection surpasses it."

Herrman laughed, his blue eyes twinkling. "I appreciate your opinion Mr. Richmond, I'm glad you find the art to be of your liking. It took my family many years to accomplish this fine collection." Myles nodded his head, wondering how many of the old paintings were stolen during the war. "If I may say, I believe you have the finest possession in the room." Herrman commented and Myles raised an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?"

Herrman motioned towards the bar where Sue sat down, speaking with a blond man. "Your sister is quite a fine jewel; my nephew seemed to find her fascinating. They would make a fine match."

"A match?" Myles smiled sardonically. "I believe it is still too early to decide." Sue turned around and he saw the discomfort in her eyes and straightened his shoulders. "However, as her big brother…"

Herrman chuckled. "Of course, let me introduce you."

Herrman led the way and Myles followed, his eyes scanning the room and eyeing Jack who followed him from a safe distance, carrying an empty tray in his hand. "William, my boy." Herrman cleared his throat and the younger man nodded his head. "I want you to meet Myles Richmond. Myles, this is my nephew William Herrman." The two men shook hands.

"Your sister is a charming lady." William commented, kissing Sue's hand.

Sue blushed and giggled. "It was a pleasure to meet you William."

"If you excuse us, I believe I promised my dear sister a dance." Myles offered her his hand and she accepted, smiling as they headed towards the dance floor. Myles was an excellent dancer, and he made sure to position them so that Sue could read the two men's lips.

"Thank you for the quick rescue." Sue spoke softly in his ear and Myles nodded his head, scanning the room and watching with amusement as Jack frowned at him, with a smile, he distanced himself a little while twirling her in his arms, resisting the urge to smirk at his friend. "They are talking about us." She whispered and Myles tensed. "They say a match between the families might be successful."

"That's amusing considering the fact the Richmond's don't really exist."

"It seemed like Herrman spent lot of his time studying our very complicated family tree." Sue frowned a little. "It's very disconcerting the way they keep on mentioning a match."

"My mother." She saw Myles' lips move and his fair face turned a shade paler as he moved them away from the center of the room.

Sue watched quietly as a tall woman with pale blond hair entered the hall. Herrman noticed her immediately and walked over, offering his hand. Myles' eyes widened as they struck a conversation. He tugged at her arm and swallowed. "Tell me what they're saying." He ordered.

Sue shook her head. "I can't see Myles they're too far away."

Myles stifled his angry response and closed his eyes, breathing slowly. He glanced around him, his mother and Herrman were far away and so far she didn't seem to notice him, however any approach they might make to the front entrance would blow their cover. "We have to get out of here." He whispered, grabbing her hand and heading towards the kitchen. Bobby opened the door, leading them outside and into the van.

"Your mother?" Dimitrius sounded surprised but the grin on his lips faded as he saw Myles' pale face.

The blond agent reached for a headset and placed it on his head. "Jack, can you see them clearly enough?"

"Yeah, can Sue read them alright?"

Myles delivered the question and Sue nodded her head. "Can you keep a close eye on her?" He asked.

"Myles maybe you shouldn't…" Dimitrius started but Myles shook his head.

"I need to know if she has anything to do with him." He almost sounded desperate and Dimitrius nodded his head slowly, watching when Sue started talking, relaying the conversation.

Her words seemed to wash over him, it was only small talk but the feeling of numbness that spread in his veins was overwhelming, the mere thought that his mother and probably his father had anything to do with Herrman was sickening. Sue mentioned that his mother was trying to set him up with a friend's daughter and he nodded his head, a wry smile on his lips as he imagined her reaction to his latest choice of a date.

Sue was quiet and he realized Herrman walked away from his mother, leaving her by the bar with her drink. Myles sighed inwardly, he wasn't always open minded and knew that there were times where he could be more understanding and accepting but Herrman's points of view were loud and clear, surely his mother knew everything about his about his white race superiority ideals, did she believe in them as well? He admitted at being prejudge about many things but Sue's presence in his life seemed to change him and he felt good admitting that he now looked at things differently…his mother couldn't have been involved with Herrman's activities, she didn't share his opinions as well, at least not vocally. He shuddered, he didn't really know his mother that well and the more he thought about it, the more unease he felt.

Sue's sudden jump startled him. "Gun." She breathed, her eyes not leaving the screen.

"What?" Tara looked at their direction and the screens that enveloped them.

Sue looked doubtful, her eyes moving between the screens. "I could have sworn I saw something that looked like a gun."

"All units be advised, possibility of an armed man inside the hall." Tara reported, her gaze still fixed on the screens.

Dimitrius shook his head. "Sue, are you sure…" He winced at the sudden chatter in his ear piece, several voices speaking together before the resonating sound of several gun shots deafened him. "Jack, do you copy? Bobby?"

Sue watched with horror at the screens. Philip Herrman was clutching his shoulder, his nephew screaming for help as a dark haired man lay sprawled on the shiny floor, his gun still in his palm, a stain of blood growing under his head.