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"It says it has to be two lines."

"I only see one-"

"There are clearly two lines there."

"I think it's more magenta than pink." She paused. "And why can't it be a bi-gender color like green or something?"

"Because then you wouldn't know if it were blue or green, idiot."

"Let me see the box again."

"This is the fourth test."

"Maybe it's a defective batch. You know, that happens all the time."

"They're all different brands."

"I only see one line."

"Two lines! There are two lines. Two very thick, very pink lines."

"Maybe I should take another one."

"You've taken four!"

"Yeah, I don't think I can pee anymore. I just want to be completely positive-"

"I'd say you are very positive and very knocked up."

"You're not helping."

"Okay, sorry."

"You know, it's not everyday I take one of these."

"I know."

"I mean, you know, yesterday I was worrying about my grade in Latin and now I'm trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to tell Mom and-"

"I know."

"God, this is why Dad should have let us go on the pill."

"No kidding. No offense, but I'm real glad I'm not you right now because this means I don't have to give up any of my life goals."

"You have life goals?"

"Yeah, like I want to get a-"

"Please don't say French poodle."

"What's wrong with French poodles?!"

"Having a dog is not a life goal!"

"Yes, it is!"

"Whoo, dream big!"


Molly felt the urge to vomit. She hated weddings. Especially weddings where one of the guests were part of her assignment. She was wearing stupid heels and a stupid dress that her sister had insisted she wear because she wanted the wedding to be perfect. It was hot outside and it was taking forever. She had been sitting in the stupid white chair for over twenty minutes and the stupid ceremony hadn't even started yet. She studied the groom and frowned. He was not the type of man she would have ever pictured Jenny marrying. He was too skinny and too nerdy-like Chuck. Jenny tended to go for men like Captain Awesome. It didn't even look like the guy had fixed his hair and his bow tie was ridiculously crooked. His name was Larry.

By the time the wedding march began, Molly was fidgeting. Her dark haired partner glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. "It'll be over soon."

"I don't understand why we couldn't have taken care of this before the wedding," she hissed through clenched teeth, "it's not like anyone would have missed him and I don't like being in L.A. more than need be."

"Me either," the woman replied with a smirk and Molly glared at her. She raised an eyebrow and Molly didn't bother to answer her unspoken question. The woman opened her mouth to say something when the flower girl crawled up into the seat next to Molly. She looked from the small girl to Molly and Molly said through clenched teeth, "Don't even go there, Ilsa. You do, and you're on your own."


"Okay, I'm going to say this one more time before we get out of this car," Chuck whined, "we can still go home and pretend I didn't flash and everything will be super fine."

"Shut up, Chuck," Casey growled. Chuck looked over at Sarah as she exited the car. He leaned in close to her and hissed. "You're going to let him do this?!"

"I doubt seeing Molly is going to be that big a deal, Chuck-"

He waited until Casey was out of earshot and grabbed Sarah by the arm. "No, it's not just about seeing Molly." He closed his eyes and said in a strained voice, "It's about him seeing Lizzy."

"Who?"


It was too hot to be in that stupid dress. Molly changed into a long white skirt and matching cotton peasant blouse. Since the hotel the wedding had taken place in was next to the beach, her sister had had the reception set up on the beach. When she met up with Ilsa at the reception, she smiled. Ilsa had also changed out of her dress and into something more comfortable. Ilsa smiled at her. "You're in a better mood."

"I can't think when I wear heels," she said absently, missing Ilsa's confused expression. She bristled when she heard a gaggle of women from her mother's side of the family clucking in Russian behind her. "Girls like her should never be allowed to wear white."

"Ignore them," Ilsa said, "they're nothing but a bunch of shriveled up old hags who have nothing better to do with their time than gossip and make other people miserable."

She glanced in their direction and noticed that their quarry and his date were sitting at the table with the women and an evil smile appeared on her face. She marched over, smiling and calling in Russian, "Hello, I'm Molly, the bride's sister."

The woman who had insulted her gaped several times and Molly smiled, saying in perfect Spanish, "not so high and mighty now are we, you frigid old bitch. I should put a bullet in your mouth to shut you up." Her smile grew as she added in Russian, "It's possible I shouldn't be wearing white, but at least I still have all my real teeth."

The woman gaped again, more than a little upset at being insulted and Ilsa laughed out loud. The man's date stood and ran to the old lady's side, shooting Molly a sinister glare. The man came to stand next to Molly and Ilsa with the pretense of making small talk though she and Ilsa both read loud and clear that he had other things on his mind. Within fifteen minutes, they had him in front of Molly's hotel room door. His hand inching its way up her thigh made her skin crawl. He moved from her to Ilsa and Molly chose that exact moment to strike, hitting him in the jaw with enough force to knock him out cold. She stood back, straightening her clothing. Ilsa stared down at the prone man on the floor. "You go back and I'll take care of this. Thanks for the help, Molly. I would have said no."

"I don't really have a choice in the matter, but you're welcome." She stepped into the elevator and the doors closed just as the other elevator's doors opened. Casey rounded the corner just as Ilsa began dragging the man into the hotel room. "Ilsa?!"

Ilsa dropped the man to the floor, startled. Her eyes widened and darted over his shoulder. "Casey, what are you doing here?"

"I was gonna, you know, take care of that guy you're dragging into the room, but it looks like you've got it under control."

"Yep, she does," Chuck called as he came up behind Casey, "So let's go-Ilsa, what are you doing here?"

"Ilsa?!" Sarah exclaimed. Casey ran a hand down his face. "Yes, Ilsa, who were you expecting?"

Chuck and Sarah both looked down at the ground and shrugged. Casey turned to find Ilsa doing much the same thing. "Chuck," Casey bit out, "what aren't you telling me?"

"I have to go," Chuck squeaked out, "my oven is crying and my baby's on fire-"

His eyes widened in a way that Casey thought was impossible. "Babies, what babies, who said babies?!"

Sarah elbowed Chuck in the side, but Chuck was so nervous he couldn't stop rambling. "Babies, that's silly. Why would there be babies? There are no babies at Jenny Marquez's wedding. Not a one, no babies-really the only reason to go to a wedding besides the cake, you know, is to see the babies people bring."

Casey made a face. "What the hell do babies and Molly's sister's wedding have to do with Ilsa being-"

Chuck winced when the proverbial light bulb went off in Casey's head. He began to stammer again. "Did I say Jenny? I meant Penny, yes, Penny."

Casey paid him no mind as he pushed his way past Chuck and Sarah. Chuck grabbed a hold of his arm in a valiant effort to keep him from going to look for Molly. "Hey, big guy, you really oughta not-"

Casey placed the flat of his palm over Chuck's face and pushed. Chuck was on his feet again faster than he'd actually fallen, but by that time, Casey had already gotten on the elevator and the doors had already closed.

"Chuck," Sarah hissed as she and Ilsa gathered around the second elevator next to him. Ilsa made a sour face at him. "You are so not good at this job."

"I know, I know, but in my defense, he is very, very scary when he looks at me like that and I'm not good with pressure, you know. I crumble like stale pie crust."

Ilsa rolled her eyes and shook her head before asking Sarah, "Is he always like this?"

"This is actually a good day for him."

"Okay," Chuck snapped, becoming annoyed, "I'd like to point out that I'm standing right here. I'd also like to point out that we need to figure out how to keep the hulking NSA agent from crashing a wedding, finding his ex-fake-not-fake-non-agent-agent-girlfriend, and having a complete and total mental breakdown which may end in him breaking someone's neck, mainly mine."

They stepped into the elevator and Chuck rubbed his hands together. He turned to Ilsa and Sarah. "So, what do we do?"

"I have no idea," Ilsa mumbled and Chuck frowned. "Great, maybe I should wait in the car."


Casey was a man of action, but the entire way down to the reception, all he could think of was what he was going to say, as it was highly unlikely Molly would appreciate him dragging her off to the Crown Vic she had bought him. However, when he saw her dancing with her sister while the salsa band played, he couldn't think of one thing to say. He continued to watch her as she was facing away from him. He thought maybe it would just be best if he walked right up to her and told her she needed to come with him or he'd blow up a building. He didn't have any C4 on him, but she didn't know that. But what if she said no? He couldn't blow up a building because he didn't have C4 and blowing up buildings because your ex won't come back with you is a stupid thing to do. He couldn't threaten to shoot anyone because the person he shot would most likely be related to her and she would get mad. He sure as hell wasn't going to threaten to shoot himself because that was a piss-ant thing to do and Molly would just give him one of her looks which was way worse than actually ever being shot. Okay, maybe not, but close.

In middle of coming up with plan after plan and discarding every single one, Molly had turned to the side and Casey suddenly felt as if someone had dumped cold water over his head. There was little girl in a frilly white dress dancing in between Molly and Jenny. She had dark brown hair and a pert nose just like Molly, but her eyes-they were his eyes, clear blues eyes. Molly was turning circles to the music and the little girl-his little girl-was trying hard to mimic her. Molly happened to look up and straight into his eyes and stopped mid-dance. She turned to her sister, said something and started toward him. Jenny picked up the little girl, and glanced over at him, doing a double take. Jenny stared at him for a moment and then looked into her niece's face and then back at him. Casey would had laughed had he been anyone other than himself. Molly bit her lip as she came to stand in front of him. "You shouldn't be here."

"Well, I am." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Things were clicking in place in his mind and he felt his anger begin to build. "If you had just told me-"

"I didn't know until after you left, Casey."

"You should have called-"

"Beckman pulled a total Kill Bill on me after you left and she told me that if I told you-"

"What's her name?"

Molly's face softened as she looked up at him. "Elizabeth, but everyone calls her Lizzy."

Casey stared past her to his daughter and Molly continued in a proud voice, "Oh, John, she's so smart. She's so very smart." She looked back up at him tentatively. "I gave her a picture of you, so if you're not going to stay-"

Casey buried his hands in his pockets. "I want to talk to her-"

"John-"

"Ask me," He said in an intense voice, his eyes burning into her. Molly's eyes filled up with tears then and she threw her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her slowly. Molly closed her eyes, exhaled deeply and asked, "John, can we stay with you?"

He nodded, unable to settle on the right thing to say. Silence seemed best. He opened his mouth to ask a question when something tugged on his pant leg. He looked down and Molly followed his gaze. Lizzy looked up at him with big blue eyes. "Hullo."

"You know who I am," he asked and she nodded mutely, raising her arms and waiting for either of her parents to pick her up. Casey stepped away from Molly and she gathered her up. She was quiet for a very long time before she asked in a worried voice, "You're not going to go back to work are you?"


A/N: one chapter to go, leaving it at a nice round 10, whoo ha! yeah, did you catch the juno reference? it was just begging to be unleashed so i let it go for a walk. oh, remember reviews are super...