2 Months Later

Ring,ring,RING!

Alex jumped out of bed, ready for the worst. He relaxed slightly when he realized that it was just the phone. Assuming it was Katrina, he reached for the phone, and yawning said, "Hello?"

"Alex. We have to talk about something quite serious that is happening to you." Mrs. Jones sounded as though she was sucking a mint.

Alex immediately straightened himself, and after apologizing asked, "What's wrong?"

"You. Katrina. You are spending too much time with her, and we would greatly appreciate you to return home." Mrs. Jones may have stated it pleasantly, and make it sound as though Alex actually had a choice, but Alex had worked long enough with MI6 to know that he had no choice at all.

"Why? She hasn't done anything wrong, and she's pregnant. I need to be here with her." Alex argued uselessly. He knew that if MI6 had set their mind on something, well, they were going to get it.

"Alex, do you think that we don't know that Katrina is pregnant?"

"No, no I know that you guys know, because you know everything!" Alex exclaimed.

"We have arranged a flight for tomorrow evening at 7:00pm. You will board that flight, and return home." Mrs. Jones then hung up.

Alex sat down, and slowly setting the phone down next to him, sighed deeply. He didn't know how he was going to explain what had just occurred to Katrina. He hadn't even told Katrina about MI6…of course, he wouldn't have been able to tell her anyways. Alex scratched his head, irritated. Why, when he had just begun to feel normal, MI6 had to come and ruin in it? He rubbed his temples, deciding that he just wouldn't dwell on this situation tonight. Alex would tell Katrina tomorrow, and leave. Or maybe just leave…

Alex fell asleep with the current situation on his mind.

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"Katrina. Katrina…your boyfriend is downstairs, and you're making him wait!" Blair yelled up the stairs, before turning to Alex.

"You can wait in there if you want." She pointed towards the living room.

"Thanks." Alex walked into the living room, looking at the pictures covering the room. He smiled to himself when he saw the pictures of Katrina when she was little. He stopped when he noticed that Katrina had entered.

"Hi." Katrina knew that something was wrong, because through the past two months, she had gotten to know Alex better. "What's wrong?" She asked softly, coming up to Alex, before stretching her hand up to massage his arm.

Alex shrugged her hand off of him, "I'm leaving. I'll be flying back to London tonight at 7:00pm."

Katrina stood there, unable to move by the shock. He was leaving her; Alex was leaving her. He was leaving their baby. Alex had promised to never leave her, even though the baby wasn't his own.

"Why?" She began to rub her round stomach, as tears formed in her eyes.

"I need to." Alex shrugged, appearing aloof to Katrina.

Katrina stared at him, as though he was a stranger. She could barely recognize him.

"Okay…I just want you to know something." She walked up to him and placing her small hand on his chest, said, "I love you, and I always will. Nothing will ever change that." She tried to smile, but was unable to.

Alex watched as tears began to make their way down her face to her lips. He saw how one tear got stuck on an eyelash, and got free. He watched Katrina raise her hand to wipe them away, but they kept coming. She tried to stop them, but wasn't able to. As she wept, she didn't make any noise, which made the pain of leaving here and the baby even more difficult for Alex.

"I'm sorry."

And with those words, he left her life forever.