"Ok Johnson, what's the update?"

Frankie held the cell phone up to her ear, the other hand resting on the steering wheel. She and Taylor had arrived back in Paris that morning, having spent more time than anticipated scoping out Lyon and trying to track down clues pertaining to Jean-Paul and why is eyeball was sitting in a lab in DC after having arrived on Erica Kane's doorstep.

As Johnson began going down the list of agents and their whereabouts, Frankie shoved the phone between her head and shoulder, balancing the small object as she reached for both the file lying on the passenger seat and the coffee in the cup holder. She pressed the manila folder against the steering wheel, holding it in place with her driving hand as she flipped it open and took a sip of her hot beverage. A picture of the Kane-Montgomery family smiled back at her as she skimmed through the pages.

"Why would some French guy's eyeball be sent to you?" muttered Frankie to herself as she sipped at her beverage again.

"Agent Stuart has been assigned to guard Reese Williams. While he has arrived at the office building, but he is not actually inside the building."

Frankie almost spit her coffee out at Johnson's hesitant announcement.

"What do you mean he's not in the building!" she yelled into the phone.

She heard the agent scrambling papers as she placed the coffee back in the holder and angrily tossed the folder into the backseat. "He reported that Bianca Williams ordered him to only follow and stay outside the building. He was told to back-off. His presence was making them uncomfortable."

Frankie squeezed the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as she tried to rein in her anger, "Tell him to get his ass in that building right now! We do not work for Bianca Montgomery. You take your orders from me, not her."

"Williams, you mean." Johnson corrected.

"What?"

"Bianca Williams. It's not Montgomery...it's Williams."

Frankie bit the inside of her cheek as she turned the car onto one of the quiet avenues leading to Cambias Industries offices. "I know what her name is! Agent Johnson, if Agent Stuart is not in that building in five seconds..."

Her voice trailed off as she glanced over to the sidewalk.

No way.

No fucking way.

Her foot slammed on the brakes, causing the car to jerk to a stop and papers to go flying.

There on the sidewalk, floating along as if nothing was happening, was Bianca...ALONE!

Frankie spun the wheel and hit the gas, shooting the car over to the side of the road. She sped into an open spot behind a volvo, the brakes screaming as she slammed to a stop. She threw open the car door and almost fell out in her haste. Livid, she ran up to Bianca.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Bianca turned, startled at the sudden shout. She rolled her eyes as she saw the short woman sprinting up to her.

"Where is Jones? Why are you out here by yourself?"

"Calm down, Agent Stone. Jones is at the office still. I'm just picking a sandwich up for lunch."

"He's at the office?" Frankie breathed out harshly. She reached for her cellphone, but remembered it had smashed against the dashboard when she raced to park the car.

"It's fine, calm down. No one is going to attack me out here in the open. It's daylight, and there are people around." Bianca said.

Frankie stared at her, flabbergasted. What was wrong with this woman? Could she really be thinking that stupidly right now? Bianca was supposed to be smart.

Shaking her head in disbelief as she roughly grabbed the taller brunette's arm and yanked her towards the car, "Get in the car."

"What are you doing? Let go." ordered Bianca as she tried to tear her arm away.

Frankie just tightened her grip as she stormed over to the black vehicle.

"Ow...you're hurting me." Bianca twisted her arm, trying to loosen the hold.

"Oh...I'm sorry...does that hurt? I wonder if it hurts as much as a bullet in your head! 'Cause that's what could happen if a target is just walking to get a sandwich." Frankie opened the passenger side door and all but shoved the CEO into the seat.

Spotting her abandoned phone, the agent bent down and picked it up before slamming the door closed, silencing Bianca's reply.

Dialing the number, she walked over to the driver's side. "Jones...get your ass downstairs and meet me at the entrance. I have no idea what is wrong with you...but if you ever do this again I will transfer you so fast you won't know what happened. You'll be guarding corn in Iowa. Corn in Iowa, Jones! Don't mess with me."

She listened while opening the car door, then, "I don't care what she said. She's not your boss. I am. Never listen to the target. Never! Now get down there, we'll be there soon."

She hung up the phone as she sat down and closed the door. She ignored the death glare being aimed at her by burning brown eyes and started the car.

"Who do you think you are?" seethed Bianca as they pulled away from the curb.

Frankie ignored her as she reached for the coffee. A sip confirmed her undeniable fear...the coffee was cold now. With a sigh she put it back in the holder.

"Don't you dare ignore me, Mary-Francis."

"It's Frankie. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that."

"Because you're so good at names. My last name is Williams now."

"Good for you, Princess Williams."

"You always had an attitude." Bianca shook her head.

"Yeah, I'm the one with the attitude."

"I don't know who you think you are, but there is no way you can treat me like that."

"Like what?" Frankie stopped at a red light.

"Like some criminal! Throwing me around...maybe that's what you're used to, but you cannot do that to me. You think Jones is in trouble? I'm going to have you transferred so fast..."

"Oh yeah, who you gonna call, Bianca? My boss? Here," she tossed her phone into Bianca's lap, "call him up and tell him how little princess Bianca didn't like being told she had to have a guard while being stalked."

"You're such a bitch."

"And you got quite a mouth. I don't remember you talking that way."

"Like what? An adult? I am the CEO of Cambias Industries! If you think some nobody FBI agent is going to treat me that way and get away with it, you got another thing coming."

"Oooh, I'm so scared." Frankie pretended to shiver.

"You better be. You don't know what I'm like, Frankie. I will not take this attitude. I was just fine until you came barging in."

"Wow, Bianca...you don't take crap from anybody anymore do you? You're big strong Bianca...nobody can hurt you...not even some crazy stalker. Hell, your the CEO of one of the world's largest companies. Your mom is Erica Kane. You have so much money in the bank, you can probably buy a couple of islands. With all that...there's no way anything could happen to you." Frankie stared straight ahead, her tone sarcastic.

Bianca looked at her and huffed, "That's right."

Frankie finally looked over at her, eyes pinning the younger woman to her seat, "Then why did you forgive Reese?"

Bianca was shocked at the seemingly unrelated question, "W-What?"

Frankie glanced back at the road before returning her eyes to the passenger, "If you're so strong and independent, why did you forgive Reese? I know what happened. I know everything that happened."

Bianca felt her heart begin to pound in her chest, "I'm in love with her."

"Bullshit." Frankie turned back to the road, pushing down the painful emotion that popped up at Bianca's declaration, "You got back with her because she can't hurt you."

Bianca swallowed hard, the sound of her pounding heart in her ears, "She won't hurt me. She would never hurt me."

Frankie let out a harsh laugh, "I think she already did that, Bianca. Of course, she didn't really hurt you...did she. You don't let anyone in. You shut people out so they can't hurt you. You've been making stupid decisions, trying to act like you're tough and grown-up and don't need anybody's approval. It's not a good feeling, acting like that. I should know; I was just like you for a long time. Know what it got me? Nothing."

Bianca closed her eyes, not wanting to hear Frankie's speech, "You're way off base."

"Yeah, sure I am. You haven't made stupid choices. I mean, you only had a kid with your brother-in-law without talking to your sister about it, just because you can." Frankie shot a look over Bianca, "That's just weird by the way. That kid's gonna have a whacked out family tree."

"Gabrielle needed to be related to Miranda." Bianca replied.

"Uh...you had both kids, right? I may not be a doctor, but that seems like a relation right there. It's cool, though, that Gabrielle is both Miranda's sister and cousin. If all else fails, I'm pretty sure she can get a reality TV show."

"Shut up." Bianca breathed out.

Frankie ignored her, on a roll now, "How did your sister feel about that? Must be crazy to find out your husband had a child with your sister. Did she fight with you about that? Did any of your family point out how crazy that is?"

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"No Bianca, you've been yelling at me ever since you found out I was here. I'm tired of it. So yeah...I'm calling you out on what you've been doing. You are messing things up, Bianca. Anybody with half a brain can see that. I've been here a month and can see you're making stupid decisions...trying to prove some point."

"Who are you to judge me! You ran away, faked your death. You slept with JR!" Bianca shouted.

"I didn't sleep with JR, and there were reasons why I did what I did."

"Yeah, I'm sure you had great reasons. What? Did you realize you weren't gay?"

"Is that what you think? Really?"

"What were your reasons, Frankie?"

"Like it really matters to you."

Bianca leaned closer to Frankie, "No, you want to attack me and my life, it's only fair we talk about you. Get it all out in the open. How have you been living your life, Frankie?"

Frankie pulled the car over to the side of the road, directing all of her attention on Bianca. "I'm just trying to help, for some reason. I guess I was wrong. You have the perfect life. Fine. I'm only here to protect you. You can do what you want, but do not interfere with my investigation or your detail. Just let me and my agents do our job. The more you let us do, the faster I'll be gone, and you'll never have to see me again."

"That's just like you. When the conversation is about you, you don't want to talk. That's what you'd like, isn't it? Me letting you do whatever you want?"

Silence filled the car as Frankie looked out the windshield, her jaw clenched tight.

Finally, she broke the silence, "You have no idea what I want."

Bianca chuckled bitterly, "I don't think I ever did."

Frankie turned in her seat, fully facing the younger woman, "You knew more than you thought you did."

Bianca shook her head, "What does that even mean?"

Frankie took a deep breath, "Whether you want to believe it or not, you know why I did what I did. Why I went away. I had to...for you and me."

Bianca felt the tension change as she met Frankie's emotional brown eyes, "I was young..."

"We both were. Even if I tried to act like I wasn't, we both were kids. But that doesn't mean that..." Frankie trailed off, unable to formulate the words.

"That what, Frankie?"

"You know Bianca, I look at your life and I can't help but wonder what it is you're doing. You could do anything, be anything. At times it just seems like...like you're living someone else's life."

"Yeah? Like who?"

Frankie shook her head in disbelief, "Ordering people around, doing what you want damn the consequences, hell...even your accusations towards me...it all screams one person. I never knew there was so much Kane in you."

"I'm not my mother!" yelled Bianca, her palm slamming against the dashboard.

"Why so defensive? Did I strike a nerve?"

"Why are you being so judgmental?" shot back Bianca

"I'm not being judgmental. I'm just saying what I see. Trying to give some help, because it looks like you need it."

"I don't need your help. What makes you think I'd want your help?"

"I don't know. I was never the smart one. I ignorantly thought it would do some good."

"Some good? Why would you think that? Why would you even try to help me?"

"Maybe because I care about you!" Frankie's emotions got the better of her as she shouted. Realizing what she had said, her eyes widened.

"You care about me?" Bianca laughed, no humor in her actions.

Frankie, head shaking, blindly grasped for the door handle, the barrier swinging open a second later. "Whatever, I don't want to talk about it." the agent mumbled as she practically threw her body out of the car. She slammed the door closed and walked away from the vehicle, her hands restlessly jammed into pockets.

"No you don't. We are going to finish this, Frankie. Don't walk away from me." Bianca hastily chased after her.

Frankie ignored her. She was angry. Angry at Bianca for fighting back. Angry at herself for losing control. She was so angry her hands trembled as she pulled out the brand new pack of cigarettes. She flipped open the top and fished out one of the sticks, shoving it into her mouth with ease. A hand came out of nowhere, ripping the cigarette from her mouth as another whirled her around.

"God damn you Frankie Stone! You are not running away from me again."

Instinctually, Frankie placed a hand on the taller brunette's chest, pushing her away. Bianca stumbled back, surprised at the unexpected shove. The two stood there, breathing hard as they faced each other.

"We need to talk." Bianca broke the silence, her tone quieting down.

Frankie looked away, her hand coming up to fiddle with her blazer collar.

Bianca slowly took a step closer to the visible upset agent, "We need to talk about what happened."

"I'm sorry." Frankie began, still not looking at the other woman, "I shouldn't have said what I did. It's none of my business, and I spoke in anger."

Bianca could feel the agent closing up, shutting off her emotions, "No, don't do that. Don't shut me out."

"Ms. Montgomery, if you would get back in the car..."

"No!" Bianca reached out, curling her fingers into the rumpled cotton of Frankie's shirt and pulling the agent in closer, "We were both angry and we said a lot of things we shouldn't have. But we need to talk...I don't want to fight you anymore." Tears welled up in her eyes, "You came back to me."

Frankie swallowed roughly, "I can't...I can't do this."

"What can't you do?"

"I can't talk about myself. I can't talk about any of this."

Bianca took a deep breath. "Was it true? What you said...was it true?"

"Was what true?"

"That you care about me?"

Frankie looked her in the eye, truthfulness shining through, "One of the most true things I have ever said in my life."

Bianca broke.

It almost felt like everything had been leading up to this point: Frankie's murder trial, Leo's death, Maggie's rejection, the rape, Lena, Babe and losing Miranda, Maggie cheating, Zoe's issues, Kendall's coma, the fight over Gabrielle, Zach and Reese...it all led to this. She had been bottling hidden emotions up for so long. Acting like she was in complete control, that she could move on from everything and not be fazed. But people forgot how big her heart really was. It had finally reached it's bursting point, and that one small sentence caused it to break wide open.

With a cry, Bianca's knees buckled underneath her and she went crashing into Frankie. The agent, shocked by the outburst, wrapped her arms securely around the sobbing form, and she gently lowered them to the ground.

"Come on Bianca, it's ok. I'm sorry. I didn't want...I didn't mean..." Frankie tried to console her, unprepared for such a display.

Bianca buried her face into Frankie's neck, "Why did you have to leave? Why did you leave me? I loved you so much. Why wasn't I enough?"

"You were more than enough." Frankie whispered in her ear, choking back her own tears, "I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't want to leave. It was never because of you. You were the only reason I wanted to stay. Don't cry Bianca-la, you know I hate it when you cry."

Bianca burrowed deeper into the strong arms, tears streaming faster at the sound of the name only Frankie called her.

And there the two sat, bodies entwined, both wondering where they went from here.