4 weeks on the dot. There is a rating change and that's because I don't feel like - and I'm too busy at the moment - to write anything that qualifies as 'R' rated. So it's going to 'T'. This is short and it's short because I started writing it before my vacation, and then started to finish it when I came back, so it's a bit sloppy but it will be fixed when I get the time.

My hands rested protectively on her hips while hers tangled in my hair. I had wanted this woman so badly for such a long time. Ever since I had laid eyes on her in Rio when I saved her life, I had wanted her. Any other man had her within days, but me, the man who got everything and had everything, had waited two-years. I was done with this waiting.

I took her to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed, then quickly locked the door. Her security detail would not like this, but I sure as hell would. I had lusted for her too long and I knew she felt the same as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me again. I would definitely be having fun tonight.

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"Any news from Alla on the showcase?"

I watched as Mathias angrily glared at two of his men as they shook their heads. Alla hadn't picked up her phone for the past two hours and all of us had begun to worry. It wasn't like her to just ignore our calls. Something was wrong.

Mathias put his head in his hands. "Marcy, call Kendell and Matvei and see where they're at! I want to know where Alla is!"

I nodded and dialed Matvei's number first. He didn't pick up. Mathias looked at me nervously as I dialed Kendell's number. Please pick up Kendell…

"What's happening?"

"Oh thank god, Kendell! Where are you? Is Alla alright?" A sigh of relief left everyone in the room. We had all been so worried. Mathias visibly relaxed in his chair.

"We're in Switzerland. Alla is in the suite with Makarov doing… well, she's fucking him to put it simply."

My mouth dropped. Oh shit! Was she going to kill him? I looked at Mathias and saw how furious he was. This was not going to go well for Alla. She knows the rules. If she does indeed feel for Makarov, Mathias will have her killed. He wouldn't risk Alla screwing this up.

"Well, um… I'm not sure what to say to that."

"Yeah, well think of how I'm holding up in this damn suite. I'll have her call you in the morning or something."

I laughed. Poor Kendell and Matvei. "Okay, thanks Kendell."

I hung up the phone and looked at Mathias. He was gone from his chair. No. I couldn't let him do this, not again. I was Alla's best friend, I had to do something. He couldn't do this again. It tore Alla apart when Nikita was murdered, it tear her more if he killed Vlad like he had Nikita. I had to stop him.

"Mathias, leave her alone!"

For an old man, he turned around quickly. "I will not leave her alone when she's putting this legacy at stake! Nikita did the same thing and look what I had to do to him!"

Mathias glared at me as he waited for my reaction. If only Alla knew Mathias was the one who had ordered the attack on Nikita... and had been the one to shoot him and his girlfriend.

"El abuelo, please! There is no need to get harsh with Alla when she has an apprentice!"

My lie made Mathias' eyes widen. "She has an apprentice? Who?"

Oh what was his name? The man that Makarov had brought to his inner circle? Dammit! Alexis... no. Alexander... no.

"Alexi Borodin, the newest addition to Makarov's inner circle. But Alla wants it to be kept a secret until his training is done, I wasn't even suppose to tell you, but you've force my hand once again, abuelo."

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My nails dug harshly into his back and his teeth dug into my neck. My phone had been going off for an hour, maybe longer, but I wasn't keeping track of time and I didn't give shit. Mathias could go fuck himself and my protection detail could join him. I didn't need them.

This man, the one who was making love to me, he didn't want me to change. Vlad knew I was stubborn and had a mind of my own and knew I made my own decisions. He never tried to change my state of mind like others had. Joining the Ultranationalist was the best move I made since Nikita.

"Look at me," Vlad planted a kiss on each of my eyelids, then I opened them. He no longer held that cold look in his eyes, but it was something I didn't recognize. Whatever it was, it was calming.

He stroked his nose against mine and kissed my forehead. He rolled to my side and pulled me against him. "Alla, remember what I said to you back in Rio?"

I looked up at him, his face inches from mine and holding a nervous gaze. Vlad, nervous? What could make this man nervous? "Da. You told me every man has a weakness."

"That I did. Do you know my weakness, dear Alla?"

I smiled at him and kissed his lips. "You have none."

He kissed my forehead and I lay my head on his chest. "No, I have one weakness, and only one."

"What?"

Vlad looked at me, that cold gaze returning to his eyes. "Go to sleep, Alla. We'll talk in the morning."

"Thanks for filling me in." I rolled away from him and onto my side, only to have him wrap an arm around me and pull me closer to him. "I'll happily fill you in in the morning. Just go to sleep." I felt his smirk against my neck and smacked his arm playfully. "Pervert."

I closed my eyes and after awhile I heard Vlad's light snoring. Now was my chance. I cautiously slipped from his arms and made my way to my clothes, which lay in a pile with his. I pulled a long, black blade from the pocket of my jeans and made my way over to him.

I had to kill him. I couldn't risk being in the danger zone any longer or else he'd find out why I really came to him. He'd kill me for it, even if I'm his partner and the person who he fucks. But he looked so peaceful, so at ease with the world as I held the blade to his throat.

For the first time in my life, my hand shook. I put a little more pressure on the blade and he still didn't stir. He was a deep sleeper. Just a little more force on my part and I could end his life. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

I threw the blade in the pile of clothes and sunk to the floor. How much weaker could I get? I had my life, my job, at stake and I couldn't kill the man that was the problem? What the hell's wrong with me?

As Vlad stirred slightly in his sleep, I made my way back into the bed. Why couldn't I kill him? Was Mathias right? Did I… did I love him? I knew it was a risk coming into this job already knowing him, but if that was the truth, the truth being that I loved him, I was already dead and Mathias would have been right the entire time. I had to prove Mathias wrong.

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"What do you mean we won't be able to bust Makarov at the showcase? This is our op!"

"I have been trying to get you to the showcase, but you must be an invited guest! If that whore of yours would pick up her damn phone, we wouldn't be having a problem!"

I glared at the general. "Alla is no whore. It's because of her we've taken out four Ultranationalist camps and discovered the weapon caches."

"But she can't kill Makarov?"

I looked away from him and at another man in the corner of the room. He was from the CIA office and had come to tell me what he knew about Alla. I motioned to him. "He'll be able to tell us why."

The man, dressed in black dress pants and a black dress shirt stood in front of General Shepherd and I. "You requested information on a Alla Lyubov, Captain MacTavish?" I nodded.

"Alla Lyubov isn't in our jurisdiction – she belongs to the Russian government. Fortunately for you, they were willing to give up what they know about miss Lyubov."

"And did she know Makarov at one point before we sent her in?"

The man pulled a file out of his bag. Pictures flew over the desk, most of them dated for 2010 and 2011. They were of a beautiful woman and Zakhaev. That beautiful woman was Alla.

"Zakhaev had exclusive rights to Alla and her men. He could use them at any time and also had exclusive access to all her connections and funds. After his death, Alla just seemed to disappear from the Ultranationalist, until 2013."

He produced more pictures, these of Alla, Rojas, and… "It seems for a couple weeks the two of the worked together in Rio to get women over the United States border. They stayed together for awhile after that, then they went their separate ways. The Russian government wasn't too keen on giving up everything they know about Alla and Makarov."

She had worked for him? Does she even know what kind of danger she's put us all in, put herself in? I shuddered at the thought. Makarov wouldn't kill Alla, not if they were friends. Who was I kidding? He had shot parents in front of their children, betrayed his friends and everything he loved, killing Alla would be no problem.

"The little whore has played us the entire time. What's your plan now, MacTavish?"

I couldn't think, I couldn't move. He would kill Alla! "We have to get Alla out of there. If he kills her, there will be a war between the Ultranationalist and her soldiers, a war that will consume everything in its path."

Shepherd met my gaze as I stared at a photo of Alla on my desk. "The Swiss will be taking out Alla and Makarov at the showcase. We'll get Alla back then, if Makarov doesn't find out her dirty little secret."

This was it. As Shepherd left, I knew in my bones Alla wouldn't make it to the showcase. If she did make it, the Swiss would hand her over to the Russian's and she'd be killed. The more I thought about it, the more I realized what a mess this had all become. Alla knew Makarov and because of that she couldn't kill him. And Alla couldn't just get up and leave or else she'd be ambushed by the Russian government and killed. For now, or until she called me, all I could do was pray she'd be safe. And I found myself hoping the Makarov would keep her safe.