"Right… right, yes. I get it. I understand. Thank you, general." Snapping his phone shut, Glenn let out a sigh. He had been off his mission to try and infiltrate and take down a gang going on four weeks, and he was itching to get back into work. He was positive his suits had collected more than enough dust and his paperwork, files and various weapons were also stashed away in his desk, collecting dust as well. Even though he was officially told to take a break from the mission, he had disobeyed orders and dug around a bit more to find out if the gang had left the small Georgia town he was currently staying in or not. Fortunately, the gang was still stationed in the town and Glenn was positive he would be able to infiltrate them soon enough, but with his recent call to the general, he was still not allowed to show his face anywhere near gang activity.

Stepping back into his apartment, he heard a fast-paced clicking on the hardwood floors and saw KC charging at him. Letting out a chuckle, Glenn bent down and pet the dog, almost being knocked over by the animal's massive size. "We' I'll be, thought I'd never see the day tha' Thomas Kane was taken down by a dog" Looking up from his current position on the floor, he saw Jessica standing over him with a grin playing on her features. Sitting up, he offered her his hand and gave her his best puppy eyes, "You're not going to help this puppy off the floor? He got taken down by the big dog and needs assistance." He watched as Jessica was thrown into a giggling fit and when she reached out to help him up, she was immediately yanked down onto his lap. Hugging her to him, Glenn leant his forehead on Jessica's shoulder and closed his eyes. He never wanted to let her go. For once in his life, he was genuinely happy and content spending most of his time with this woman he was coming to love. Love popped up into Glenn's mind as he remembered the day he was debriefed in the CIA.

~ Walking into the CIA headquarters, 22 year old Glenn Jacobs was fresh out of the Marines, ready to move onto the next chapter of his life. Immediately, he noticed a group of about 15 suited men walk over to him, and without even saying as much as a greeting, they marched Glenn upstairs into a highly secured room. Sitting Glenn down at the end of a large table, each of the suited men sat down around him, leaving the head of the table empty. The room was cold, dark and rang out top-secret. As a secluded door in the back of the room opened, each of the suited men stood at attention. Squinting his eyes, Glenn saw an older woman approach the table. With her nod of approval, the men sat, and she began to eye Glenn. Not knowing what was going on, Glenn was intimidated. Opting to not say anything, Glenn watched as the woman sat down and in front of her lay a large binder, filled with what Glenn assumed to be his records. Looking at Glenn, the woman folded her hands on top of the binder, and she spoke, "Mr. Jacobs, after careful observation and consideration, the CIA has chosen you to become a special operative spy. For the rest of your life, you will be known as Thomas Kane. Forget your past. Your family was informed that you died in combat. Forget your friends and relationships, for they do not exist anymore. Glenn Jacobs does not exist anymore. From now on you will create a minimal life known as Thomas Kane. That means that friendships will not be real, relationships will not be real, emotions are not to cloud your judgment which means that love does not exist for you." Stunned, Glenn couldn't believe what he had just heard. He was only a young man, he wanted a life, he wanted a wife, a family. He wanted to be Glenn Jacobs. How could he just push away his entire life? How could he swallow his feelings towards others? How could he just forget everything he was and everything he stood for?~

Glenn was brought back to reality when he heard his name, "Thomas, hey Thomas, you're gonna squish me!" Lifting his head up, he finally did realize that he was squeezing Jessica pretty hard. Loosening his arms, he started to stand up, pulling Jessica up with him. He watched as she dusted herself off, a slight grin on his lips as he went and sat on the back of his couch, "Damn girl, how am I supposed to go ten hours without seeing you?" Hearing Jessica walk over, he felt her arms wrap around his neck and her lips press against his, "I think you'll manage…" Before Glenn could catch her in his arms, she had already kissed him and was walking out of his apartment. Hearing the door close, Glenn shifted so that he was resting against the couch cushions. Rubbing the palm of his hand across his face, he was stuck. Ever since Jessica came into his life, he started to question how much longer he could remain a spy. He loved his job and had been loyal for twenty years, but now, as he thought of the beautiful woman who had left for work, he was wondering what his life could be like if he decided to quit and dedicate all his time to her. I damn well earned it, that's for sure he thought.

Standing up, he walked into the kitchen, wanting to put some energy into his body before working out. He stopped short when he saw Jessica's phone on the counter. She probably forgot it. I'll charge it and bring it to her later. Picking her phone up, Glenn clicked the lock button to check the battery percentage and his expression broke when he saw that she had a picture of them together as her background. How can I leave her? How can I leave this life I've set up for us? What did I get myself into? As the thoughts swirled in Glenn's head, he grabbed something small for breakfast and ate it as he walked to his room.

Glenn let out a large breath as he set the weight down onto the mat, heading to the treadmill. Knowing that he had at least a few more hours until he caught up with Jessica at the bar, he could get in a thorough body workout. Working out was also a way for Glenn to relieve stress and clear his mind, and in his current situation, he needed a lot of exercise. Starting at a jogging pace on the treadmill, Glenn began to weigh all his options; I could quit being a special operative and do intelligence work for the CIA, but they only wanted me for a spy. I could quit the CIA, take my finances and retire at the age of 42 and dedicate all my time to Jessica. Shaking his head at the last thought, Glenn knew he couldn't just stop working at such a young age. He'd go crazy sitting at home all day while Jessica was working. Do I leave Jessica? Speeding up the treadmill, Glenn started to get frustrated, he had killed before, he had been shot, sliced, tortured, abused but nothing could make him as confused and tormented as his situation with Jessica. He was facing love of career versus love of woman. Glenn wanted the right answer; he wanted to be able to make a choice without ever having to second-guess himself. Knowing that a 'right answer' would never happen angered Glenn. He had too much pride to just quit his job, but he felt so strongly towards Jessica he couldn't just call it quits. So much for being able to cut bonds with people. Feeling his heart rate rapidly increase, he kept running, trying to concentrate on only the blood being pumped furiously through his veins. It worked for the remainder of Glenn's workout until he walked back into his apartment when everything hit him again. Entering his bathroom, he turned the shower on and undressed. Getting into the shower, Glenn immediately slid down the wet wall, holding his head in his hands. To say this was a hard decision was an understatement, Glenn had absolutely no idea what to do, or say, or think. Slamming his hands against the shower wall, he stood back up; he had to make a decision.