A/N: I'm not sure where the 'she's preggo' reviews came from... All because her pants were a little tight? Calm down, y'all... Calm down. LOL I got other plans first.
I'd been sitting on the couch the last couple hours, staring at the wall and trying to figure out why Roman was here and what the hell I was going to say to him. It was one of two things. Either I knew too much and he was trying to eliminate me from the picture, which I hoped wasn't the case... Or he really did love me and he came looking for me. My only problem is even if you think you know somebody so well, you can always be wrong. As much as I wanted to believe that he'd come all the way out here for me, I still had to remember that he was a drug lord and the possibility of him coming here to kill me was still swinging around out there.
"You keep thinkin' so hard and smoke'll roll out your ears." His voice says behind me. I'd like to say I was surprised, but I wasn't. It was really only a matter of time before he'd have found me.
"Roman." I say simply. His boots walk along the floor until he's in front of me, and he squats down to eye level. I knew immediately just from his expression that he wasn't here to eliminate me from the picture. He was relieved. "You're an idiot for coming here." I tell him and he nods. His hair was down, and a few strands fell in front of his face and he looked back at me.
"Dean and Seth said something of the same thing before I left." He says. "Want to talk about what happened?" He asks. He may have been asking but I knew he wasn't actually giving me a choice.
"How about you tell me what you think you know." I rebut softly. He sighs and nods, sitting himself down in the love seat across from me.
"You're CIA." He starts out, "You were, or are, I guess I"m not sure at this point, trying to bring down Seth, Dean and I." He says.
"Well you're half right." I shrug, "There's kind of more to the story than that." I say..
"I'm all ears." He informs me, leaning back into the couch and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.
"I was sent to Rome to get intel on your three. It took me two weeks to know that I wanted to be with you real life forever..." I murmur, biting down on my bottom lip. "Annie got me everything I needed to bring you guys down after she broke into the hotel room one of those nights. I opted to dump everything into the river instead and go home to Venezuela with you. I went AWOL from the CIA, just up and left." I chuckle, realizing how ridiculous it sounded out loud. "I don't expect you to believe any of what I'm saying... But I love you, and you should leave now before the department pieces together that you're in the states." I warn him. "My handler came to me this morning with pictures of you coming off the plane in Tampa, it's only a matter of time before FBI and CIA know."
"I'm not leaving without you." He says simply. I look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "I believe you. Every word. I knew you were CIA a long time ago, just by little things that you did around the house or how you spoke to clients. It was plain as day. Your body language screamed undercover." He chuckles.
"You dick, I can't believe you didn't say anything." I scoff at him, open mouthed.
"Probably for the same reason you didn't say anything about knowing we were drug lords." He laughs. "I didn't want to lose you over something so petty." He shrugs.
"We can't be together Roman." I say softly in a sad tone. Jeez, i felt like we were in some kind of Romeo and Juliet love story right about now.
"Why?" He asks, tilting his head at me.
"Where are we going to go that no one will be able to take us apart?" I ask him. "I've already left my friends once, they'll never forgive me if I take off again." I sigh.
"Somewhere non extradition. Any place you want to go." He answers simply. "I'll retire early." He adds slightly more desperate.
"It's so simple for you." I say. "It's not simple for me. I'm leaving people I care about, who care about me... Behind. Yeah, it's not very many but it's enough for me to feel guilty." I explain to him.
"How did you feel when you left me?" He questions curiously, tilting his head slightly.
"Horrible. My first thought was to call you, but I didn't know if it'd be a set up or not." I admit to him and he scoffs, shaking his head. "And I've been miserable ever since without you." I sigh.
"Never. You should have fucking called me first and we wouldn't be sitting here discussing this." He scolds me softly.
"I didn't know." I shrug. My phone rings on the table and I glance at it. The caller ID read Auggie, I couldn't let it ring. "I have to answer this, be quiet." I tell him, picking it up. "Hey Aug." I greet him.
"Is he there?" He asks me, skipping the greeting all together. I hesitate, which was a mistake because it gave away my answer. "They know he's there. He's got about 5 minutes to get the hell out of there. I never called you." He adds before the line went dead.
"You have to go. Now." I tell Roman, pushing myself up from the couch. "My people know you're in town and I'm the first place they'll check, please leave!" I tell him, pushing on his chest towards my back door. I was desperate to get him out of here before that knock sounded on my door.
"I'm not leaving without you nani." He shrugs casually.
"Please go." I plead with him. He only shakes his head 'no'. "At least get out of here and go somewhere halfway safe. I'll call you when they leave." I assure him. He stares down at me silently, debating on if I was telling the truth or not.
"Promise?" He questions.
"I promise. Roman I don't want to see you spend the rest of your life in prison. Get the fuck out of here." I insist, opening the sliding glass door.
"Call me. Or I'll come back here. 12 hours." He tells me before ducking outside. I watch him disappear between the houses down the block before a knock at my door makes me jump and brings me back to reality.
"Open up, Shepard!" Costco calls from the other side of the door, pounding on it again. "Come on, we don't have all day!" He adds.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I grumble, unlocking the couple locks above the handle and swinging it open. "What's your problem?" I ask him annoyed. He pushes past me and a group of men follow him. "What the hell?!" I exclaim as the begin digging through my house.
"If he's here, you might as well just tell us where he is. Or we'll just tear this place up." Costco warns me, slapping some files on the counter.
"Who?" I ask, playing confused.
"You know exactly who. Roman Reigns. We know he's in town. What other reason does he have to be here besides you?" He asks me.
"You're full of shit, he ain't here for me." I basically scoff.
"He's not here, sir." One of the searchers says, walking down the steps. I raise my eyebrows and give Costco a look that says 'I told you so'. "Not even a sign of him." He adds.
"He'll come for her." He assures the man, staring at me and I roll my eyes.
"If that's really the case than shouldn't I be under witness protection instead of interrogation?" I shoot back at him.
"You're coming back to the office with us." He informs me, "Grab whatever you need." he adds. I let out a huff and pick up my cell phone shoving it my back pocket before they escort me out of my own house to a car.
***...***...***
The whole time I was sitting at Joan's desk all I could think was if they made me take a polygraph I was fucked. Face to face I could pull off lies with the best of them, but I hadn't figured out how to beat the polygraph yet.
"We're in a difficult situation." Joan sighs, looking at me over her desk. "YOu really should go into witness protection Kalliste." She tells me. Poor Joan, she was so worried about my well being. If she knew the truth I'd feel horrible. "I'm worried, we have no idea what Roman is capable in this kind of predicament."
"I don't need witness protection." I grumble at her. "He doesn't know where I live. He doesn't eve know I live in D.C." I assure her.
"If he knows you're CIA he knows you're in D.C." She rebuts. "I can't force you into witness protection but this department is your only friend right now. Everyone else is convinced he's here to get you out of the country." She purses her lips and raises her eyebrows at me, obviously expecting me to defend myself against the accusation.
"Joan, seriously? If I wanted out of the country, I'd do it myself." I chuckle. "What if I went home with Auggie tonight?" I offer. "Or am I being held for something else?" I glower at her.
"You're free to go at any time." She shrugs. "But keep in mind if you do go, you'll probably be followed. Costco is gonna keep an eye on you." She warns me. I let out an annoyed sigh before nodding and hopping up from the chair. "Kalliste... Be careful. He's still unpredictable." She tells me.
"I'll be careful." I agree with her.
It took me an hour to lose Costco's men. I'd faked out that I was shopping and finally lost them in the mall, but there was no way I could go back to my truck. They'd be waiting there for me. When I was sure that I was out and in the clear I pulled out my personal cell phone, dialing Roman's number that, yes, I had memorized.
"You called." He answers relieved.
"Well, duh." I respond lamely. "I'm stuck at the mall. I have tails." I sigh, "If I ask you to just go home would you do it?" I ask him hopefully.
"Not without you." He answers simply. "Do you love me?" He questions.
"Yes." I answer.
"Do you want to be with me?" He asks.
"Yes." I tell him obviously.
"Then what's the problem Kali? Let's just go. Get out of here and start our life." He pleads with me. "You remember when I told you we never run?" He asks me.
"Yeah I remember." I answer, taking a quick glance behind me. How could I forget that conversation?
"I lied. I'm running now. I'm taking you and running away so that we can have a life together. You're it for me. Money isn't a problem, we're set. I'll leave everything behind to be with you, because at the end of the day you're the only thing that can give me everything I want and need. Please come with me." He says seriously.
Charming guy.
"Jesus christ, come fucking get me." I chuckle shortly, shaking my head.
"Where are you?" He asks breathing a sigh of relief.
"I'll meet you on 6th and Duncan." I answer.
"I'll be there." He assures me before we each hang up. What am I getting myself into?
A/N: Drama is building...