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Shawn slouched in his chair as he gulped mouthfuls of coffee. Camryn sat with her legs crossed and sipped her latte. Both were silent for a long time.

"What are you doing here?" Shawn asked quietly, finally breaking the silence between them.

"I was sent here."

"By whom and what for?"

Camryn leaned over the table a bit. She waited for Shawn to sit up straight and lean toward her so she could speak softly. "MI6 sent me here to lead a mission. That's why I've been calling you for information on the former KGB members."

"Why didn't you tell me that MI6 sent you? I would have given you more information."

Camryn raised her eyebrow. "You've been withholding information?"

"I didn't know why you were here. I didn't want to tell you too much for security reasons."

Camryn frowned. "Whose security? Yours or mine?"

"Both. I don't want to get involved with the Russian government, and I don't want you getting yourself hurt or even killed."

Camryn leaned back a little bit and crossed her arms across her chest. "Since when do you care about my safety?"

"I've always cared. I mean, I don't want you to die or anything."

Camryn leaned over the table again. "Do you remember Mexico five months ago? You almost left me to suffocate in those tunnels and saved your own ass."

"But I didn't."

"What made you come back? I've been wanting to ask you that."

Shawn sighed. "I have a little sister who I haven't seen for years now. You just remind me of her."

"You didn't know me before the morning of that assault. Why did I have any significance to you?"

Shawn shrugged. "I was just thinking about my sister, that's all." That was only half of the truth. He couldn't tell a fifteen-year-old girl that he was attracted to her – even if it was only slightly. The fact that Camryn reminded him of his sister was the reason why Shawn had saved her back in Mexico. After that, they had kept in contact only for informative purposes. He started to think less of her as a sister and more as a comrade, even a friend – a distant one at that. This was the first time that Shawn had heard from Camryn in three months. The last time she had contacted him was for schematics of the Russian consulate in the United States. Shawn studied the girl's face, set in a blank expression and deep in thought. Camryn didn't appear fifteen. She looked so much older than she really was. Maybe seventeen or eighteen. Shawn found himself wishing that Camryn were just a few years older.

"So, what are you doing with MI6?" Shawn asked, pushing away his ridiculous thoughts. "I thought you were with the CIA."

"I am. They sent me as a liaison to MI6. You know, international relations."

Shawn nodded. "Look, I have some stuff for you, but we have to go somewhere private. I don't want people sticking their noses where they shouldn't be."

Camryn smirked. "Like me?"

"Let's go to the roof," Shawn said, not answering Camryn's question. He stood up and walked out of the coffee shop with Camryn trailing behind him. Once outside, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his side.

"What are you-"

Shawn leaned in close to her and smiled. "It's a cover. Don't want to look suspicious." He lightly kissed her cheek and headed toward the elevator.

George carried two shopping bags in her hand as she and Alex looked for a place to sit and take a break. They stopped at a coffee shop and sat down.

"We've been all over this place, and we still haven't seen Camryn anywhere," Alex said. He was beginning to worry. Where was Camryn? Had something happened to her?

"I'm worried," George said.

"Why? Camryn can take care of herself. We both know that."

"Uborevich said something to me while we were fighting. He said, 'Dakhov was right; I should have gone for your sister.' I'm worried that Dakhov is going to do to Camryn what Uborevich did to me."

"We should find her. Do you have her cell phone number?"

"No."

"Then how are we supposed to find her?" Alex asked, scanning the crowd.

"I don't know."

Suddenly, Alex spotted a girl with brown hair walking toward the elevator. A young man walked beside her with his arm around her waist. The girl was wearing the same light jeans and lime green T-shirt that Camryn was wearing that day. A wave of jealousy tore through Alex. He stood up.

"I found her," Alex said to George.

George picked up her bags and asked the girl at the cash register of the coffee shop to hang onto the bags.

"Let's go."

George and Alex waved through the crowds. By the time they reached the elevator, it had, of course, gone. George spotted a staircase. She grabbed Alex's arm, knowing he wouldn't hear her over the noise, and pulled him towards it. Alex was thankful when they hit the quiet of the staircase and began ascending, but soon he felt the uncomfortable silence between himself and George. Alex was a few stairs in front of George. She hadn't spoken in the past five minutes. He heard a thud behind him and turned around. A man had come up behind George, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her to the floor. George banged her head on a step and blacked out. Alex jumped down the five stairs separating them, but before he could kick the man now holding an unconscious George, Alex was grabbed from behind, pushed against the wall, and had his arms pinned to his back at a painful angle.

The man holding Alex gave orders to the other one in Russian. Alex strained to see who was talking, but he was yanked from the wall and dragged up the remaining stairs.

Shawn pulled a PDA from his pocket and pulled up schematics of the barracks in Seversk. He pointed to what seemed like an underground hanger.

"This is nuclear weapons arsenal that was used to store nukes during the Cold War. It's empty right now, but weapons are in transport right now. They'll arrive tomorrow morning."

Camryn opened her mouth to speak when a door behind them flew open. She and Shawn spun around. Dakhov walked through the door, followed by three men. Shawn took a defensive stance in front of Camryn. Camryn sighed when she saw that two of Dakhov's men were restraining and dragging a strong-willed and angry Alex. Alex was furiously trying to free himself from their grip. The third man had George flung over his shoulder unconscious.

"Ah, Camryn, there you are. I was wondering when you would turn up," Dakhov said with a pleased smile.

Alex froze. "Wait – what?!" he yelled.

Dakhov laughed.

"You stupid idiot!" Camryn yelled at Alex. "You got us caught!"

"Yeah, looking for you," Alex retorted. "If you hadn't gone off and done a disappearing act, we wouldn't have been looking for you."

"What the heck?" George grumbled. Alex heard a thud as the man holding George dropped her to the floor. "That was uncalled for," George growled at the man, rubbing her head. George looked up at Dakhov. I should have known, she thought.

George scanned the rooftop. There were Dakhov and his three men, Alex, Camryn, and no! It can't be!

Camryn watched as George looked around then locked onto Shawn, her emerald eyes went from soft and confused to hard and unreadable. Camryn looked at Shawn who was looking at George as intently as he had been earlier.

"Don't I know you?" Shawn asked, his eyes still not leaving George.

"Well you should," George spat. "I'm your sister!"

"What…but no – you can't be. My sister is only thirteen, and she's blonde and…" Shawn stuttered as his voice trailed off. Camryn was surprised that someone like Shawn had lost his cool.

"Shawn, I'm fourteen, you idiot. And I'm normally blonde. I had to die my bloody hair. How could you not recognize me?!" George yelled, kicking the legs out from under the man who was advancing on her, and then standing up.

Confused, Camryn looked from George to Shawn, then back to George. Now she realized where she had seen Shawn's eyes before. George had the same green eyes that now glinted with flames of fury.

"Baby girl?" Shawn gasped. It was as if a light had just been thrown in his head. His baby sister stood in front of him. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?!" George almost shrieked. "What are you doing here?! You walked out three years ago! You left me alone when you promised you would always look after me! Where were you?!"

Shawn sighed. "It's hard, baby girl."

Dakhov laughed and said, "Well, this really is a family affair, isn't it?"

Alex realized that Dakhov had his eyes set on Camryn as he said this.