Disclaimer: See the first chapter.

Rescuing Alana:

Dustin was still mad, whether he let me see it or not, I could tell. He also felt hurt that Alana hadn't stayed and that I had known for all these years that she was still alive. It wasn't up to me though, to tell him, the decision was all hers. There was much more to this that Dustin didn't know, and I hoped he never found out.

Langley, Virginia
Nine Years Ago:

"Here's a folder containing names in several different countries. Passports, accounts that will keep you comfortable, all the information that you need is in here" Rachel said sliding the folder across the table to the black headed woman. Her hair was now cut short, barely reaching her shoulders. The woman took it.

"He doesn't know?" the woman asked taking the folder. Her accent was now hardly recognizable now.

"No, he doesn't know, he thinks you were killed, just like everyone else. I'm the only one who knows you're still alive" Rachel said softly.

The woman nodded and got up from the café table that were occupying. "Thank you Rachel, for everything" she said before walking away.

Suddenly she stopped and turned around. "Rachel, take care of Dustin, please? Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid now that I'm gone" she said.

Rachel smiled. "Don't worry, I won't let it happen. Stay safe Alana" she said. Alana nodded and then continued walking down the street towards a taxi that would take her to the airport, and then on to one of the countries she now had a life in.

"Where exactly is this old militia compound?" I asked as we walked. He continued walking. I looked and saw he was lost in thought.

"Dustin we really don't have much time, maybe I can help" I said. He silenced me with a wave of his hand and I sighed rolling my eyes. We continued walking until we came to a dark alleyway. He began to walk down it and I rolled my eyes getting my gun.

"Of course you would choose the sketchiest alley to go down" I said as I hurried back to his side. He looked down at the ground and pulled the grate up. He jumped down and I heard a splash.

"Come on Rach" he said lifting his arms up. I jumped into them without hesitation knowing he would catch me. I landed and he placed me in the sewer beside him. I wrinkled my nose at the stench but followed him anyway.

He grabbed my arm. "Stay behind me gara" he said. I nodded.

"I bet you had one hell of a life back then" I commented as we walked.

"I was undercover Rach. I did what I had to do, just like when you're undercover you do what you have to do" he said.

"So, do you miss the life of being in the underground militia?" I asked.

"Not even close, I prefer living above ground, away from the smell of sewage, and I like my fifty-two inch flat screen" he said with a grin. I rolled my eyes, but smiled.

He stopped about five miles down in the sewer and pushed open a piece of brick wall. He went in and I followed, the door slammed closed behind us and I jumped back aiming my gun at the wall. There was nothing. We continued forward.

"Some life" I commented as we walked. There was nothing in the room. He chuckled and said "This is still the entrance gara, here's the real compound" before pushing open another part of the brick wall.

My eyes opened wide in shock. The place actually didn't look bad to be underground in the sewers. It looked barer than it probably use to be, but it looked like the underground militia didn't live a bad life. Dustin chuckled again as we walked, this time his gun was loaded and ready.

As we walked our boots echoed on the hard floor, our shadows bounced haphazardly across the compounds walls. We came to a stop in the middle of the compound.

This is a trap! my mind screamed.

I walked forward and Dustin put a hand out to stop me. Pushing me further behind him I watched as he intently looked around the compound, his eyes carefully sweeping over every surface.

"I know you're here! Why don't you come out and face me like a man!" Dustin shouted into the air. His voice bounced off the walls and echoed on through the compound, however far it went.

Suddenly there was the sound of clapping. I kept turning in a slow circle, my gun ready, unsure of where the source of the sound was coming from. Dustin stood still his gun aimed up. I looked up and saw a balcony. He was looking intently at it.

There was the sound of feet and a muffled cry and I aimed my gun further into the compound. A woman was pushed into the light and she fell on her knees. I recognized Alana immediately. I moved forward to get her but Dustin grabbed me by my arm and held me back.

"Wait" he said. I looked at him closely.

The woman he loved was lying only a few feet away and he didn't react. If it had been me, and that was Callen on the floor, I would forget the danger and go to him. Of course, he always had his head straighter on his shoulders then I did. I did as he said, knowing he knew these people, whoever they were, far better than I did.

"Dustin! Get out of here!" Alana screamed, but he stood there, still unfazed.

I held my gun at the ready. There were footsteps and then a man came out from the shadows.

"I was wondering if you would actually come Dustin. I knew the only way to get to you was to get to the woman you loved. I was starting to wonder if I would have to kidnap your partner over there since you so strongly believed Alana was dead. But, you surprised me, you came without a hesitation" said the voice.

"Only someone I trusted would know I would drop everything for Alana because my love runs deeper than anything else" Dustin said looking at the man, his eyes narrowing.

"You're right. You know Rachel was right all those years ago. You really should be more careful about who you trust" said the man.

My eyes widened in shock. I had told Dustin that over eight years ago, when I followed him to Scotland after Alana's supposed death.

"You were always so trusting with me, I knew you would never expect me" said the man.

I looked at him closely. He looked vaguely familiar, but I hadn't been to Scotland in over nine years, so I wouldn't recognize anyone.

"Of course I wouldn't expect you" Dustin said coldly.

The man laughed. "That's really not the way to speak me, after all it had been nine years Dustin" he said.

"I think it is under the circumstances, Jonathan" Dustin said coldly.

I gasped out loud. Of course, I should have recognized him. I couldn't believe that Jonathan had been behind it all. Jonathan was Dustin's brother.

I had to add a twist to it. Hope you liked this chapter. Let me know.

-Haleybug