Allrighty, I think you guys have been patient enough for a new chapter.. but seriously what has me boggled is why this story gets more hits and reviews than anyother of my stories.. Oh well, without further ado..

Tracing the floor with his scotch in hand he trugingly stepped in and out of the calm moonlight. His associate laughed once. "Man, for being a Kitchen boy he sure did a heck of a number on your face." He grabbed the man by his freshly laundered shirt; not able to take any teasing.

"Oh really, and what if I do the same if not worse to your face..?" He shoved a gun right into the area between his eyes. His brown hues darted to the barrel and then back at his boss. He shook his head nervously. "I thought so.." Edven retired his weapon.

He sat down upon one of the couches and rested his glass next to the welt Dimitri had bestowed. "I just don't understand how they keep getting away.." He muttered, vexed by the twosome.

Snuggled beneath a nice warm set of satiny sheets was a certain redhead and brunette. She slept ever so peacefully meanwhile his brown eyes were darting around the dark room. He knew there would be trouble for them since their union was against a lot of people, but he never thought it would put them into a dangerous situation as this. A soft murmur came from next to him. He glanced down smiling. Anya was his entire reason for living and changing from a crule heartless Con man.

"If I ever lost you.." He whispered, not being able to complete the sentance. His hand was wrapped around her waist. He slowly moved it up to her stomach where maybe, his child lay. He couldn't remember a time where he had more hope than this. Starting a family was something he had wanted since they both said "I do."

Slowly he pulled out the pendant from his pocket and ran his finger tips over the faint lettering that still read clear as the sun; Together in Paris. He grinned remembering how cute she had been first recieving this small necklace.

"Oh Grandmama!" The firery red-headed little girl cried out recieving the gift and immediatly slipping the chain over her head. The small kitchen boy had refused to stay back from all the action and now hid away watching the small Dutchess and her grandmother talk about the last time out on her fathers boat. He smiled at how she looked upon things with such curious and wide sparkling blue eyes. Suddenly as he had crept closer a horrid man was now shouting at the Romanovs.

Dimitri had arose from the bed and sought out her music box. Finding it near the small desk he began winding it up. Soon the tinkling melody softly played. He sudden caught his breath mid throat as he heard rustling of the sheets, but never came a footstep. He ran his fingers over the puzzle and just as he messed with the small pannel of the symbol for the Romanovs. The backing fell off, his face enlightened with the hidden conpartment.

Haha, yeaaah. A cliffy!! Leave it to clever boy Dimitri to figure it all out eh? R and R