Cougar and the K-Unit: The Epilogue

A Month Later:

It took some investigating, but we finally figured out who set the bomb. It had been a rogue Enforcer's agent. Apparently, he lost a valuable piece of information and the Enforcer's had to halt everything to find it. They were planning on killing him, but he managed to get away and started planning revenge. It didn't work so well, since he managed to kill himself in the process.

Molly was alive and well, and all she had to thank was luck. Half an hour before the bomb went off, her guards moved her to the basement for the sleep-prevention torture. It was the second form of torture they conducted, the first being not feeding her the entire time she was there. But now she was fine, living with her parents, who were released when I helped prove them innocent of selling secrets, in Germany. I had told her that if she wanted to talk about her experience, that she could talk to me. She seemed relieved and had called me once, after her first day back at school. It seems like it was as hard for her as it was for me. But at least she didn't have any siblings to lose.

As for Alex? He was living with me in the apartment I recently started renting. After explaining to me that he wanted out of the spy business, and that faking his dead was an easy way to do so, I had to inform Aunt Tulip, who didn't seem surprised at all, and we worked out some new paperwork. His legal name was now Collin Beacons. He had grinned at this, and it took me a while to figure out why.

I had decided that the SAS wasn't for me. Sure, I loved the feeling of justice being served, but I had been groomed from such a young age to do this kind of work that I wanted to try something different. Which is why I had retired after only a month in the SAS and was now working as an interior designer. It had surprised me when Alex suggested it after seeing my apartment. It seemed like I had a creative side, and I was planning on opening a "Design Your Own Room" store in California later in the month. I was going to name it Oasis.

Alex and I were moving to California, where the store would be located, to start our life fresh. No spy life, no SAS life, just our life.

My parents seemed happy for us, and my father accepted the fact that I didn't want the lifestyle they had. My mother even stopped by and asked me to decorate their new home in Oregon. Apparently I wasn't the only one who retired.

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Alex came home as I was packing things in boxes. He was always quiet like a spy, which I guess he still was in some ways, but his keys jangled when he placed them on the key rack.
He walked swiftly into the bedroom and came up behind me, placing his hands on my hips and turning me around to face him.
"I've come to think you'll be happy to leave London behind."
I smiled, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips before replying. "Maybe I can't wait to get out of here and start our new life...with Oasis."
He smiled when I mentioned my shop, and I internally wondered why. Sure, I was excited for it to open, but why was he?
Before I could think, I had already blurted out, "Why are you so excited for Oasis?"
He seemed taken back, and I was momentarily thankful that he had stopped using his spy-mode face all the time. His emotionless face seemed to be used less and less often. He thought for a moment before answering. "I'm excited because you are. You seem so happy about Oasis and I love seeing you happy. I love you."
I grinned at him, leaning in again to give him a kiss. "I love you, too." I whispered after I had moved my head back.

"I know we haven't talked much about my faked death, but I want you to know that you're the reason I came back." He searched my eyes for something as he said this, and my mouth parted in surprise. We hadn't talked about his faked death relatively at all since it happened, but I had been wondering why he didn't just leave.
"because of me?" I asked, whispering in disbelief.
"I saw you sitting there, next to the grave, talking and crying and I just couldn't leave you to think I was dead. I already knew I loved you, but I didn't know how much. My heart tore apart when I saw you crying your eyes out. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't leave with you."

I thought about his words, taking them in before jumping on him, wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
"I'm glad you didn't leave." I whispered in his ear. "I don't think I really could have lived without you." And it was true. After I thought about it, all my talk of justice being served and me being the one to dish it out didn't seem like enough motivation to keep moving. Nothing could be more motivating than Alex, and I truly didn't think I could've lived without him. He was my rock.

"I'm glad too. I couldn't live without you either." then he brought his lips down to mine and I forgot what I was doing.

All I knew was him. All I could think about was him, our life together, the things we'd experience together. Everything I did was would be with him. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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It's over. Oh, god. IT'S OVER! AH! What will I do with myself? Oh, wait. Maybe write a sequel?
I wasn't planning on it, but I came up with the idea for a sequel. Basically, Alex and Cal would be living in California, running Oasis when they'd get a call from Aunt Tulip. I can't tell you anything else, but would you like a sequel? Tell me in a review!

Before I go, I wanted to thank my wonderful friend DarthZ for helping me through this. We haven't talked recently, and that's mostly my fault, but she's a friend I wouldn't want to live without.

Also, my parents should be thanked. Especially my Dad since he put up with my constant bugging of what is real and what's not in the Military. Also, my Mom needs to be thanked for her exceptional support and editing.

And you guys need to be thanked for your support even though things didn't go so well when I forgot to update. But even when the going got tough, you guys helped me reach this exceptional goal. This is my longest story to date and I feel privileged to have ridden this ride with all of you. Thank you, and I love you all!

Alright, now I'm off to moan about the end of this story.

Signing off for the last time on Cougar and the K-Unit,

~Mrs. Frank Hardy