"Carry her back to the house; we need to clean up this mess before we move on." Krycek said to Miles and walked away.

Monica's body had gone limp in Miles arms, he picked her up holding her under her knees and back, her head rolled back, and her arm swung limply at her side.

He carried her through the forest as if nothing was wrong, as if he was taking a stroll through the park instead of carrying an unconscious federal agent.

Her hair swung in the gentle breeze and the sunlight that managed to break through the trees leaves, hit her face, creating an almost glow over her features. But to Miles, it was as if he wasn't carrying anything, he didn't look at the beautiful woman that he carried in his arms, didn't even think about her, he just carried out the task that was asked of him.

The alien Miles had no feelings, no emotion, he felt no fear of the CSM, or of Krycek, he felt no pity for Monica, and certainly did not feel happiness or love. This Miles did not have a conscience, he was a robot currently being controlled by Krycek, he did the tasks her was told to do and did them with out hesitation.

When Mile's got back to the house Follmer came out and spoke angrily to Krycek. "I told you this would happen! I told you that she would try to escape! Where is she now?"

"We caught her in the forest, she managed to climb up a tree, I have… sedated her and Miles is bringing her now." Krycek said.

Brad looked at him wearily, unsure of what he meant by 'sedated' but then he caught sight of Billy and he walked over to him, taking Monica from him.

He looked into her face. Only in sleep does she look at peace, even if it is an induced sleep, which she probably fought for as long as she could.

Brad walked over to one of the Jeeps parked out the front of the house. He opened the door and gently lay Monica along the back seat and put the middle seat belt for safety. Not that it would really help in the event of a crash, but as they say it's the thought that counts.

Brad looked at her once more, moving her hair out of her face, and sighed. These days Monica won't even let me do that.

"What are you doing?" Krycek asked and Follmer realised that he was at the door of the Jeep. He hoped put and looked at Krycek.

"We leave in ten minutes, first we clear the house of evidence that we were ever here, then we move to the set location, and then you back to the bureau, and pretend like nothing ever happened, got it?" Krycek said and then went back inside.

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Exactly ten minutes later, and all trace of the trio and Monica, was gone. Krycek got into a green two- door TJ Jeep Wrangler, while Follmer took the black JK, in which Monica was lying in the back seat of. And Miles was in the white Ute that he had stolen.

The three cars took off through the forest and drove for hours until they came to a dirty, run down old house in an unclean suburb.

Follmer had been constantly looking at Monica through the whole trip, and now he got out of the car, and went around to the back seat and pulled Monica out, Krycek and Miles were already inside, so Follmer carried Monica inside and into one of the bed rooms.

He sat her down so she was resting against the bed, and then took out a bit of rope and tied her hands behind her back. He sat there for a while, just looking at her. Her head was forward, hair covering her face, as her back lent against the edge of the bed, and her legs where stretched out in front of her.

Brad moved closer to Monica, and moved some of the hair from her eyes, puting it behind her ear. The he stood up and left.

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Monica's POV

I saw John over the other side of the park, and I ran towards him, and called out to him, "John!" he turned around, and his whole face lit up, like he hadn't seen me in weeks, as I got closer to him, I didn't slow down at all, I jumped at John, and his arms went around me, holding me to him as close as we could be.

We stood there a while just holding each other, and enjoying the feel of being in each others arms again. I reveled in the feeling of him being so close to me again, and being able to feel John so close was like heaven to me.

I closed my eyes, as a lone tear fell. It landed on Johns' shirt and he pulled back to look at me.

"Honey, what's wrong?" He asked his voice full of concern, concern for me that I might be upset. My heart swelled at the love of the man in front of me.

"Nothing's wrong, I just missed you so much John." I said and he put his hand on my cheek and swiped away the tears gently. Then he leaned in and kissed me softly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close to me again. I could feel his warm arms make there way up and down my back in a soothing way.

Then I heard a little voice yell "Mommy!" I pulled back from John and saw a little girl run from behind a tree, her long brown hair swaying with the wind, and her blue eyes were so innocent and happy as she ran towards me, much like how I had run to John.

She stopped when she got to me and hugged my legs, as the girl was no more than three or four, she couldn't reach any higher. I picked the girl up and held her close to me before letting her rest on my hip.

"Hi baby, how are you? Mommy missed you, you know?"

"I missed you too Mommy, please don't go away again." The girl cried and hugged my neck, her head resting on my shoulder. "I'm okay now that you're back." She continued.

With one arm I held my baby girl, and with the other I held John's hand as we walked out of the park together hand in hand.

We walked like that the whole way home, which was only a block. John opened the door for me, and I noticed that Alexandra had fallen asleep; I took her to her room and placed her on her bed, pulling the covers over her.

As I came out of the Alex's room I walked into the kitchen to make dinner, John came up behind me and snaked his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. It felt incredibly wonderful to have his arms around me again. I had missed the little things that a lot, while I was away.

Things like when John wrapped his arms around me, or when he would wake me up with a kiss. Or Alexandra running around and playing with Dana's kids Emily and William. I missed being home with my family.

I turned around in John's arms, and ran my hands over his chest. "I missed you so much John." I said and laid my head where hands were, moving my hands around to his back.

"We missed you too Hun, are you feeling alright, you're awfully cuddly today." He joked,

I pulled back and playfully swatted his arm, "Can't a woman hug her husband anymore?" I asked and lent up on tippy toes to kiss his lips.

"I have been away for far too long, I just want you to hold me in your arms." Monica said leaning into his chest again and listening to beat of his heart.

"I thought that you were going to make something to eat?" John said stroking the back of her hair.

"I was, but now I'm not hungry, I just want to lie down in your arms, and feel you all around me." She whispered.

We walked to our room and I took off my shoes and socks, and jumped into bed with John. He came over to his side of the bed, and got in, pulling me closer to him, I enjoyed the warmth that was emitted from John's body as he hugged me to his chest.

I rested my head and hand on his chest, our legs entwined and I quickly fell asleep in the arms of the man I love.