I know shocking I am not dead. No, I will not be abandoning this story. I love Bourne too much for that.

I just have been obsessed with Inception and well...I'm sorry!

I will have another update before the week is up. That is the most I promise.

Enjoy...

'Keep moving, keep moving.' Nicky told herself weaving in and out between vendors and moving people aside. She looked back behind her but he just kept coming. She knew that her hair was a dead give away but she couldn't slow down for even a second to cover it, there was no room for error on this chase.

Not that it really mattered what she did. She had aided an agent who'd gone rouge and with Jason no longer there as a barrier and gone it would only be a matter of time before Desh caught and took care of her.

Nick was glad that she'd had the foresight last night to take advantage of her outing, to wire half the money she had left to the account, Nina Monterese and the other half to Pamela Landy along with whatever files she had managed to obtain on Treadstone.

They would kill her but they would not silence her and it gave her a bit of comfort that her death would not be in vain. That Danny's would be avenged.

She walked in and out of the crowd, turning and looking behind her. Nicky heard the commotion of the police at her back but they weren't after Desh and even if they had been, they wouldn't have been able to her anyway.

She kept walking faster and faster but once the crowd of people thinned out she full blown ran. She ran down alleys, switching back out twice as she ran into dead ends. She turned into the mouth of a third alley but it too was closed off.

She would be exposed if she doubled back now so there was no hope but to continue into it. Luck was on her side as it had plenty of doors and hopefully one of those doors would lead to a hiding place. She yanked on every one of them but they were all locked. Desperate and at an end, she threw her shoulder into a red colored one and it gave way leading into a set of apartments with stairs.

Nicky climbed the stairs, panting and pushing her exhausted legs to keep going if only for her to be able to hide long enough to catch a breath, her fingers clutched her bag in terror as she clearly saw that the labyrinthine buildings would only give her cover for so long.

She tried not to dwell on the inescapable fact, that unlike the previous encounters, she would not survive this latest meeting with Bourne. If she could just make it to a phone, maybe she could make sure Landy kept her promise and told the truth about Bourne.

That Noah Vosen had all the dirt needed for Landy to take them down. That Nicky was one of the main authors of the behavior programming, that her thesis had helped start Treadstone. That Conklin had found out she was pregnant and had been blackmailing her with it and making her doctor the reports on the assets to keep his program running.

That Danny had claimed the child as Abott asked and Neal Daniels had just informed her prior to his talk with Simon Ross that the child had not died and in fact had been adopted by a distant relative of Zorn's.

Pamela could do what neither of them had been able to do. She could crack open the black opps.

The thought of her child somewhere alive gave her the last bit of strength needed for her to make it to the top floor and push the door open. 'You can do this, just get back into the crowd.'

The roof she was standing on opened out to a flat and wide terrace with a low wall. She eyed the distance to the next roof and back down where she had come. Nicky had no choice she had to keep moving. "I hate this, I hate this," she chanted slung her bag diagonally over her shoulder and with one leap of faith she threw herself forward into the air.

She let the momentum of her body carry her through and she slammed into the ground on the other terrace, her head came out of safety of her arms and after a brief check to ascertain that she hadn't cracked anything, she looked around for a similar rooftop door.

She kicked it open and ran down the flight a stairs that mirrored the ones she had just climbed.

With her adrenaline spent, Nicky, hand on the wall shakily walked down each step. Her breaths came out in shuddering bits that hopefully would not draw unwanted attention. She pressed against the wall and slid down carefully looking around the doorway.

Nothing but cracked checkered floors and children crying around her. She ran past an entrance and to a window. Turning one last time to make sure she wasn't being followed she ran past the window and towards another door.

One that would hopefully lead to the street.

She found herself in another corridor with even more windows and fewer doors. She opened one and barely spied Desh by the exit door. She hastily moved away and turned back the way she came. She hit another set of doors and finally saw a way out.

It was a balcony three stories up and over a hard alley floor. She kept going hoping for another door or staircase but all she saw were more windows and more balconies. 'Oh God! I can't make that, I can't.'

Nicky could practically hear his steps and the breath of death he brought with him, unable to decide or deliberate much longer, she slipped across into an unoccupied room with another high escape option. She had just started to grip her fingers around the window frame to pull herself onto the balcony when she heard the crash of someone going through glass.

Hoping that maybe Desh had met with an unfortunate accident or that somehow Landy had known of her predicament and sent reinforcements; Nicky let go and went to investigate. She ran down the same corridor she had been hiding in originally and turned the corner.

Two men were fighting and struggling for the control of a gun, the gun went off and she dropped to the ground as the shot ricocheted off the doorway where she'd been standing.

She checked herself and rose to perhaps help her good Samaritan when she finally got a good look at the men. One was Desh and the one fighting him was…Jason Bourne.

Bourne kept going following the line of cell phone pieces until they ended. He kept going past the stolen motorcycle and into the flow of people coming out of a nearby marketplace. If there was one thing Nicky knew how to do, it was blend.

'Why did you stay? Why?' ran through his mind as people were rudely shoved aside in his urgency. He made progress into the crowd but he had forgotten about the cops still on his tail.

They had reached the market and were blowing their whistles shrilly. He turned and saw them heading his way, 'I don't have time for this. Nicky is in danger.' He looked around the stalls as he passed them.

His mind taking in and discarding items as quickly as he saw them.

He ran around a group of tourist just as the much larger group of cops converged and pinpointed his position. He pushed past an older man and saw a table full of hairspray bottles. He took one quickly and dragging along the vendor of them with him, he dropped it in a trashcan being used as a fire pit.

The explosion would have been deafening but his hearing was still off due to the Daniel's bomb. It did create the diversion he needed and parted the people giving him plenty of room to run and chase his target.

A cop slammed into him and Bourne grabbed his gun hand bent it at the wrist pulling the weapon from him and pushed him backward until the man fell. The stunt helped keep people further away and discouraged any would-be heroes. It also made it harder to find Desh in the pockets the crowd had formed.

Like Nicky before him, he too dashed into a building and ran up the stairs with the Tangier's police hot on his heels. He slammed a roof door close and jumped onto a terrace. It looked out onto the crowd and with any luck he'd be able to spot Desh.

He saw the police presence was getting bigger but no asset. He ran to another ledge and searched frantically looking for anything to give him an advantaged. To his dismay he saw Nicky's distinctive hair, he had hoped that she'd been farther away by now. He found her much too quickly which could only mean, he looked and sure enough just a few paces behind her, he saw that Desh had found her too.

He ran from the edge and climbed back onto a higher terrace, he turned around as the police caught up to him and he vaulted over several low walls. He ran around the corner and found himself blocked by wall whose top was covered in glass.

He took a shirt from a clothesline, and wrapping it around his hands he hopped over that one as well, the police yelling behind him.

Bourne stopped for a second to get his bearings. He stood on the wall searching for any further sign of Nicky. The police caught up to him again and they were shouting at him in Arabic. He could understand what they were saying but he didn't care about them.

It would only be a matter of time and if he lingered Nicky would be added to the running tally of allies he had gotten killed. He looked down into the now deserted alleys and spotted the asset looking up around himself, Bourne followed his gaze and saw Nicky standing on the ledge of a building.

He waited with baited breath as she stood on the ledge teetering on it as if deciding whether or not she was going to jump. He wondered briefly if she was the type to consider suicide. He had known the answer to that in another life before he had left her.

Given some of the things he had found out about her, he would say no but the things he knew about her were several years old and she'd been through a lot since, a lot of it at his hands.

Maybe it had gotten to her. Maybe she was only willing to put her faith in herself, even if that meant dying on her own terms and not because she was part of a program that had gone wrong.

She flexed her knees and jumped clearly landing on the other side. Bourne released a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

Desh saw her and moved into action. Nicky was his last line to his old life. He could not and would not lose her. He would kill Desh with his bare hands if he had to.

He unfroze from his stance and kept running across the buildings, the police in hot pursuit. He jumped into a home scaring a woman and slipping past her son and out another door. He too narrowly avoided getting lost in the maze that was the building as he jumped and ran into home after home.

Going past child playing and grandparents praying. Women cooking and men taking naps.

He kept running until his heart was pumping so loud it was all he could hear. Until his lungs were holding the smallest amount of air they could work on. Until all he saw was her pretty face kissing him and telling him that she loved him in some crappy hotel while they ran from people trying to kill him.

Until he began to hallucinate that he was seeing her right in front of him.

He looked again and he realized that it was Nicky he was seeing and she was running off and away from the window directly across from him. He didn't know how far off Desh was or even if he was close but he had to get to her and if that meant jumping through a full glass door, then Bourne would jump through a full glass door.

He took a running start and he kicked off the balcony.

Time seemed to freeze as he sailed directly into the door and broke through it. He rolled to the floor and immediately shots flew over his head. Desh came around the corner and squeezed off a few more shots before Bourne smacked his hands against the wall attempting to dislodge it from the other asset's grip.

One shot went wild and hit the doorway right where Nicky had dropped.

'Had she been hit?'

In his brief pause of worry for Nicky's health, Desh twisted Bourne's hands squeezing the bullets in Nicky's direction until Bourne forced it to the corridor and threw it there. He was thrown back into the room he had crashed into and onto a bed. Desh pummeled him and Bourne tried to lift himself for leverage.

Out of nowhere Nicky ran and jumped onto Desh's back, sticking her fingers into his mouth and dragging one side of it harshly to the side. He ran his right elbow into her face and the left into the side of her head until she let go and then for good measure kicked her in the stomach.

Nicky fell back flat on her back and seeing her sprawled like that after she had taken on a man she had no hope of beating and doing it for him gave Bourne a surge of such hatred that he punched Desh so hard he tumbled head over feet.

Desh got back up and Bourne pushed Desh out of the way of Nicky's prone form.

They fought it out in the next room. Falling into bookcases and using anything within arm's reach to keep fighting. They crashed into the bathroom and after a few tossed items and swipes of a razorblade, Bourne balled up a towel around Desh neck.

He pushed him down in the corner using his body weight to hold him as he tightened the towel and twisted the ends together. Desh sensing the end reached up and smacked Bourne in the face but Bourne pushed his hand away and held on, using the image of Desh hitting Nicky to keep the ends tight. Finally Desh slumped and Bourne let go of the towel as well.

He looked up to see Nicky in the door. Her pale face showed exhaustion, disbelief and something else. It looked like revulsion.

As far as he remembered, Nicky had never seen him actually kill someone before. Sure she knew what he was capable of and what he had done but to actually see it as opposed to reading about it in a report and to see it up close was different. 'How much of what he done right now had she seen?'

She came closer, her eyes not straying from the dead man. He looked back down at the body unable to handle seeing what she really thought about him in those brown eyes. He searched Desh's body and pulled out his phone.

"Code it in. We need to be dead." He said and handed Nicky the phone without looking at her.

Nicky took the phone wordlessly but he didn't see how she stared at him with concern.

They left the apartments much quieter than they had entered them. Nicky had punched in the codes and somewhere in New York, Noah Vosen was getting a note saying they were down.

She closed the phone carefully and slowly pulled it apart. She threw the pieces away in a trashcan serving as a fire pit. Bourne walked quietly in front of her leading her out through the back alleys that had saved her life. "Are you okay?"

"We have to get somewhere in doors. The police are looking for me."

"Jason?"

He turned around and pulled her into a secluded alley, "what Nicky? What do you need to say that is so goddamm important that you can't wait until we get out of view?"

"Thank you for saving my life." She said simply.

"It's my fault you were in danger anyway. We need to get you some dye and scissors. We have to disguise you. Your hair stands out too much." He lifted a hand to touch the different colored strands but he walked out of the alley instead.

She stuck her hands in her pockets and walked alongside him. "I'm grateful either way and I'm sorry you had to do it," she said it as if was an everyday thing for him, which it kind of was.

It made him mad for some reason. By her tone she was implying that she hadn't expected him to save her; that she had probably expected him to let Desh take her out so that he wouldn't have to deal with her later. "Save you life or kill Desh?" he snapped.

"Both." She paused, perhaps she sensed his anger, no she sensed something but it wasn't that. "There's a store on the corner, I'll get what I need and we can get out off the street and out of view."

Bourne handed her some money and she ran into the store. He shook his head that had been too familiar.