A/N: So, it should be completely clear by now that I don't own Glee.

Anyway, I would love some reviews on how I'm doing. They seriously make my day. Plus, I'd love to know what you think of the story line or where you want me to take it (I'm open to suggestions, but I do know how this will end). I'm in school at this point (in fact, I'm here right now and my math book won't load), so updates will probably take longer. Plus, I have another project I'm working on. But, this will be a priority either way. It's not long until Glee and I'm pretty psyched. Darren is in the season premiere, so I'm totally thrilled. Gosh, this was long. I hope you don't mind.

Ok, one last complaint: Every other site but my math book will load. C'mon! I don't want this homework hanging over my head later. And all the jocks/ popular people seem to be the only ones getting on. Ok, thanks. I know that was pointless. If it seeps into my writing, well I apologize even further.

P.S.: If I'm forgetting about some aspect of this book, let me know because sometimes I do forget. I'm only human. And I'm sorry about the whole weird POV thing in the middle of this chapter. It's just how it had to be in my mind. Maybe someday I'll change it and make it better and less confusing.

P.S.S. I'll probably do a Warbler's performance, because frankly I can't get their songs out of my head ;) And I'm sorry this is so long. Wow, this is really long. :P

Chapter 39: Misery

Mr. Lang tried to keep track of where he was and where he was going. He quickly discovered that all he could see were shining lights. He had no idea what the light was or where he was. His head was pounding and he couldn't get his brother out of his head. He had no idea that he was in the business of espionage, but for some reason he had insisted the Company head their operations at his hospital, in his office. Granted, he also thought his brother could make a hugely knowledgeable asset someday. But, they could worry about that later. He wanted to focus on staying conscious.

He put his energies back into trying to figure out where he was. He saw the faces of the EMT's and he could hear some sirens, but he was unsure of anything. Things were getting hazier and he wasn't sure what the date even was.

Before he knew it, he was flooded in memories of his early days with the Company. He saw Kuwait first. The Company had sent him there to kill for the first time. It was an experience he hadn't forgotten. Every once in a while it would haunt his dreams, but he tried to bury it in the back of his mind. It had been almost five years since that incident and the dreams had become few and far between, but they were always vivid.

He could remember the feeling he had of being o the dirt roof in the desert. He was decked in camouflage and he could barely breathe with the heat. He was waiting for one of the military leaders in charge of a clandestine operation against the U.S. His mission was to kill him. They knew that the leader's replacement was pro-America; the suits up top didn't seem to think killing the current man was a bad idea.

Of course, they had been wrong. The informant was anti-American and operations picked up. Mr. Lang's first kill had been for nothing.

Next, he had been part of a series of operations in China. He played the part of a business man well, and he had unlimited resources from the Company. He found out the inner workings of numerous Chinese gangs and he put them to rest.

With operations like these, he moved through the ranks of the Company. Before long, he was one of the higher ranking field operatives. He refused to move to the bureaucracy of the higher level employees and so he became the only high ranking member of the CIA to still be in the field.

By the time they reached the hospital, Mr. Lang was delirious. He was still conscious but not a single doctor could figure out how. Normally, men with so much blood loss were unconscious and in shock.

Blaine squeezed Kristy tighter as the door began to swing open. His stomach did dances inside of his body and he wished he could make sure Kurt was okay. He prayed this was not associated with what happened at the haunted house. He prayed that everything was going to be okay. He prayed like he never had before.

I struggled to stop crying. I practically choked myself in order to stay silent. The way Blaine was gripping me made it even harder to breathe. It was the longest thirty seconds of my life.

Blaine gripped her even tighter as the door opened all the way. He saw that it was a man in all black clothing and even a black jacket. He had short black hair and sunglasses on. He guessed they weren't real sunglasses and there was something extra special about them.

I couldn't force myself to look up. I didn't want to see death coming. I guess a good near-death experience had made me forget who I was and what I was capable of. I could hear the moaning of the door and I noticed that there was a brand new light in the room. I was flooded with memories of my recent years. I had missed so much school. More than I wanted to think about. But, what I really wanted to forget was what I was doing during those days.

Blaine watched in surprise as he saw that the man motioned for him to stay silent. He raised his eyebrows as the man opened the closet and out came another man who was dressed very similarly.

"Get out, Rosenthal."

"When hell freezes over, Joe. I'm on assignment."

"Just go eat some Red Vines or something."

"Let me know what the boss says," he yelled, flipping "Joe" off.

I recognized the voices and I let out a sigh of relief. I finally looked up at Blaine and saw that he looked confused. Of course, that was understandable. If I hadn't understood, I would have been pretty confused too.

"Kri… Ms. Walker are you okay? I'm from the police department on protective detail. I guess they forgot to mention that."

"Yeah, they did. It's okay. Thanks," I replied, not looking at Joe.

Blaine stared from Kristy to "Joe" and then back to Kristy again. He could just tell that there was something more going on then there appeared to be.

He looked off into space and tried to come up with some non-ridiculous sounding explanation. He deemed it impossible.

"Oh and about your visitor this evening? They won't be coming back. I made sure of that."

He looked at Kristy and she wouldn't look either of them in the eye, but she nodded. It became clear that there was definitely something up. His gut was telling him there was no other possibility.

I finally looked up when Joe left. Blaine was just staring at me in disbelief. I suspected that he knew there was something up. I was just glad he didn't know my secrets.

Dr. Lang stared at Jamie.

"Tell it from the beginning. I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle."

She chuckled to herself, "No, I'm sure you can."

"Cut the crap and tell me Jamie."

She looked flustered and she just yelled, "The truth is that your freaking twin is a spy."

The doctor just laughed with a smile on his face.

"What the devil..."

"Oh, I see, you didn't think I knew."

"Wait… you mean you found out?"

"Of course I did. You don't think I noticed how often you were in my office or all of the new employees who seemed completely uninterested in medicine? That just caused a lot of suspicion and then the real kicker was when I tried to pick up the picture of my wife it changed my office into a super spy office. "

Jamie gaped at him, "How long have you known?"

"Oh, a good six months or so," he said smugly.

"And you didn't... no, there's no way."

"Unfortunately, there is. Now, what's happened to my brother?"

"He's been shot," she said shifting uncomfortably.

"Oh god, can I see him?" he asked with a shaky voice.

"Well, that's the other thing… he's in London."

"What the hell was he doing there?" he yelled through his teeth.

"It's classified."

"Somehow, I knew you would say that. So, let me guess. The Captive Audience?"

"Jesus, you're plugged in."

"Well, you should also know I've been working for the Agency for months now. That's how I know."

'You're the secret agent they planted?"

"Yep, you've played your part well."

"My part?"

"Well, the agency seems to think you've lost your… usefulness."

"Wha…?"

"It's a shame you didn't see it coming," he said, kicking her in the abdomen.

She doubled over in pain as he threw her head against the wall. There was a sickening snap as her head connected with the unyielding wall. Her vision faltered and she took a blind punch. He grabbed her hand and snapped her wrist. She cried out in pain and he just laughed.

"No one will hear you. I've made sure they're all on other floors. But, you knew that already, didn't you?"

Jamie nodded as fresh tears fell down her face. Her head was spinning and her vision seemed to have a hint of red to it. She knew that was more than a bad sign. She also knew she was fighting a losing battle with her good hand broken. She took a deep breath and tried again. She could just make out Dr. Lang's profile and so she kicked him in what she was confident was his groin.

He moaned in pain and fell to the floor, clutching his upper leg. She kicked him again, this time in the head.

"You bitch! You idiots can never just accept your fate can you?" he roared, "You have to make it effing difficult!"

He shoved her against a wall and she slumped to the ground. Then, he took a syringe out of his pocket. Jamie struggled to get up, but he was using his legs to pin her to the floor.

"Please, let me live. I won't come after the Agency. It's okay. They burn spies all the time."

"Unfortunately, for you, you've seen the bosses and naturally, they can't have that in case you turn traitor. Which I might add, is what they already suspect. So, clearly, you have to go. It's a shame; I think we could have had some fun."

"We could still have some fun, doctor. I'm a very good specialty nurse."

"Unfortunately, I'm a child specialist."

"You're disgusting."

"Maybe so, but I think I'll live. Besides, I don't act on anything. It's nice."

"You son of a bitch, you won't get away with this!"

"I think I already have," he said thrusting the needle into her carotid.

He watched as her eyes bulged and she fell back. He let go of her and stood up. She seized on the floor and he looked back at the needle in his hands. He noticed he had given her a little more than the lethal dose.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Ah well. What's one more painful death? She'll live," he said chuckling.

His cell phone rang and he picked up. A female voice spoke,

"Doctor, get radiation set up for tomorrow. We need everyone in on that. It's time for a staff meeting."

"Yes, Mam, is there anything else?"

"Yes, go visit your brother when you're finished."

Dr. Lang smiled and hung up his phone.

On a plane somewhere over the Atlantic, there was a boy. He was sixteen with curly dark hair and hazel eyes. He was looking at his wallet. It was any plain wallet, except for the picture he kept inside where a driver's license was usually kept. It was a girl… his girlfriend. He hadn't seen her in months, but he couldn't wait to see her again.

He turned the picture over to read the note she had wrote for him:

Dear Darren,

This summer has been amazing. It was a whirlwind and I can't wait to do it again. Our time together was too short, but my love will never be. Come visit sometime and don't be a stranger. I love you

Forever yours,

Kristy

A/N: Well, I can promise you that I didn't set out to write the chapter like this. It kinda caught me off guard. But, I think I like it. Definitely.

One last thing I'll add, because I've talked way too much as it is. I found out today that my chemistry teacher had a college professor named Dr. Lang. My jaw just about dropped when I heard that. But, it was awesome to hear. :)