It's only natural
The moon is just half full
We give our best away
We give our best away

          -Weezer "December"

 Chapter Thirteen

            Hayden tapped his finger rhythmically on his desk, which was kept meticulously cleaner than his one at the office. As a rule he never kept important or confidential information at his office at home, he couldn't risk it, for many reasons. But there were some things he couldn't even trust to be kept at the other office. Alex Krycek's address was one of them.

            He was the only one in the world that knew where Krycek kept his secret apartment, not even Krycek's mentor and enemy CSM, knew where he lived. The knowledge of this was a great feeling to Hayden. It wasn't that it fed his ego or his need for power, it wasn't even that he hated Alex Krycek and loved having something on him. In fact since their first encounter months ago, Hayden had actually formed a solid respect for him.

            It was the fact that he was that much closer to Sandra Ames.

            He'd been stupid before, letting her go. He'd let the fact that they were both around the same age, get to him and he'd been sympathetic. What wouldn't he do to have this time to enjoy life and his youth? Unfortunately, like him, she was not in a position to have that luxury. She was the only hope for earth and they couldn't waste time now.

            Hayden put the address in his pocket, locking the door of his office as he walked into the kitchen. His home, a three bedroom condo, with high ceilings and large bay windows that looked out onto the landscape of New York, was stylishly and modernly furnished. He'd hired one of the cities top decorators, as he didn't have the time or interest to decorate the condo himself. He was pleasantly surprised with the result, with grey leather couches and chairs adorning the main room and all the tables and Armoire done in ash blonde.

            Many twenty-five year olds couldn't afford such luxury unless they had large trust funds. But most twenty-five year olds fathers weren't past members of the Consortium and a co-founder of the Resistance. Hell, most didn't even know what the Resistance and Consortium were.

            Hayden was brought out of his revere by a crying noise coming from another room. Hayden put down his glass of water he'd been drinking and followed the noise upstairs, there he found a baby swinging his arms about and screaming at the top of his lungs.

            Hayden lifted the baby up into his arms, rocking softly back and forth, "Hey buddy, I thought you were going to sleep for a little while longer," Hayden stared down at the three month old face. "You're a sweet boy, you know that?" The baby stopped crying and let out a tiny giggle. Hayden laughed, "Oh you do know that, do you? Well then, let's go get you some food before your daddy has to go back to work."