Washington, DC, Elizabeth, 2006

"I need to know everything he told you, while you were with him." I nod, feeling trapped.

"Like what sir?" I swear this room is getting smaller. I try to take a breath, counting to four, like the company therapist told me too, but it's getting harder.

"Like did he mention anything about Bolivia?" I'm confused. He did talk to me, or at me rather. In fact he was quite the talker. He talked at me about his mother in Columbia, he seemed to really love her. He talked at me about the raw opium poppies he was trafficking out of China and into Europe. He interrogated me, forcing me to talk about myself. I've come to find, that in his twisted fucking mind, we were a couple. It was his way of having conversation with his wife. But through all that, he never mentioned anything about Bolivia.

"No, sir he didn't." He nods, his face unreadable.

"What do you know about his business?"

"I know he was an opium trafficker. He sold the raw opium poppies to an Organization in Turkey. He would then get another cut of the profits once the heroin was produced and sold throughout Europe." He's nodding again.

"Did he ever mention, why you were there?"

"He said once, that I was right where I was supposed to be. He said that he wasn't sure whether or not the promise would be kept." His eyes snap up to meet mine.

"Did he say who made the promise?" I shake my head, but my stomach drops.

"Bess, what I'm about to tell you will never leave this room, not if you want your kids to stay alive. I now you went to Pittsburgh to see them, how'd it go?" He laughs. My eyes fill with tears. Wondering who was following me. Watching me for him.

"You were never supposed to make it home." It's something I knew, something I felt deep in my gut. But hearing it out loud from the source is hard.

"I gave you to him. I can't have you knowing why, and it doesn't matter at this point. You are going to be issued a new identity. New name, new passport, new license. A starter bank account. I will have fifty thousand dollars in it. And then Agent McCord, you will disappear." Tears spill from my eyes. He stands and starts walking over to the door.

"Wipe your face. Head up. And Bess, maybe get off the drugs. I know what you did two nights ago." I wipe at the tears with my good hand. And stand. I nearly run out of the building. Getting in my rental car, it takes everything I have not to speed off the base.

Los Angeles, Henry, 2014

"What a bastard." I say under my breath. I can't believe it. The man who comforted me at her funeral. The man who gave her a beautiful and loving eulogy. The man who held Jason so I could say my goodbye properly. He knew. The whole time, he knew where she was and what was happening to her. He put her there.

"Are you okay?" She asks me. Her face full of concern. Her eyes still full of fear. I grab her hand, needing to be connected to her.

"No, I'm not." I tell her. I'm pissed off. Pissed that this happened to her. Pissed that this happened to me. Pissed that this happen to our kids. Pissed that there has been so much lost time. Pissed that this asshole is the president. Pissed at her for not telling anyone.

"Why didn't you release this? Why didn't you fight him?" It a harsh question. None of this is her fault, not really. But the hurt is there.

"I couldn't. I was too scared. And I was alone." She whispers. And I know it's the truth. She was alone, how was she supposed to fight him alone?

"You're not alone anymore. We are going to take him down, together" I tell her, boring into her soul. Making sure she know that I will not leave her alone.

Los Angeles, Elizabeth, 2014

It's been a whirlwind of six hours. But thinking about it now with reality setting in, I'm not sure that changes things. Talking to him has been messy enough. If we had not have run into each other at UCLA, nothing would be different now. I'm still alone.

"Henry, I am alone." I tell him. His face twists in pain as he shakes his head.

"No." He says.

"Henry, you're married. Our kids think I'm dead. Jessica is their legal mother. It has been a very long and confusing night. But those things haven't changed." I tell him, trying to bring us both back down to earth.

Los Angeles, Henry, 2014

My throat tightens and my stomach lurches. Nausea comes, panic following. I can't lose her again. I won't make it a second time. I know she's alive now. My life has been irreversibly changed today, weather she likes it or not.

"We'll figure it out." I tell her. I know I sound desperate. But I know her, I still know everything about her. I know I'm about to get the brush off. She will push me away and close me out.

"Henry" She sighs. "Please don't make this harder than it has to be." Tears fill her eyes once again. And I think she needs me just as much as I need her. I take a breath, thinking about what I want to say.

"Elizabeth, I know you're scared. I'm scared too." I pause, "You're right, we do have a lot to figure out. But I am in LA for the next three days. Just let's keep talking."

I see her thinking, her mind going five hundred miles a minute.

"I don't know." She finally says.

"I will leave you tonight. Give you some time to think about what you want to do next." Suddenly an idea clicks.

"I will be at the same bench at UCLA tomorrow at 2 pm. If you don't come, I will leave you alone. If you do come, we set our boundaries and we just keep talking." She is still thinking, but then nods.

I get up from the couch and walk to the door. Before walking out, I turn to look at her.

"I never stopped loving you." I tell her, before walking out of the door.