Author's notes: And here marks the end of Kaleidoscope :) Thanks to all you wonderful readers and an extra thank you to my reviewers! Big hug for Mnemosyne, my brand new beta! Couldn't have polished this off without you girl! Hope all of you enjoy the final chapter. (I have a Sarkney fic written for the Cover Me March challenge, and another one on the way. Hee keep up the reviews!)

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Saying that things changed at the office has to the understatement of the year. No - century. Millennia! Not that I'm complaining, of course.

The first note he leaves on my desk is so ridiculously cryptic I stare at it for almost an hour before realising it says, 'Behind the railway station, ten a.m., Sunday.'

I arrive at nine. Just in case.

He arrives five minutes later. We both burst out laughing. When the giggles subside we look awkwardly at each other, and I feel like a gangly twelve- year-old all over again. What do I SAY?? Looking good Sark! That casual- jeans look does wonders for your complexion?

He grasps my hands in his, and draws me into our first embrace.

Sigh. The warmth of his solid frame seeps through my skin and I think I'm going to faint from sheer joy.

If I hold him any tighter I think his ribs will pop.

'Sydney.' His chin is resting on my shoulder and I sigh against his neck. He smells wonderful. Like warm sunshine and soft silk and gentle rain.

'Sydney, I can't breathe.' Oops.

'Sorry, sorry!' I let go and he's smiling at me, radiant, no trace of subterfuge in his once-cold eyes.

'What do we do now?' I ask softly. He happens to be a wanted criminal, I happen to be working for the CIA, we'll both be in Supremely Big Trouble if anybody find outs.and I wouldn't want it any other way.

He chews lightly on his adorably crooked bottom lip, and I know that he's thinking the same thing too.

'Take it one day at a time,' he says finally. I smile. He kisses me. I melt.

He asks me what I think of spending mornings creeping around railway stations. I giggle and say I'd creep around stranger spots, if it meant being with him.

'I was hoping you'd say that,' he grins, 'because I made us breakfast, at my apartment. Care to join me?'

I nod, and we walk away, hand in hand.

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