Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is all property of The Agency,Wolfgang Petersen, Shaun Cassidy, Gail Katz, Radiant Productions and Universal Television. None of the characters, with the exception of Liz, are mine. I don't make any profit from them, or this story. Author's Note: I will be posting once I week, unless I get no reviews, and then I won't post. I feel like yelling is any one out there???????

Terri found her in the next room busily working on the computer. " Are you all right, you left pretty quickly?" "It just shocked me to see him here. I mean I haven't spoken to him for over six months" There was a slight pause in conversation before Liz looked up from the computer, meeting Terri's eyes. " What is there between you and Stiles?" Liz questioned her gaze steady. Terri stopped for a second and tried to think of some comment to dismiss Liz's thoughts. But then she decided to answer truthfully. Something told her she should trust this feisty girl. " I don't know really. We have sort of been seeing each other, but we've made no real definitions for what is going on between the two of us." " He's like that. He doesn't like definitions. They scare him. You probably also noticed that he likes to stay bottled up and hide behind his cool exterior. It's nearly impossible to tell what is going on inside his head." " Yes! I never know what he is thinking or feeling." " Truth is he doesn't either. We moved around so much as kids, we never stayed in one place for more than a year. He responded by stopping himself from getting close to anyone. That way he couldn't get hurt." " What was your response to it?" " Quite different. I tried to make friends everywhere we went. But finally all the moving became too much for me too. When I was 9, we were living in Switzerland, and my dad got reassigned to Italy. It had been a really rocky time for my parents. So my dad moved to Italy, my mom and my brother moved to Ireland and I stayed in Switzerland. I think that that was the final blow for Stiles, losing me. I used to think that maybe I should have gone with them to Ireland, but I couldn't pick one parent over the other. And neither of them offered the stability I craved. My dad was being transferred all the time, and my mom wasn't the model of a stable, loving mother. And besides, it wasn't the first time they had separated. Every other time my mother had had enough, and we moved back to Ireland, we end up back with my dad within six months. I couldn't do I needed to have roots, to know where home was. I couldn't take the constant moving, the uncertainty of where we'd be next, so I choose boarding school over him. That really hurt him." " And this fear of uncertainty made you join the CIA?" " I guess it's sort of ironic. But it seemed like the right career choice. I mean I love traveling, I studied International Relations at Yale, and I speak nine languages. I think it also was the challenge. I love challenges. At boarding school, it was suppose to be impossible to sneak out. But, my best friend and I did just that every night just to prove we could, and in seven years we weren't caught once Looking back, I guess I was always intended to be a spy." " I wanted to go to boarding school when I was little. I can't believe you speak nine languages. That's pretty impressive." " Yeah, well, every time we moved I would try to pick up the language, so pretty soon it become a passion of mine. It gets crazy though. Sometimes I dream in three or four different languages. Enough about me, why did you join the CIA?" " I was approached by the CIA, because I had owned this graphic design business with my first husband. So I've worked in the Office of Technical Services for about a year and a half, then this year I've been working more in the field. I guess the excitement was too much of a draw for me." " And what happened to the first husband?' " After his second affair I dumped him. I saw what a jerk he was when he kept stalling the divorce, and even hired a private eye to watch me." " We all love, and learn, and then get revenge,' " You've had personal experience." " First boyfriend in college. Walk in to find him sleeping with my roommate. He actually tried to tell me it wasn't what I thought it was. Then he told me he didn't think we were at the monogamous stage. And we had been dating for 8 months! But then I let it slip to his Lacrosse buddies that he cried during Beauty and the Beast and he slept with a teddy bear. That hurt his tough guy rep." Both the women shared a knowing smile, and a new friendship was formed.

The sun was almost ready to set, when Liz stood up from her computer and stretched. She looked like a cat, Terri observed. Her long thin fingers stretched towards the sky, her eyes closed and her back formed a delicate arch. She let out a little sigh, then making the excuse of getting coffee, she left room. It was beautiful outside the birds were signing, the wind had turned into a light breeze, and the sun threw shadows over the place giving it a peaceful feel. He found her sitting outside on a bench. He quietly sat down next to her, and they both sat there staring ahead at the tropical flowers " Quite a show back there in front of everyone." " Thank you. I've been practicing." She said proudly, then paused for a second before continuing, " What's going on between you and Agent Lowell." " What's makes you think that's your business." " I'm your sister." "And we haven't seen each other for two years." " Even more reason why I should be brought up to speed" He sighed, knowing he had lost, and looked down at his hands, " I don't know what's is going on, to be honest." " You, honest? I don't believe it for a second. If you don't know what is going on, then who does? This is so like you! You can't play with people, AB. If you have any feelings for her you owe her an explanation." " An explanation of what exactly?" " I don't know. Only you know that. At least you should know or figure it out fast. You have always been so stupid when it comes to the opposite sex. Hey, what ever happened to that girl you slept with the last time you were here?" " Dacia?" "Yea, Dacia. What ever happened to the women who stole my brother's heart? At least for a day or two." She said in a bitingly sarcastic tone. " She's here still. I found her living in Hopetown. With a son. A son who's almost five." "You left here a little over five years ago. I get it now, so that's why Terri looked so upset. Lover's former lover shows up with child five years later. Sounds like a great soap opera plot." "Except it's not," He stopped for a second to compose himself, "I have to find out if that child is mine. I have to do what is right." " Yea you do. Do you remember when we were little, and mom and dad would fight?" He looked at her confused, " Where'd that come from? I thought we were talking about how I've screwed up my life." "We are. Stop being impossible and self centered. Answer the darn question." " Yes... I remember" "I remember they would always send us away when ever they started to fight and we'd go upstairs and listen. We were always so scared. We never even knew what they were fighting about. I just remember them yelling, and us crying. The fights were probably about nothing. But we didn't know that. We were never told what was going on, because they didn't think it involved us. They didn't think we needed to know. And maybe we didn't need to know, but we wanted to know. And we needed to feel safe and we didn't when we didn't understand what was going on. We needed information. Information is power, and without information we are helpless." " Okay, now I understand. And you're right. I should confide in you more. I owe it to you." " You owe me nothing. Besides, what made you think I cared?" She teased, and for the first time in their conversation she looked towards him, " It is Terri that deserves to know. She needs to know whatever you are plotting in that dense skull of yours. You owe it to her" He looked up at her, then gravely nodded. She patted him on the shoulder, then rose and walked away, satisfied that she had accomplished her mission.