Wednesday 8:35 p.m.

1473 E. 35 Rd. Apt. 13

Georgetown, Virginia




Dinner was going far better than Bria had planned. Of course Krycek had made himself scare so Bria and her dinner date could eat in peace. A forensics investigator for the Bureau, Ken Grassman knew a lot about Bria's current assignment. Over plates of pasta, they discussed a mysterious lack of evidence and of witnesses.

"So, who do you believe committed the murder?" Ken asked, folding his napkin onto the table.

"This may sound ridiculous but, I believe that his maid murdered him."

"His maid?" Grassman shook his head, "You had might as well say that, 'the butler did it."

Bria laughed slightly, "I... I know how it sounds but, she has the right motive."

"There are others though, and the evidence isn't conclusive. You don't," his cell phone rang suddenly.

After excusing himself from the table, Ken took the call in Bria's hallway.

"Yes?"




Alex Krycek had eaten dinner in his room, giving Bria and Ken their private time. He was currently working on a formal letter of resignation, to be delivered to the Syndicate.

It was over, over for good.

"Yes... yes sir he's not here."

Alex heard a voice outside in the hallway. Putting down his pen, Krycek stood next to his door, eavesdropping.

"Yes, it appears that he's living here. No, no I think you're right. Yes sir, I'll see to that immediately. She's throwing a dinner party next week, I'll make it look like an accident. All of the secrets will die with him, rest assured."

Alex could not believe his ears, Bria's boyfriend was plotting to murder him...




"I'm sorry it took so long, my boss called from work." Ken sat back down at the table.

Bria smiled, "What did he want?"

"Nothing much really, he wanted me to file a report first thing in the morning."

At that moment, Alex Krycek appeared in the doorway.

"Alex, I though you left?" Bria asked, turning her attention to her roomate.

"Yeah well, I just remembered something. Can I have a moment of your time, alone?"

Bria nodded, "Excuse me."

She stood and followed Krycek into her room on the opposite end of the apartment.

"Alex, what is this about?" she asked as he closed the door behind her.

"Who is that guy?!"

"A forensics agent from New York, but I told you that already."

He seemed panic stricken, Bria couldn't tell what was wrong.

"No, who is he really?"

"What do you mean?"

Alex sighed, "I was writing my letter of resignation when I heard someone outside my door. Your boyfriend in there," he gestured toward the kitchen, "was on the phone planning a murder, my murder!"

The women stared at him in disbelief, "What are you saying? Ken's an agent, Alex. He's not a... a murderer!"

"Shhh! Keep your voice down. Even if he isn't you wouldn't want him to hear such a conversation, would you?"

Bria was silent for a moment, "But Alex, he..."

"Look Bria, I know what I heard and if you can just listen to me then you'll know that I'm right."

"Even if he is, what do I do? Say I'm not feeling well and lie?" she couldn't believe what Krycek was saying.

"Just... yes, that would work. Tell him that and say he'd better go."

The women laughed, "This is crazy! He's my boyfriend!"

"Would you rather I shoot him?"

They locked gazes, "You wouldn't."

"Try me." his tone was frightening, a madness behind his eyes.

After much deliberation, Bria consented and went about telling her lie.