Title: Two Years

by: dru (Crimson Snow, kasha1)

disclaimer: all owned by J.J. abc, bad robot and etc. I own nothing.

summary: sequel to Are You Insane? begins when their daughter, Lindsey, is 20.

rating: pg-13, just to be sure.

'ships: S/Sa and maybe some others later.

A/N: this a WIP. and this might take a while to finish. A BIG THANKS TO LightTraveller for checking my fic over for grammar and spelling errors.

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*What the hell are my parents doing here?* Lindsey thought, as she was walking against the crowd that was gathering around the bottom of the stairs, as they heard a woman scream from the second floor.

Lindsey Holt was wearing a dark-purple corset, a satin-skirt of the same color, dark-purple gloves, tight, black, leather pants under her skirt and a short, black wig.

As she was almost to the door, the woman that had been screaming came downstairs in a white, bloodied, dress. The dress had been beautiful when Lindsey talked to her and her husband earlier that night. Actually, that had been just 10 minutes before she killed her husband by using the knife that had been strapped on her left foot under her skirt. She didn't like to use guns, she was more of a hands on kinda woman, but if she really had to she'd use a gun.

She was weaving her way through the crowd, trying to avoid her parents and get to the front door when she bumps into someone.

"Excuse me." She told the person, with an thick French accent but when she looked up she saw...her father.

He looks at her curiously. Lindsey notices her mother in front of him.

*s***!!!! I haven't seen them since I started school. Like two years ago. Gotta get away.* She thinks, as she hurries away from them and finally gets to the front door.

It's not until she's out the front door that she discovers that there was blood in the palm of her glove.

Probably after the knife, that she left behind for some reason. Well, she couldn't go back and get it now.

Thank god for the gloves.

She takes off her gloves and skirt when she feels someone come up behind her. She stops but doesn't turn around.

"Lindsey? Is that you?" Her mother's voice rang out into the night, towards her.

Lindsey knew it was a stupid move but she turned around, there they were; her parents. Audrey and Simon.

Dullest people you'd ever meet. Her mother had a worried look on her face and well, her father was a little harder to read. Always had been.

"What?" She asks, trying to be as casual as ever. Like she was supposed to be here, in Milan, and not in Boston. Studying for exams and classes. But as soon as Mikhail had recruited her, she quit school. She never really felt like she fitted in there, she felt like something was missing and this was it.

She loved the whole thing; the danger, the kill, the escape. She was born for this, she knew it.

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TBC....

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