Truth?

It had been 4 beautiful months in sunny Miami, Florida. The two were living as Tyler and Reese Vaughn, newlyweds from Topeka, Kansas. They didn't talk to many people, except for a few neighbors and the people that Rory worked with. She was working as a writer in a local tourist publication. It was the only job in which she could be close to her love of writing, yet not put herself in danger.

Tristan was now working at home, as a researcher in the CIA. He was under a new name of course, and now had records that said he was straight out of grad school and was recruited recently into the CIA.

The two of them were falling in love all over again. Both of them had changed a lot in the last years and now they were getting to know each other again. They had been living safely for so long that they forgot at times, what they had been through.

"Rory." He said to her one night. The two were sitting in front of the television, watching a movie and eating popcorn. Rory was snuggled into him and he had his arm around the back of the couch.

"Hmm." She said, not taking her eyes off the movie.

"I love you." He said. She looked up and smiled. "Where did that come from?" She asked laughing slightly. "I don't know. I just felt like saying it." He said, smirking. She kissed him and didn't mind the butter taste on his lips. "I love you too." She paused and smiled again. "You're not just trying to woo me into bed are you Mr. Vaughn?" She joked.

"Actually, that was the plan, Mrs. Vaughn." He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

[Sex scene goes here] :)

***

Tristan watched her sleeping body and wondered how he got so lucky. He finally made up his mind. He walked into the closet reached in the back and pulled out the ring. The two had gotten a cheap ring when they arrived in Miami, to make their story, but this was the original ring. The ring that had been through so much with them. Rory had given it to Tristan for safekeeping and now, it was coming out of hiding.

He held it between his fingers and laid down on the bed facing Rory. He watched her for awhile, until she stirred awake. She opened her eyes, then seeing Tristan, closed them again and smiled. "Good morning." She said quietly.

"Good morning." He answered back. He brought the ring in front of his face, waiting for her to open her eyes again. She did.

It took a while to register. But when it did, Rory's eyes shot open. "Rory Gilmore, Reese Vaughn... will you marry me? For real?" He said, the smile never leaving his face.

She was in shock at first, then her mouth melted into a smile. "Of course." She said, leaning over and kissing him.

But a realization hit her. "Tristan. Aren't we already married?" She asked. "Well, not as Rory Gilmore and Tristan DuGrey." He said smiling again.

Her eyes got wide again. "Are you crazy Tristan? You know we can't do that." She said in a scared voice. He stayed calm and kissed her. "I have it under control Rory. Just give me a week okay?"

"Tristan, what are you going to do?" "Rory, trust me." He kissed her again and Rory wasn't quite so worried anymore.

***

Tristan arrived in Los Angeles and called a cab to the hotel. His informant had called Sloane, posing as a known bio-weapon dealer. Knowing Sloane, he would show up for sure and the plan was perfect.

In his hotel room, he checked his guns, which he had hidden in a secret compartment in his suitcase. He stuck them in his holster and buttoned his jacket. He was ready.

***

Tristan was sitting in sunglasses and reading a newspaper in the corner of the lobby when he saw Sloane walk in. It took all his self-control not to shoot him right then in the lobby. But he didn't want to do it that way. He wanted to see his face when he killed him.

He looked around the lobby and saw many suspicious men watching Sloane, probably back up.

Sloane sat down in the hotel restaurant and Tristan watched from the lobby as a waitress handed him a piece of paper. Sloane looked at the note and stood up slowly. He adjusted something in his shirt, probably taking the safety off his gun. Tristan walked out of the hotel and walked to the back, where Sloane would soon be joining him. He took out one of his guns, attached a silencer and held it in his right hand.

The back door to the restaurant opened and Sloane walked out cautiously. He looked around. "Hello?" He said into the alley. Tristan stayed in the shadows. He put on his best Russian accent. "Are you unarmed?"

"Yes." Sloane answered, looking for the owner of the voice. Lying bastard. Tristan thought to himself.

Tristan pulled the gun up and pointed it at Sloane as he stepped out of the shadows. "Hello." He said in an almost sinister voice. He was going to enjoy this.

"Ah. Mr. DuGrey. Here I was thinking you were a hard man to find and you find me. You can't help but laugh at the irony in that." He said as he chuckled, staying cool.

Tristan wouldn't let his mind games get to him. "Shut up." He said taking a step closer and never taking the gun off of his head. "Put your hands behind your head and get on your fucking knees." He said.

He put his hands behind his head. "Mr. DuGrey, killing me won't accomplish anything. There are others in the organization. They will keep chasing you until you and your girlfriend are dead." He laughed again, as he slowly got to his knees. "Killing me doesn't mean a thing."

Tristan looked the man in the eye. "Tell that to my grandfather, you fucking asshole." With that, he shot Arvin Sloane, perfectly between his eyes. Then he made his way calmly to the front entrance, up the elevator and into his room.

***

Rory has been waiting and worrying for days. Tristan said that the CIA was sending him somewhere for a day or two, but it had been 3. She had wanted to call, but didn't know any numbers where she could reach him. All she could do was wait by the door with the phone in her hand.

Finally, on the fourth day, she heard keys in the door. After the initial surprise and fear, she knew it had to be Tristan. He walked through the door with a tired look on his face. He closed the door, looked up and saw Rory, then smiled.

Rory stood up. "Where have you been?" She asked worriedly as she ran up and hugged him. "You said you'd be gone a day, not 4."

"Sorry, it took a little longer than expected." He said simply, giving her a peck on the cheek. His beard was starting to grown in. It had been a few days and she could tell he hadn't shaved.

"What did?" She asked suspiciously. Just then someone rang the doorbell, and Tristan smiled knowingly.

"Why don't you answer the door? I'm kind of tired." He said, walking over and leaning against the couch.

Rory looked at him suspiciously before walking to the door. When she opened it, Tristan laughed at the expression Rory got on her face. The two women hugged tightly and screamed in delight.

"RORY!" "MOM!" The two women screamed at the same time.

A tall man carrying two very heavy looking suitcases pushed their way through. "Quiet down. I'm going deaf." He said, trying to squeeze his way through the women.

"LUKE!" Rory shouted before letting go of her mother and hugging the man tightly. Lorelai jumped into the hug. "Yay!" She said, jumping around the two. Tristan stood in the living room, being entertained by the exchange.

"YOU!" He heard, as Rory ran to him and hugged him, causing the both of them to fall back onto the couch.

"How? What about..." Rory stopped and looked at Tristan, then at her mother and stepfather.

"They know. I mean, when I got there, Lorelai practically beat me with her shoe, saying I kidnapped you and hid you away. What was I supposed to do?" He said.

"But..." Rory looked worried and confused.

"Don't worry about it Rory. I took care of it." Tristan said, smiling. Rory wanted to ask more questions, but the fact that her mother and stepfather were here, was enough for now. She couldn't help but start crying. It was so much. She hadn't seen her mother in so long. She had given her up, knowing that contacting her would put her in danger.

But what about now? Was she still in danger? What was going on?