"Donovan, we need to speak to you. Now." Alex demanded, storming into the living room.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking from Alex and then to Jake.

"Not here, outside." Alex motioned with her head.

"Alone." Jake growled, "No offense."

"None taken." Ciara replied.

"Let's go," Alex said grabbing Donovan's arm and dragging him outside.

"What's wrong?" Donovan asked again.

"What the hell is going on Donovan?" Alex yelled.

"You couldn't trust us with the truth?" Jake accused.

"When in the hell were you going to tell us she's your wife?" Alex demanded, getting into his face.

"You told us that she was an old friend of the family." Jake accused, "You had no right to withhold that information."

"I told you what you needed to know." Donovan stated.

"What we needed to know was the truth!" Jake hissed, "We trust you with our lives!"

"I kept nothing from you. You both read her file." Donovan replied, turning to go back onto the house.

"Everything except that she could be your wife!" Jake spat, stopping Donovan from leaving.

"A few hours ago you still had doubts about who this woman is." Alex threw at Donovan.

"Is that true?" Ciara asked stepping outside, "You have doubts about who I am? Why?"

"A DNA test gave proof that the body was you," Jake answered.

"Jake!" Donovan yelled.

"Unlike us," Alex spat at Donovan, "she has the right to know what's really going on."

"From what Mrs. O'Shea told us, something more was going on than a simple kidnapping and ransom. They were going to kill Ciara no matter what." Jake replied.

"And until we find out what's going on and who this woman really is, not McMartins, not that creep McGee and not you will take advantage of this woman!" Alex swore walking over to the woman.

"Excuse me!" Ciara shouted, pointing to Jake, "First of all, couldn't you have a little more finesse than to tell a person a body was theirs confirmed by DNA."

"But," Jake stammered.

"And you!" Ciara turned and pointed at Donovan, "How could you tell me that I'm your wife when you're not even sure I am? What the hell is the matter with you people? I'm confused enough, I don't need you three lunatics to add to the confusion."
"Ciara," Donovan started to say.

"No, don't call me that!" she exclaimed, backing away from them.

"And what shall we call you?" Donovan asked.

"Oh, I don't know! Until we find out who I am, call me," she said, thinking of a name, "call me Anne."

"Ciara's file said she worked for the State Department right?" Alex asked

"Yes," Donovan confirmed.

"Foreign Affairs Office?" Alex asked.

"You know a way to find out who I am?" she asked.

"Did they check the body's fingerprints?" Jake asked, understanding what Alex was asking.

"They were unable to use them, that's why DNA was used." Donovan replied.

"Then it's settled, let's go." she said.

"Are you sure?" Donovan asked her, "We'll have to go to Dublin."

"The sooner I find out who I am, the better." she reasoned, "I'll go get my things."

"I'll go explain everything to the O'Shea's." Alex stated heading back to the house, "I meant what I said Donovan, I won't let you use her to find out what's going on."

"What's so amusing?" Jake asked Donovan, who was smiling.

"Anne is Ciara's middle name." he replied.


"Cody, we'll be in Dublin within the hour. Where's the Ambassador?" Donovan asked into his cell phone.

"He went to his office." Cody replied, "I was just about to contact you. Your friend, Tom, called with the information about the DNA test."

"Was he able to find out who ordered it?" Donovan asked.

"He did." Cody confirmed, "Tom said the Ambassador ordered the test and supplied the sample. What's the plan?"

"We're bringing her in to have her prints checked." Donovan replied.

"Her?" Cody asked, "She does have a name doesn't she?"

"I'd rather not discuss that right now." Donovan said into the phone, "Just make sure you have everything ready to take the prints."

"For a minute I thought Alex was going to kick your ass." Jake commented looking in the rearview mirror watching Alex and 'Anne' sleep, "You really pissed her off."

"I did what I thought was right. I won't apologize for that." Donovan stated.
Jake stared out the car window into the darkness. "How can you see?" Jake asked, "I keep expecting to see this ghost carriage flying out at us."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Donovan asked him.

"Darby O'Gill and the Little People. Old Disney, Sean Connery film. Never mind." Jake laughed, "Father Mike used to watch it every Halloween. Scared the crap out of me when I was a kid. You're speeding up, why?"

"We're being followed." Donovan growled speeding the car a little faster.

Jake turned in the seat to look out the back window. "I don't see anything," he said pulling his gun out.

Suddenly bright lights filled the car and the car jerked forward.

"What the hell was that?" Alex asked sitting up in the seat as the car jerked forward again. She could see Donovan was having a hard time keeping control of the car. Alex looked out the window and barley saw the outline of a car pulling up next to them. "Watch out!" she yelled as the other car collided with the back bumper.

"Hold on!" Donovan yelled as the car drove over the embankment.