I am so sorry for taking so long to update this story. Had major writer's block on this one and with the new job, time is kinda hard to find. It's not easy writing about a country I've never been to, but hopefully someday I will. Last time we checked in Cody and the gang were trying to find away to play hooky when Tom, Donovan's pal from the CIA walked in with some disturbing news. Donovan lost it when Tom gave him the news, hence the crew hops on a plane and heads to Ireland. They meet with the Ambassador and his informant. After getting the info they head of towards the town of Bray. At the hotel, a maid sneaks into Donovan's room and confirms they are looking for a woman. Alex, Donovan and Jake are taken to the house where the woman has been hiding out for the past year. Donovan sees her and is convinced she's he's dead wife, Ciara. Jake and Alex blow up at Donovan for not telling them the whole story. On the way back to Dublin their car is ran off the road where Donovan has hit his head. Ciara tries to clean the owie and says something that shocks Donovan. He leans her back onto the bed to help her remember more as Jake and a ticked off Alex are listening from the outside.

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"Alex, what are you doing?" Jake asked watching Alex storm towards the bedroom door.

"I warned him," Alex hissed grabbing the door knob, "let the woman find out who she is. Don't take advantage of her. Would he listen? No!"

"At least knock first, I don't want to be traumatized." Jake replied, shielding his eyes.

"Oh my god!" Ciara moaned, "If I'm your wife, how could I forget about this?"

"More?" Donovan asked."

"Yes!" Ciara moaned, "Harder! Oh my!"

"Oh, I am so going to kill him!" Alex seethed, hearing Ciara moan.

"Alex," Jake whispered, trying to grab her arm, "wait!"

Alex raised her leg and kicked the door in. "Donovan we have something to talk about!" Alex stormed in. She stopped in the doorway when she saw Ciara lying back on the bed, eyes closed. Donovan was sitting on the edge of the bed, massaging Ciara's feet that were in his lap.

"Please don't be naked," Jake muttered, running into Alex's body.

"What's the matter?" Donovan asked, moving Ciara's feet.

"Uh, we," Alex stuttered, embarrassed for thinking the worst, "we found your wallet still in the car."

"Yea," Jake quickly added, mentally saying a prayer, thankful he wasn't scarred for life, "Cody and Monica should be here any minute. How's the head feeling? You were out for quite some time."

"How long was I out?" Donovan inquired.

"Two hours." Jake replied, "It wasn't easy carrying you here."

"They wouldn't let me help," Ciara pouted.

"And they were right not too," Donovan added, "You don't need any added stress."


"I lost my memory," Ciara growled, "not pregnant!"

Jake and Alex looked at each other then to Donovan. "Well?" Alex asked, realizing they really don't know that much about Donovan.

"Do I," Ciara stammered, "do we have children?"

"Calvary's here!" Cody sang, walking into the house.

"And we brought friends." Monica chipped in.

"Agent Donovan, I'm Agent Sutherland, DSS." the man explained.

"Who requested Diplomatic Security?" Jake asked.

"We're here to escort you back to Dublin on orders from the Irish Ambassador." he replied, showing Donovan his credentials, "Until her identity is otherwise confirmed as not being Ciara Fitzgerald, she is still considered an American diplomat."

"Good." Donovan smiled, satisfied. "The faster we get back to Dublin the better."

"Does it matter what car we go in?" Cody asked.

"I'm with Donovan." Alex replied.

"Me too!" Jake added.

"Oh come on!" Cody complained, "I'm getting better at driving here."

"You let him drive?" Donovan asked Monica.

"It's better than listening to him act like a backseat driver." she muttered, climbing into the van.

Donovan shook his head and headed for the other van. He muttered something to Jake about being able to get in the van without help. He motioned for Alex to move away from Ciara. Alex glared at him as she moved next to Jake and Ciara couldn't help but smile.

Donovan watched as her smile left and saw the seriousness on her face. "Do we have children?" she asked again.

"We'll talk more when we get back to Dublin." Donovan carefully replied, patting her hand. "After we take your fingerprints, you can ask all the questions you want."