"I came as soon as I heard!" Natalie greeted them as she bounded into the apartment.

"Which was before or after you woke up?" Dylan asked with a yawn. She'd stayed up all night to watch Seamus, and she was a little bitter.

"Dylan, just cause you never get any sleep doesn't mean I shouldn't either. Anywho, where's the note? "Dylan motioned for Natalie to come over towards the couch, then pointed at the note that was resting on the coffee table.

Natalie read wide eyed, wrinkling her eyebrow in the process. "Who do you think sent the note?"

"Well," Dylan sat up, she'd been thinking about this all night. "As I see it, it's either two people. Anthony or Madison." Natalie nodded in agreement.

"Yeah! Madison would come after him because he didn't exactly fulfill his duties. And he did stab Anthony."

"If it was Madison, she'd be after us too. But Anthony would just kill Seamus."

Natalie heaved a sigh. "Dylan, just because he kissed you, doesn't mean he wouldn't still kill you."

Dylan stared at her red sneakers, a little offended. But, he was an assassin. And she wasn't sure he was actually on their side.

But that kiss was electrifying! She felt like she'd made a connection with Anthony unlike any other guy... except Seamus.

"Ok, then one of the ways we can find out who it is, is by..."

"Finger prints."

"Or hand writing. Lets get down to the lab..." The two angels started to get up, but then they noticed a confused Seamus in the doorway.

"What did I do Dylan? Why do these people want to kill me?" Dylan glanced at Natalie, he was giving her the, "you haven't told him yet?" kind of look.

"Seamus, I can't tell you now, but we have to get to the lab right now. And we need you to come with us. I promise I'll tell you more about your past..."

"And why you broke our wedding engagement?" Dylan cringed in fear. She'd never told anyone that information, not even the angels.

"Dylan, you..." Natalie started to ask.

"Never mind that. Lets just get going!"
Anthony rested his recently shined shoes on the cheap hotel desk as he stared into space. He was thinking, just thinking. About Seamus, about the money, and about Dylan.

What did the kiss mean?

Was it really sincere? Or was it just something he had to get out of his system before he plunged to his almost-death.

The real question was, did Dylan enjoy it? Or was she so frightened that she just let him kiss her?

He shook his head as he stood up. Even if Dylan felt the same way, nothing could happen until Seamus was dead.

Anthony looked at his watch, 7:30. He might as well go out for breakfast. Even an assassin needs breakfast too...
"Dylan, spill your guts. What about this wedding engagement thing?" Natalie was driving Dylan and Seamus to the agencies lab, and she was slightly pissed at her friend.

"Ok, I'll tell you everything. Along time ago, me and Seamus...."

All of a sudden the cars engine started smoking, and making some peculiar noises.

"Oh, crap! Not again..." Natalie pulled the car over to the side of the rode and got out.

"Didn't you pay that guy $500 to fix that thing?" Natalie nodded with a groan.

"Hey Dylan," Seamus patted her on the back from the back seat. "Can we get something to eat?"

Dylan's eyes followed Seamus' finger to the "Denny's" 10 feet away. She looked at Natalie, she shrugged.

"We might as well..."
"Um, I'd like the 2 eggs , 2 bacon, 2 pancakes special, and a coffee." Anthony handed his menu to the waiter in front of him, with a slightly friendly smile.

"Good choice. We'll be out with your order in a moment." He nodded his head as she walked away.

He heard the front doors bell ring, letting everyone know someone had arrive. He could hear voices, very familiar voices. "Dylan Anne Sanders, get you butt back here and help me with this wheel chair!"

Anthony froze in fear. The angels, and Seamus had arrived? This was going to be pretty hard getting outta here, not being seen.

He watched from his corner booth as the two angels and Seamus made their way to the middle of the room. They didn't seem to notice him at all. I guess that was a good thing.

"Ok, I'll spill. About 8 and 1/2 years ago, Seamus and I met at our high school. We started dating everything was almost perfect. Now Seamus, you were part of the Irish mob. And I knew that when we were dating, I didn't really think it would affect our relationship the way it did. So he asked me to marry him one night, and I excepted. But that night, we drove down a dark alley and Seamus shot some guy. Seamus, you threatened to kill me if I told anyone, and I did. And you were sent to prison."

Seamus had a horrified look on his face. It gave Anthony pleasure. Now Anthony knew the story.

"Why would I kill someone?" Seamus asked saucer eyed.

"Well, you were in the mob, that's one good reason. But I'll finish the story. So, about 2 weeks ago, you were let out of prison by a fellow angel, Madison Lee. She wanted help killing us, the angels, so she asked help from you. You, of course, excepted her offer cause you wanted revenge on me. So, one of the nights you tried to kill me, you stabbed Anthony. He was, um, somebody who was helping us with the case. Then, in self defense, I pushed you off of a building. That night after this had all happened, the doctor called me and told me that you were alive. So, that's about it."

Seamus sat in silence. So did everyone else, including Anthony.

"Sir, here's your meal..." Anthony snapped back to reality as the waitress handed him his meal. "Thanks." He replied as she walked away.

Dylan slowly turned around in her seat, and stared wide eyed at Anthony. He met her eyes, and slightly smiled.

Dylan, still surprised to see him, "Nat, I'll be right back. I gotta go to the, um, bathroom."

Dylan slowly got up, and started walking towards him. He sat still, afraid of her reaction.

It seemed like eternity until she reached his table. It was almost like she was holding back, like part of her knew not to approach him, but the other half longed to.

"Anthony?" She almost whispered. He stood up, his eyes piercing hers. "Dylan?"

He didn't wait another moment, he grabbed her hand and started running out of the restaurant. He was surprised that she had let him.

He dragged her behind the building, in hope that they'd be alone, so that they could talk.

"Anthony, you can speak? I thought you were..."

"Mute? I never talked, I'm not sure why, though..."

"Did you leave that post-it on my window?" Dylan cut right to the point.

"Yes."

"Is it because he stabbed you?"

"No."

"Why then?"

"The Irish mob hired me to get him. Not to kill him, though I'd like to."

"Anthony, he has amnesia! He helpless! Why did they need him anyway?" Anthony cleared his throat, afraid to tell her the truth. If she knew that they wanted him to kill her boss, what would she do? What would she say?

"That's confidential."

"I don't care! Tell me!"

"Ok, they want to kill Charles Townsend. But I wasn't gonna let them. I was gonna kill Seamus myself..."

"Oh my God! I knew I couldn't trust you! My friends told me, but did I listen? No! I knew that stupid kiss meant nothing! But I wouldn't let myself believe it!"

"No, Dylan, no! It did mean something, it meant everything to me!"

"Well, obviously I mean nothing to you at all, or else you wouldn't kill someone who I care about."

There was silence.

"Seamus? You care about Seamus?" Anthony asked almost heart broken. Dylan stared at her boots. Actually, they were Alex's...

"Yes. Yes, I do."