He was holding her. He had wanted to do this ever since he saw the disappointment on her face when he told her that they couldn't be together. What was he expecting? He knew that April was not experienced in relationships and he did not want to be her first heartbreak.

Eventually, he would hurt her. It had happened too many times before. That was something he did not want to do. He did not want to hurt her.

His hand ran through her hair and tried calming her, "April, it's going to be alright. Just cry."

He felt her move in closer. Softly, he kissed her forehead. Reassuring her, felt right. This whole thing felt right. He should be comforting her.

After a few moments April whispered, "Julian what are you doing here?"

"I came for you."

April looked up at him through tears, "Really?"

Chuckling softly he said, "Yes, is that so hard to believe?"

The corner of her mouth went up, the woman in his arms was smiling. "Just a little."

"Well, I could not very well have given up so easily. I couldn't stand it that you were gone. I had to see you again."

"Are you going to stay this time? Or just disappear again and make me stay here with the CIA?"

"You're not staying here with the CIA, I can tell you that much. Well I can't stay here, but I do plan on staying with you."

What was he saying to her? Was he saying that he wanted to be with her? "What are you saying?" she asked. April brought her head up and looked straight into his eyes.

Her eyes, they were so beautiful. As much of a romantic it would make Julian Sark sound, he could look into her eyes for the rest of eternity. "I want to be with you."

"Wow, I never thought that would come out of your mouth. I mean I wanted it to. But I never thought it would. Okay April deep breath," she told herself aloud. She was rambling. "Okay, but how can we do that? I'm under CIA custody and you are a fugitive in practically every country in the world. What would the CIA do if they found out that I willing went with you? What would my parents do? Oh god, I don't even want to think about what Sydney would do. She hates you."

"Don't I know that," Sark replied huffily.

April gave him a quizzical look. "Why does she hate you?"

"We just have a long history. Mostly consisting of fighting, physically, and banter that means nothing. I think the biggest thing is that she's jealous because Irina has never lied to me and that is all their mother-daughter relationship consists of."

"Wow."

"Exactly." Julian was telling the truth. Maybe Irina never told him everything, but he knew a lot more about her then Sydney did and that the underlying tension between the two of them came from Irina Derevko.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, April raised her upper body off Julian. "What are we going to do? Where are we going to go? -"

He placed his index finger over her mouth to silence her, "First I have a good amount of money in offshore accounts. Second I have a property in France that no one knows about, not even Irina."

"So…we'll be safe."

"Yes."

"Good." April needed his assurance. He gave it to her. She told herself that if he thought they were going to be all right then they would be.

"Now for getting you out of the grasp of the CIA," Sark took in his surroundings, trying to figure out the best possible way. They could walk through the front door. He did that to get in there, but Vaughn and Weiss were not looking, which was completely stupid on their part, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be so lucky the second time around. There were the two windows up, twelve feet off the ground. That wasn't a possibility since it was too high off the ground and the windows were small. He could pretend that he was kidnapping her again, but do it in front of Vaughn and Weiss. That one might have a few more side effects.

Right now that might be the only thing they had going for them. Granted it might bring more charges against him, but now the numbers were so high he figured that a few more years would not make that much more of a difference.

"April you are going to have to cooperate with me."

"Julian I don't like the sound of that," she said warily. He had that tone in his voice that made his plan sound dangerous.

"It's not that bad, but it might have us reverberate our relationship back to what we started as."

"Dance partners?" April furrowed her eyebrows.

Julian tilted his head and let out a light laugh, "Okay, maybe post dance partners."

"Ah, kidnapper-captive relationship. Now that makes more sense. I was wondering where you were going with the whole dance partners thing."

He smiled at her innocent approach to life. "Well, the only way that we are going to get out of here is if it looks like I took you by force." He noted April tense up, but he consoled her, "It's only way for us to get out of here with them not hurting either of us. If I have a gun to your back they won't shoot me."

April turned her face away from him and turned her body so that her back was against the wall. "I don't like it."

"You don't have to like it, but it's the only way." Sark rubbed her shoulder.

She shook her head to the side, reasoning and then giving in, "Fine. I'll do it, but I won't like it."

"Sweetheart, that makes it all the more believable." He kissed the top of her forehead.

He stood up and brushed his black pants and his long-sleeved black shirt off. Dirt seemed to have accumulated in ten minutes. After Sark finished, he held out his hand for April to get up off the ground.

"Thank you," she replied softly.

"Your welcome." Sark and April exchanged a meaningful glance. They both just wanted to look at each other.

April took in Julian's whole appearance. Obviously he was wearing designer clothes. They were all black, she noticed. No one else she knew could wear it so well. He had a tired look about him. Of course he always had the façade of the world-hopping residential bad boy that never slept, but today he looked tired.

He was staring at her too. Sark realized how different they were just in their appearance. She in her jogging suit and him in his designer duds, they definitely did not have the same style. He looked even further. Noticing her brown hair and brown eyes, they contrasted to his blond hair and blue eyes. They were different. But he thought that might just be a good thing.

"Ready."

She gave a weak smile, "Ready as I'll ever be."

"Good."

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They had done it. They had escaped CIA custody without a scratch. There were a few words exchanged, but they made it to the private jet that took Julian and April to France. For now, they were safe. Sitting in the chateau that they now both called home.