A/N: Ok, So I had this chapter up before, but then I took it off because of a very inspiring reveiw! Thanks to the one who sent that, as I rewrote the chapter. Well, actully, I just typed up a little bit extra. Enjoy the story and review!

The next thing I knew, we were pulling up to the long, winding driveway to the office of the KGB.

The KGB. The orginazation I was trying to destroy, but yet, in a wierd twisted way, almost liked working for.

I glanced over to Vaughn, our eyes met, slowly.

I wasnt quite sure what to think about this whole thing. In truth, Vaughns dad scares me.

Arvin Sloane. The man trying to put an end to the world, a crimal mastermind.

But I suppose, I myself , while working for this agency is no better. Neither is Vaughn.

How Vaughn ended up being the son of Arvin Sloane, I have no idea. In truth, Vaughn hates his dad, he just likes the money he gets from him.

I suppose you could say Vaughn is only a little bit better than his father. Michael Vaughn kills in cold blood.

So does Hanna Kasavinci. I hated being her, for once, I just wish that I could be Syd around Vaughn. Just once.

Before long, I was quickly shaken from my thoughts as two large men pulled me out of the car.

I rolled my eyes, "Here we go again." I couldn't help but think. Its not the first time I've come back to the KGB after a while gone.

Basicly, they knew I was a slight bit of a freelancer, and that I did numerous jobs as an assasin from time to time, but I'd never been gone for more than a month.

Sloane trusted me before, but I dont think that he still does. I shot a look behind me at Vaughn, who was talking- no more like yelling- at one of the lower members of the agency.

I managed to catch his eye & mouth "Whatever, I dont blame him."

Vaughn, as ruthless as he was in the field, had a slight blindside when it came to me, and he always overlooked the possibily of me being a double agent.

It always worked out the best for me though, him never second guessing me. Atleast I dont think he ever does.

I was dragged into the office through a ground level door, and lead down a steep set of stairs, towards the interragation room.

"You know, I'm going anywhere, you could losen the dealth grip on my arms." I said out of pure boredom.

"Or you could shut up!" One of the goons exclaimed, increasing the grip on my arm.

"Now, now. Are you postive thats the smartest thing you could do. Telling your boss to shut up?" I retorted, enjoying the game.

"Boss, hell no, honey. You've been replaced by now, wouldnt you think. You died. 11 months ago." The second man added.

"Maybe so, but, whatever little salary you get paided to drag people back and forth isnt anything compared to what I will get when I'm done here." I said coyly.

The guards exchanged a look, and suddenly a large elbow was flying straight into my face.

Everything was fuzzy, and my head was spinning. I didn't reconize my surroundings, everything was a grey color.

Slowly, my head started to adjust, despite the throbbing pain on the left side of my head.

Then the events of the last 24 hours came flooding back, attempting to throw my brain off of balance.

I was home again. Just in a weird way. I noticed a large mirror on one end of the wall, and plenty of needles and such to go around.

Then a man I wished I would never see again walked into the room.

"Hello, Hanna."

It was Arvin Sloane.

"Sloane. How are you?" I said, looking anywhere but directly at him.

"Well, I thought I was doing fine, but then you showed up agian."

"What a similairity."

"Now, do you care to tell me where you've been?"

"I belive it is commom knowlage to the entire intelligence world that I have been in CIA custody."

"Its very commom knowlage, however, you have been spotted more than once on jobs."

"Yeah. I also belive its common knowlage that I have many things to share with you regarding the protocalls and other valuable information of the running of the CIA, MI-5 & CSIS. Your welcome."

The tests went on for hours. I just sat there, awnsering question after question of information on Hanna Kasavinci, and my past 11 months.

Then came the blood work. More hours on hours of questions.

I could honestly say it felt like it would never end. Then, after a needle was injected into me, I slowly felt myself drifting towards sleep.

When I regained consiousness, I knew I was moving, and no longer in the chair I had fell asleep in.

Every bone and muscle in my body screamed in protest of moving to see where I was.

Then, the events of the past few hours came flooding back to me, causing my heart to beat quicker.

My eyes flew open, and I looked around, expecting to see myself in some sort of holding van or other KGB vehicle.

But, instead of some goon driving, it was Vaughn, and this was anything but a holding van.

"Hey you. Finally decided to wake up?" He asked in a light voice, glancing over towards me.

"Where the hell are we?" I demanded, shifting un easily in my seat, not sure what they had found out after the needles had been injected into me.

"We are going home." Vaughn awnsered, looking me in the eye.

"What? Home? How did you manage to even get me away from them?" A thousand and one questions ran through my head, and I looked out to the dark night sky in front of me.

"I, Michael Vaughn am taking you home. Home as in the house that I live in, and the house you used to call home. To awnser the question about how I got you, I'm second in charge, and Sloane doesnt care. You checked out clean, your free to go."

My jaw dropped open, but I quickly snapped it up. In my mind, I repeated the words he had just said in my mind, analizing each one.

The first thing I noticed, was despite the fact that his he was supposed to have taken the Sloane name when his mother married Arvin after his fathers death when he was 8, he still used the name of his father. And I dont blame him.

The next thing I noticed was the last few words he said. Free to go. I had passed the checks and I was once agian part of the KGB world.

And Vaughn was still the same Michael I'd learned to love so many months ago.

"Well Hanna, welcome back home." Vaughn spoke softly, putting the truck in park, and stepping out of the door, hurring around to open my door.

"Aww... you didnt have to," I laughed, shaking my head. "Despite the fact that I havent moved my legs in atleast 6 hours, I'm perfectly capable of opening the door myself."

"Yeah, sure you are. But, better to be safe then sorry. Stepping out of trucks is very similar to stairs going up or down stairs!" Vaughn laughed, a huge grin on his face, joking about the fact that I will trip over any stair case set out for me, despite my desperate daily running up them.

"Shut up!" I yelled with a smile on my face, marching to the spanish staircase leading up to the front entrance of the house.

I walked up the stairs without failure, stopping at the top, staring down at Vaughn, who was now leaning lazily against the truck, shaking his head.

"Fine, you proved me wrong." He exclaimed, starting towards me.

I walked along the edge of the stairs, heading towards the stone wall that bordered the front porch. Then I tripped over nothing, and fell down a few stairs before Vaughn put his hand around my waist, catching me, laughing so hard I thought he might stop breathing.

"Its not that funny! I just have a problem with stairs. They dont like me, all of the stairs in the world have decided I've killed way to many people on them, so they've joined together to stop me from going near them!" I laughed too, though.

My joke caused Vaughn to laugh even harder, and he had to sit down. Vaughn slowly let go of my body, being very careful not to push me back down the stairs.

I sat down beside him, and studdied his features. I'd missed his green eyes and easy going nature so much over the past 11 months.

Looking over the property, it sunk in, that I was home.

When I looked back up at Vaughn, he was watching me, a hint of a laugh still in his face.

I smiled, shaking my head. "Atleast I made it up the stairs without falling."

"Atleast you managed that, I'll give you that much credit."

"Thanks for that." Our eyes met, both of us unsure what to do. The kiss at the airport was more of a I'm so damn glad to see you agian kiss, but the greeting was over now.

Hell, I didnt even know if he had a girlfriend again, I was supposed to be dead, a body was even planted, so he most likely had moved on.

But I decided to throw caution to the wind, and I kiss him tentivly.

"What was that for?" Vaughn asked softly a few moments later, a grin tugging on the corners of his lips.

I'm competly in love with him again, and its only been a few hours.

"I'm not sure," I answered with a smile, "And anyways, aren't I allowed to kiss you for no reason at all?" I joked.

"I should think so." Vaughn answered, sounding very playful.

Vaughn stood up, and offered me his hand.

"Dont fall." He warned, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

I laughed and allowed him to pull me up, and we walked towards the door.

He pushed open the door for me. Smiling, I walked through the door.

I loved this place so much. Kicking off my shoes I ran my fingers over the wood table.

"No dust, I am incredibly impressed with you Michael Vaughn." I joked, rubbing my fingers together, half expecting to feel a large ball of dust.

"Ok, so you know I am anti-cleaning, but seriously I had to do something after you woke me up this morning." He tried to look hurt.

"You must have had quite the adrenaline rush this morning for this to happen." I laughed, walking across the large foyer to the kitchen.

Vaughn followed close on my heels. Behind me, he dropped his keys on a counter. Pulling open the fridge, I shook my head.

"You still had to have one fault in your whole plan, you see." I pulled out a mouldy milk container, smirking.

"What? It was fine yesterday." Vaughn said, pulling it from my hands.

"Yup, that's why it's like turned solid already." I exclaimed, pulling it back from him. "And that's why the date is from over 3 weeks ago." I couldn't help but shake my head.

"Not possible. I mean, I don't have food poisoning." He groaned, thinking of the many times he'd had that in the past.

"That's probably due to the wonderful conditioning that your father loves to put his field agents through."
I explained, thinking of the days of going with out food, then eating rotten food, raw food, completely disgusting so that we would look like we fit in the culture during missions.

"You may have a point there." Vaughn said, and then walked across the kitchen to the living room, plopping down on the couch.

I just shook my head, I mean how dumb can a top KGB officer be, drinking milk that's over 3 weeks past its best before date.

Quickly, I disposed of the milk, then trying my best to find something that couldn't have gone rotten; I poured myself a glass of water, from the tap. As I did, I just wished that something didnt die in the pipes.

I walked over to Vaughn, who was watching a hockey game.

"Something familiar." I joked

"What a hockey game?"

"What else. Work & Hockey, that's all you've done for the past eleven months." I joked, a smile flittering on my face.

"That and plotting revenge, but other than that, you've got it in one." Vaughn said, turning his head to smile at me

I laughed. "If something's bothering you, you don't sit still and watch hockey my friend."

"Ok, I was incredibly drunk, but whatever."

"Ha! My point exactly." It did bother me, but only a little. I knew he drunk alot when he was on the stressed side, but atleast he was fine now.

Later that evening I decided that Vaughn had not even really checked what the terrible stench was coming from the fridge in months.

And, by the looks of things, he hadnt eaten in a while either.

When I was looking for something for dinner, do you think it was possible to find something not months old?

I am personally amazed that he has not died from a version of food poisoning, or some virus that is airborne by rotten food.

Let's say dinner was canned fruit that I remember buying a week before I got extracted.

"Ok, I am incredibly tired; I have not slept in over 18 hours. Good night." I said, giving Vaughn a kiss

"Alrighty, I'll be up in a few minutes, I just have to make a quick call."

As I stumbled up the stairs, I forgot how incredibly rich Vaughn was, there were artefacts of stuff I had no idea existed.
the life is sure a hell of a lot better here than it was before. I joked to myself.

When I finally reached the bedroom, (which is very far away from the top of the stairs I might add) I dug through the drawers looking for a pair of PJ's. When I found some I slid them on and climbed under the covers.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, Vaughn walked in. About a minute later, I felt him slid in beside me, wrapping his arm around my midsection. With in seconds I fell asleep