Virgil moved to the couch and sat beside Caitlin's curled up form. Only black shards of her hair stuck out from below the blanket, but he knew she was still awake.

"I walked out on my family," he said finally, not waiting for her to acknowledge him.

"I haven't been in touch with them for three years. The reason the boy going missing got to me was because he was identical to my elder brother at that age. My elder brother is Scott…the same Scott you met, the Scott I shout for in my sleep. Gordon is our younger brother, and the other two in the picture are John, my other older brother and Alan, my other younger brother. We used to be part of International Rescue…but I quit three years ago. I walked out on the organization and I walked out on my family. I wanted to push you away so that I could leave and go back to them…but I realised how much you mean to me…and how much I mean to you. I've walked out on people that love me before and I'm not going to walk out on someone else. I love you Caitlin…" He didn't get a chance to finish as she emerged from below the blanket, her hair mussed and her cheeks ruddy with tears.

"You love me now?" she asked, her voice strained as if she hadn't used it in a while. Virgil nodded.

"I love you always," he said softly. "I'm so sorry for pushing you away…I just couldn't tell you why. I'm not supposed to tell anyone my association with International Rescue…and the fact that I walked out on them isn't a great quality..."

"I'm in love with you Virgil, I'd stick with you through anything…but the last few months have been so hard…"

"And I promise I won't ever do that to you again," he interrupted, taking her hand and squeezing it gently.

"I'm gone if it does," she said, deadly serious.

"I won't give you the chance," he smiled. She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes as she rubbed his cheek with her thumb, her breath becoming shaky as he leaned in closer to her and placed his hand under her hair, at the back of her neck. Virgil found himself gazing into her dark eyes and her lips against his, her tongue easing his mouth open, pulling him into the kiss.

He watched Caitlin sleeping peacefully, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head before getting to his feet, wrapping his fingers around his mobile phone. He stepped into the living room and stared out of the window. He flicked through his address book before he came to the number he was looking for. It would be morning there, breakfast time. The phone would ring and he would take the call. Then what? Would Scott be happy to hear from a brother that hadn't bothered to get in touch in two years? Would Scott want to hear him pouring out the emotion that he'd kept inside him since the strange incident with the boy he'd rescued? Would the family want to ever speak to him again? There were too many doubts and Virgil snapped his phone closed and sat down on the couch, putting his head in his hands. He heard the bedroom door open and looked up to see his girl standing before him, she looked so beautiful in the shadowy light and Virgil stood up, moving towards her silently. He stood a head taller than her, slipping his hands around her waist, moving his lips against her neck to kiss it gently, tasting her skin on his tongue. She let out a soft gasp as he moved his lips to hers.

"I will never leave you Caitlin," he promised her.

At four in the morning, Scott believed the island to look at its best. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, casting a pink hue across the cliffs that their house sat among. The smell of the sea filled his nostrils as Scott took a deep breath, pushing out the stale air in his lungs.

"You're up early son," came his father's voice from behind him. Scott glanced over his shoulder and half-shrugged.

"Couldn't sleep," he mumbled. Relations between Scott and his father had been tense of late, the realization that Jeff was not about to send Scott out to find his brother dawning on them. Scott turned back to the scene before him. Behind him, Jeff held the empty photograph frame he'd found in Virgil's room. He knew Virgil wouldn't have left with nothing, it wasn't his style and in a way, it pleased Jeff that it was such a fun-filled picture, showing Virgil obviously didn't want to lose that side of the family.

"Scott, I think you should look at this," Jeff said finally, holding out the frame as Scott turned around.

"What's this?" Scott asked him, holding it limply in his hands. "Isn't this Virgil's"

"Yes, but it's empty Scott and I'm sure if you think hard enough, you'll remember what picture was in that frame." Scott looked at his father then back at the frame, picturing the scene it used to hold.

"It was that one by the pool, wasn't it?" Scott asked after a while. Jeff nodded, rubbing his chin before Scott gave him the frame.

"Leave it where it was Dad," he told him. "I like the idea he still thinks of us."

"Well, at least he didn't take one of the International Rescue ones, leaving it lying around wherever he is staying for anyone to see…" Jeff trailed off as he took in the dirty look Scott cast him.

"Scott…" Jeff began, but he was cut off by John's portrait springing to life. Both father and son adopted their professional modes and the received the details of another rescue.

The box cast a worrying pressure against Virgil's leg as he sat in the living room, Caitlin across from him.

"Why the candles and romantic meal?" she asked suspiciously when she had arrived earlier that night to be greeted by Virgil and a single red rose.

"I want to say sorry," Virgil said. "So I've gone all cheesy on you for one night only." Caitlin laughed, taking the rose graciously and taking her place at the table. Virgil felt the outline of the box through his pocket, checking it was still there as Caitlin sipped her wine, gazing at him thoughtfully.

"I'm glad everything is back to normal," she said.

"Well, nearly normal…you know my guilty secret."

"Hey, not every girl gets to sleep with a member of International Rescue," she laughed.

"Even if she can't tell anyone," Virgil finished pointedly and Caitlin nodded solemnly. Virgil got out of his seat, moving towards her and kissing her slowly, giving himself time to prepare for what he would say next.

"Caitlin…you know I adore you," he whispered as she blushed and smiled. She pressed her lips on his as if to affirm her similar feelings.

"Well…" Virgil began before his phone began to ring. His head fell and he looked at it, then back at Caitlin.

"We're not on call tonight," Caitlin said as she answered. Virgil wandered to the window, watching Caitlin in the reflection, her face adopting a more serious look. He turned round and moved towards her as she hung up.

"This is a big one Virgil and they need everyone they've got. We have to get to the rescue site…"

"I'll hold that thought honey…the wine, the candles, the romance can all wait until we get home…" Caitlin kissed him before they grabbed their rescue gear and made their way to the car.