Maggie resignedly climbed the stairs to her room. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. Dropping her bag by the door, she locked it and shrugged off her jacket. She had just started unbuttoning her shirt when she noticed there was someone else in her room.

"Hello, Maggie."

She turned around. Darien was sitting in the easy chair; his long legs sprawled out in front of him.

"Why are you here?" she whispered.

"I couldn't let you go," he answered. He stood up in one fluid motion and came toward her. Maggie backed up quickly and stumbled. Darien 's hand lashed out and caught her wrist. He pulled her to him and pressed his mouth to hers.

Her hands sank into his hair. They stumbled backwards toward the bed, his hands tearing at her shirt. She pulled at his t-shirt, pulling away from him only long enough to yank it over his head. He unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her legs. She kicked them off as they fell backwards onto the bed, frantic to rediscover each other after so long.

"We're going to leave tomorrow." Darien said as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Maggie buttoned her jeans and looked over her shoulder at him. "Okay." She opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a t-shirt.

"Don't you have to let your boss know?" He flopped back down in the chair.

Her brow wrinkled in confusion. "Let him know what?"

"That you're leaving." He stood up. "Hobbes is waiting for us a few rooms down."

"I'm not going back." She glared at him. "Did you really think that you would waltz in here, screw me and then sweep me back to the Official? I don't think so, Darien . I'm not going back to him. Ever." She stormed over to the door and yanked it open. "Get out."

"Mags, I'm not working for him. I swear." Darien held his hands out, trying to make himself look non-threatening.

"I'm only going to say this one more time. Get out," she growled as her eyes flared.

Darien started towards the door. "Maggie, please," he began, but was interrupted by his partner's voice.

"Fawkes, you still down here?" Hobbes appeared in the doorway. He looked from Darien to Maggie, taking in their slightly disheveled appearance and the furious look on Maggie's face. "Hey, kitten. You look good as a blonde," he said as he pushed past Darien into her room.

"I'm not going back with you." Maggie repeated to him.

Hobbes shrugged and looked around. "That's up to you."

Darien looked at his partner in disbelief. "Hobbes, she's got to come back with us."

Hobbes glanced at Darien . "We can't force her to. That'd be kidnapping." He opened her fridge and peered inside. Reaching in, he pulled out a bottle of water and settled into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

Realizing they weren't leaving, Maggie shut the door with a sigh. "Why did the Fat Man send you?"

Hobbes looked over at her. "He didn't."

"Sure. You're telling me you both quit the Agency and just happened to travel into my small Nevada town?" Maggie raised an eyebrow at him and moved into the kitchen. "Pardon me if I don't believe you."

Hobbes looked at Darien . "You didn't tell her?"

"Tell me what?" Maggie turned to Darien .

Darien shrugged. "She wasn't really in the mood to listen."

"Tell me what?" Maggie repeated.

Hobbes let out an exasperated sigh. "The Fat Man was taken into custody by the higher ups just after you left."

"Higher ups? I didn't know we had any of those." Maggie sat down across from Hobbes.

"Yeah. Turns out even the Official has a boss. They put Alex in charge."

"Alex? You mean Monroe?"

Darien nodded. "She's been doing a good job. Keeps the creeps and nut jobs away from the Agency."

"And she found millions the Official was embezzling from the Agency to run his own little playgroup."

Maggie sat silent for a moment. "What about Cobalt?"

Darien and Hobbes exchanged looks. "We haven't been able to shut them down," Hobbes told her honestly.

"How do you know they didn't follow you?" she demanded.

Hobbes shook his head. "No one follows Bobby Hobbes."

"Except when they do." Her words were bitter.

"No one followed us, Maggie." Darien leaned against the wall of the kitchen. "We've been all over California looking for you. No one could have followed us for three years without us noticing."

"God, I never thought you two would ever appear on my doorstep." She tipped her head back, her eyes closed. After a few moments of silence, she glanced at Hobbes. "I don't know if I can do this again."

He leaned forward and put his hand over hers. "We'll be with you, Maggie. If you want."

She shook her head. "I don't know." Maggie stood up and walked into the front part of the room. "I like it here."

Darien took a few cautious steps toward Maggie. "Princess," he held a hand out to her.

"No one's called me that in years." She breathed in a harsh sob and fell into his arms. He wrapped his arm around her, one hand holding her head against his chest and the other around her waist. She cried fiercely, her sobs loud in the small room.

Darien murmured soothingly to her. She clung to him, letting out the pain of three years on the run. "It's going to be okay, Maggie. We'll help you. We'll stay with you."

After a few minutes, Maggie took a long shuddering breath. She sniffled and took a second breath. She lifted her head and smiled wanly at Darien . "Sorry."

He shook his head. "Don't be," he whispered and brushed away the tear streaks from her cheeks.

A hand appeared around Darien 's arm, holding some tissues. Maggie smiled at Hobbes and took the tissues gratefully. She stepped away from Darien and blew her nose. She walked into the kitchen, threw the tissue away and splashed some cool water on her face. She dried her face off on a hand towel and turned back to the men.

"I'm not ready to go just yet," she said finally.

Darien visibly brightened. Hobbes was more cautious. "When do you think you will be?" he asked.

Maggie looked around the room. "A week, maybe. I don't know yet." She walked over to the door. "I'd like to be alone for a little while."

Darien looked like he was going to protest, but Hobbes grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door. "If you need us, kitten, we're in 217."

She nodded. As Darien passed her, he leaned down and dropped a kiss on her head. "I missed you, Maggie," he whispered.

"I missed you too, Dary," Maggie gave him a half smile and closed the door behind him.