Harry knew that the voice on the phone was his handler, Rebekah. The question was why did she go looking for him and not so much how did she find him? The men corrected their clothes quickly as they departed through the staff exit at the back of the hotel.

Harry sent a quick text to Rhett, letting him know that he and Finn would be borrowing his Maybach since he knew the code to unlock it.

He had already broken into the car by the time Rhett told him, "NO, take the Lexus." Harry sent a sad face emoji as the car made its way down the road.

Harry turns to look at the young man that has him completely bewildered, he knew that Finn was just as confused if not more so than he was at the moment. "I don't think that this has anything to do with you and everything to do with me."

Finn looks at Harry with worry in his eyes, "I am sorry that I jumped you" he whispers as he rests his head against his seat. Obviously, Finn was thinking about what transpired in the suite and not the fact that someone was trying to kill them.

"I'm not" proclaims Harry as a smile falls onto his lips.

"Seriously," whispers Finn as he continues to stare at Harry's profile. His eyes were back on the road. "Where are we going?"

"We are going back to London" he answers point-blank. Comfortable silence fills the car as they drive deeper into the darkness of the night. Harry stops at a local newsagent for a cheap mobile, he uses it to call another one of his trusted friends. Harry didn't have many but when he needed them they were always there.

"If you keep my secret, I'll keep yours," says the person on the other end of the phone after Harry called the number three times in a row.

Harry answers "And if I don't."

"I'll kill you." the voice replies.

Harry says with a laugh "I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

The person on the other end of the line hangs up the phone and before Harry places his mobile into his pocket a text comes through with coordinates.

A few hours later, Harry pulls into the drive of a charming English cottage on the outskirts of the city. She had only been living in the country for a few months under the radar but Alex Parrish was the best person to look after Finn. He knew that she would protect him with her life. Finn was not too pleased to be left behind and he made that completely clear when Harry told him that he was staying put.

"I can help" he screams as he follows Harry outside while Alex goes to prepare the guest room.

"How" replies Harry rudely, "are you trained in weapons or hand to hand combat." He waited a bit before continuing, "because I do not know what I am walking into. I know that whoever is after us will stop at nothing."

Finn closes his eyes, taking slow breaths, "Harry" he whispers, "I didn't tell you everything that happened at the train station."

Harry raises his eyebrow in confusion as he waits for Finn to continue.

"I heard a name. The younger guy called the older guy Fernsby"states the scared young man. The agent looks contemplative as he tries to understand why Finn would hold on to this information.

"I didn't know who I could trust when you first showed up on my doorstep. But, I trust you now, Harry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner" Finn turns to walk back into the cottage but before he can make it to the door, Harry grabs his arm and passionately kisses him. Both men moan into the kiss as their arms embrace each other. The kiss ends abruptly and both men are pining for another; but, their time is coming to close. With one last peck on the lips, Harry turns and climbs into the car.

Finn looks on longingly as he stands at the door, he doesn't know if he will ever see Harry again or his dad or his friends. He doesn't know anything at this moment. He hopes that telling Harry everything will help to end all of this craziness and he could figure out what he wants this thing with Harry to become.

A/N: Originally, this story was only suppose to be five chapters and end on its final posting day of today, Valentine's Day; but of course this story has a mind of its own.