"Phew," Tarconi said, looking at his computer screen. "What a nasty fellow." Frank didn't respond. He was sitting across from Tarconi at his desk, thinking. He didn't trust Holly. He didn't trust she'd keep Emily safe. He was working on a plan, but he needed to know where Fisher was first.

"My goodness," Tarconi went on, more to himself than to Frank. "Wow."

"Are you just about done?" Frank asked, annoyed. Tarconi shot him a quick glance before closing down the window and giving Frank his full attention.

"What do you propose we do?" he asked, lacing his fingers together. His elbows were resting on the desk.

"We need to be there when Fisher goes after Emily," Frank said. "I don't want Emily to be put in this position, but since I don't have a say or any control over it, I can only be there to save her from harm."

"You think she'll get hurt?"

"I do. Can you find Fisher?"

"I will do my best."

Frank knew he could count on Tarconi, but he still felt slightly worried. What if they couldn't find Fisher in time?

"Tell me again how Holly Taylor is still alive?" Tarconi asked. He reached to scratch his head.

"She said something about a twin," Frank answered.

"Ah, that's clever," Tarconi said with a slight smile. "Let the world believe she's the one who is dead. She's CIA?"

"I gathered that much."

"Okay. Well, that explains a lot."

"I don't want Emily to get hurt," Frank said again, more fiercely this time.

"If I have anything to say about it, she won't," Tarconi promised. Frank saw that his tracking device on Emily had been turned off, indicating they'd found and removed it. He wouldn't be able to watch where she was going anymore.

"If we find Fisher, we'll find her," Frank reasoned.

"I've already got the search out for him," Tarconi promised. "Soon, this will be all over, and you can go back to your quiet life. Although, you keep running into these same kinds of trouble, so I don't know. Maybe you're not meant to have a quiet life."

"Clearly not," Frank sighed. He got up and paced a little while Tarconi typed away at his computer. He couldn't stop thinking about Emily. He tried not to feel scared for her. If Holly screwed up and got Emily killed, then Holly would be in deep shit. Frank would see to it.

...

Emily was disgruntled as they searched her and removed her watch. She didn't understand why they took it away. When she asked, no one answered. She felt apprehensive for this plan to get set into motion. She was left alone in the lounge area for hours until Holly finally came back.

"It's all set," she said. "We've put it out there where you're going to be, and Fisher will come to you."

"How do you know he won't just send someone to kill me?" Emily asked.

"Too many of his hired help have failed," Holly explained. "This is personal for Fisher now. He'll want to end this himself."

Emily shivered. She didn't like thinking about this man.

"So where am I going to be?" she asked Holly.

"Heading to a safe house near Marseille," she answered. "He'll strike while you're on the way, but we'll be ready. Get some rest. Tomorrow's a big day."

Emily sure hoped so. She felt nervous. She missed Frank. She hoped she would see him again. She curled up on the pull out couch under the single blanket and missed his warmth next to her. Her brain was on fire with so many different thoughts. Her mother was alive. Her father was really her uncle. Her real father was dead. It all just was too much. She wanted it to be over.

After tomorrow, it would be. Hopefully.

...

"I've got chatter," Tarconi said, making Frank lift his head up from his arms to look at him.

"Chatter?"

"Yes. Fisher is on the move. He's currently on the road."

"How do you know this?"

"Let's just say I have very good contacts," Tarconi said wryly.

"Where's he headed?"

"Here," Tarconi answered. "There's a convoy heading for Marseille he wants to intercept tomorrow morning."

"Emily," Frank confirmed. So Holly had them driving when Fisher was going to attack. That was the dumbest move ever.

"What do you want to do?"

Frank got up and paced. He was thinking hard. He had to somehow get behind Fisher when he was about to strike. Then he'd stop it all. He looked at Tarconi.

"I need my car back."

"Absolutely. It is bug free," Tarconi promised. "But, I think you should get some rest first. We'll be on it first thing in the morning."

Frank resisted at first, but in the end, he knew he was useless on no sleep. He tossed and turned on that damn couch in Tarconi's office. He missed Emily. He hadn't been around her that long and already he felt like he'd lost something big without her there. This scared him. He wasn't good with having an attachment that strong. His fear of being abandoned was strong, which was almost ironic because Emily had the same fear. He just didn't know how their relationship would work, though. His job was dangerous. He didn't want her in danger ever again. He felt confused. When this was over, he had to figure out what he was going to do. He didn't know which was more painful, having her in his life and risking losing her or letting her walk out his life altogether.

The Next Day

Emily awoke to Holly shaking her. She felt frightened at first until she saw who it was. Then she remembered.

"Get up!" Holly ordered. "We have to go."

"No breakfast?" Emily asked sarcastically.

"Not today," Holly shook her head. Emily resisted snarking back. She was pretty sure Holly had gotten up in time to eat something. You couldn't run a mission on an empty stomach. She bit her tongue as she got up and followed Holly to the door.

"Put this on," Holly instructed, handing her body armor, navy cargo pants, and a black tank top. Emily went to get changed, and the armor felt heavy and daunting on her. She swallowed.

"I'm going to be okay, right?" she asked when she went back out. Holly was bustling around to get ready.

"You'll be just fine," Holly answered breezily. This didn't really make Emily feel better, but she had to take it. She wished she could contact Frank and tell him what was going on. She trusted him more than her own mother right now.

...

"I don't think I've ever been inside your car," Tarconi commented as they started to drive. Frank pulled out from the police station and onto the street.

"First time for everything," Frank replied.

"It's nice," Tarconi said, inspecting it. "I see why you like to spend so much time in it."

"Your men are ready?" Frank asked, bringing it back to what they were doing.

"Oh, yes. Ready as they'll ever be," Tarconi answered.

"Good."

Frank drove, thinking about his plan and how it would work. It could only go well. He wouldn't allow for failure because failure meant losing Emily, and he wasn't about to have that happen.

"She really means something to you, doesn't she?" Tarconi asked after a moment. Frank gripped the steering wheel tightly in his hands.

"She does," he answered.

"She is a very special lady," Tarconi smiled. "I see that."

It was quiet again, which Frank appreciated. He needed to concentrate.

...

Emily kept looking through the back window as they drove. She felt really anxious.

"Stop that," Holly ordered, noticing. She was in the front passenger seat.

"I'm sorry. It's hard not to look and see if the person trying to murder you is behind you or not," Emily retorted.

"Just relax," Holly instructed. "This is very routine."

"For you!" Emily exclaimed. "Not for me! I've never done this!"

Holly didn't answer, which infuriated Emily that much more. She grabbed her vest tightly with her hands and said a silent prayer. She just wanted to get out of this alive.

...

Frank watched a dark SUV come off the ramp and head towards the convoy Emily was in. He noticed a large truck up ahead beginning to slow down.

"Here we go," he said. Tarconi instinctively reached to hang onto the handle above the door. Frank sped up, moving to try and get behind the SUV.

...

Emily shrieked when something hit them from behind. She turned to see an SUV right behind them.

"It's him," Holly said loudly. "Buckle up!"

Emily braced herself and squeezed her eyes shut as they were rammed again. They suddenly lurched forward, the driver having hit the brakes after the truck ahead of them hit theirs. Bullets sprayed against the car, making Emily scream. Holly had her gun out now and was waiting.

"The car is bulletproof," she told Emily. "Settle down."

Emily said nothing as she curled into a ball as tight as she could on her seat, hiding from the windows. Then they were rammed again, but this time it came from the right side. Their car swerved and crashed into the barrier, going up and over. Emily cried out as they crashed and rolled.

...

"Oh boy," Tarconi said after he and Frank watched the car go over the barrier. Frank pulled over to the side of the road quickly and parked.

"Wait," Tarconi said, grabbing his arm and gesturing. They watched the SUV stop and a tall man get out. He was carrying a machine gun.

"I'm not waiting anymore," Frank said, pushing his door open. He ran around the cars that had stopped on the road, gun drawn. He was attacked from the side in moments. He twisted as they both fell to the pavement. Frank landed hard, his head jerking and his gun flying out of his hand. He managed to get out from under his attacker quickly, but he was engaged into a fist fight soon after. His opponent was tougher than he anticipated. He saw the tall man disappear down the hill towards Emily. He felt panic. He couldn't let him take her. He twisted and dodged the blows coming at him, delivering his own fast and accurately. He had his opponent down before long. He saw Tarconi carefully making his way towards him, using cars for cover as he went. Frank picked up his gun as he passed, and hurried after the tall man, dodging bullets from other shooters as he went. He skidded down the hill, taking aim just as the tall man was getting ready to fire his machine gun. Frank fired, missing but making the tall man lurch forward. Frank ducked as the tall man then turned and started spraying bullets at him. One buzzed his ear so closely it made him flinch. He started getting shot at again from above too, and he wondered where Tarconi was. He ran for cover, hating himself that he couldn't get to Emily. He couldn't very well fire his gun at the tall man after he'd pulled Emily out of the car. Frank could tell she was unconscious. The tall man draped her over his shoulder and started to quickly make his way back up the hill. Frank counted to ten before chasing after him, dodging more bullets as he went.

"Frank!" Tarconi called, hiding from bullets himself. Frank turned and turned, trying to find the shooters. One was near the SUV while the other was a sniper on the hill. Frank looked to see the tall man getting into a different vehicle away from the scene of the accident. He gave Frank a smug look before getting into the backseat of the new SUV and shutting the door. Tarconi finally shot the one gunman, who fell down dead. The sniper had stopped shooting, and Frank knew they were on the move to get out of there. He ran back to his car, Tarconi on his heels. He started it up and turned around as fast as he could and headed for the direction of the other SUV. There was no way he was going to let Emily be hurt.

He didn't make it far when he was rammed into and sent flying. Tarconi braced himself as best as he could when they went up into the air and started to barrel roll. Frank covered his head, shouting as the shattered glass flew at him. They rolled for what seemed like ages, and when they finally stopped, both of them were unconscious.