Frank came to with Holly smacking his face. He was lying on the road, looking up at her face. He blinked.
"Come on, Frank," Holly said. "Come back to us."

He lurched upright, feeling instant pain and grunting. He clutched at his side, looking for Tarconi. He noticed someone was doing CPR on him. He felt instant concern.

"Look at me, Frank," Holly ordered, and he did so. "We have to find Emily."

"You got her killed the moment you made her a part of this," Frank snarled. "I told you she wasn't bait!"

"Get up and let's move," Holly snapped. "I'll pretend you didn't disobey my order to stay out of this." She stood and began to storm towards a new vehicle that was waiting for her. Frank took one last look at Tarconi, who was still being worked on. An ambulance was on the way. He was torn between staying and making sure his friend was okay or going with Holly to find Emily. He knew he couldn't do anything for Tarconi, but he could still save Emily, and he knew Tarconi would want him to do what he actually could do.

He ran after Holly.

...

Emily came to and found herself in the trunk of a car. She could tell that they were still moving by the feel of it. She reached to grip her pounding head. At least they had left her unbound. She felt around for the trunk latch. Charlie had made sure she knew how to escape one if the need ever arose. She wondered if Charlie had been preparing her for this exact moment. She waited until the vehicle stopped, and she waited for someone to open the trunk and take her out. No one did, and she felt curious about that. She worked quickly, popping the trunk open and lifting it slowly. She looked around carefully. After not seeing anyone, she climbed out.

It was almost too easy. She felt as though it was a trick. She started to walk quickly, hoping she could find somewhere safe to go until Frank came for her. She didn't know if he could find her this time, but she knew her mother had given her a tracking device, and she had stuck it to her bra. She moved quietly down the alley and towards the street.

She stopped suddenly when she went around the corner to another alley and found a tall man standing with five other men behind him. Frank and her mother were on their knees in front of him. Both were gagged and had their hands bound behind them.

"Took you long enough," the tall man commented, looking at his watch and then back at her. "I expected more from you, being Charlie's niece and all."

"What are you doing?" Emily asked. She couldn't stop looking at Frank. He looked more pissed off than anything. Holly looked calm.

"We all have choices in life, Ms. Charlton," the tall man went on. "Your mother made a very poor choice, and it got her husband and her sister killed. She then chose to take you away and hide you from me, which is what will get her killed."

"No!" Emily cried.

"But," the tall man went on, holding up his hand. "There is a chance to save her, but that means you have a choice now, Ms. Charlton. Which one dies and which one lives?" He passed the hand holding the gun back and forth between Frank and Holly, and Emily felt as though she couldn't breathe.

"I don't want to make that choice," she said.

"I can make it for you, if you'd like," the tall man offered.

"No!"

"Well, someone has to die," the tall man chuckled.

"Then...then kill me," Emily said. Frank jerked, and the tall man reached to firmly press his hand onto Frank's shoulder to hold him still.

"Very admirable," the tall man nodded, looking at her. "But that's not an option."

"Why not?" she asked.

"It just isn't."

"I was the one that was supposed to die," Emily insisted. "So do it. Come on, big man. You've had all these people try to murder me since I was a kid, so here's your chance now. Do it."

"You thought I was trying to kill you?" the tall man asked, surprised.

"That's what I have been hearing."

"You've been misinformed."

"I...I don't understand," Emily said, feeling confused now. The tall man looked at Holly now, who was staring straight ahead. He shook his head at her.

"You didn't tell her," he said. "Wow."

"Tell me what?" Emily demanded.

"Who are your parents, Emily?" he asked.

"William and Holly Taylor."

"You're half right," he said. Emily looked at him, even more confused.

"I don't...I don't understand," she said again.

"Let me explain it to you," the tall man offered. Holly closed her eyes now, and Emily had a really bad feeling about what was going to come next.

"Okay," she agreed warily.

"There was a CIA agent who was sent to kill an arms dealer," the tall man started. "But when she realized it was her former fiancé, she couldn't do it. Instead, she got into a relationship with him, thus cheating on her husband. Together they had a child, but the CIA agent soon had to pick a side, and she decided to leave the arms dealer and stay with her husband, taking the child with her. When the arms dealer found out, he was angry. He learned that the husband was, in fact, one of his own employees, which made the arms dealer feel even more betrayed and wanting revenge. When the arms dealer got to the house, he murdered the husband and the woman he thought was the CIA agent. Then the arms dealer was ambushed by none other the CIA agent, and the child was snatched before the arms dealer could have the child taken by himself or his mercenary friend. The CIA agent disappears with the child. Fast forward years later, and the arms dealer catches wind that his child is back in the picture, and he wants to have her in his life and give her the opportunity to carry on the legacy of his work. And there you have it." He looked at Emily, who was staring in horror.

"No," she said.

"Yes, my love. You're my daughter," the tall man said. "I never wanted to kill you. I just wanted to raise you as my protégé, but your mother hid you away from me instead."

Emily was crying a little at this point. She was also incredibly furious with her mother. The tall man moved to take off Holly's gag and tossed it.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked her.

"Emily," Holly said. "I never meant for anyone to die. I got there too late, but I managed to get there in time to save you. They weren't supposed to die!"

"How could you?" Emily asked. "How could you have done that?"

"I'm sorry," Holly cried now "I'm so sorry."

Emily didn't know what to say. She looked at Frank, but he seemed to be occupied with something and wasn't looking at her.

"I think she's made her choice," the tall man said, smiling. "So, Holly, I guess this is the end."

"Wait, no..." Emily started. The tall man aimed his gun, but Frank stabbed him in the leg quickly before grabbing his wrist and twisting it around, making him drop the gun. Frank then had the gun in his hands and shot at the other men while Emily went to duck for cover. Holly had hit the ground to avoid getting shot herself. The tall man disappeared in the chaos, and when it was over, Frank was left standing with the gun in his hand and five dead men on the ground. He reached to remove his gag and spat after throwing it away. He turned to look for Emily, and she was already moving towards him. He caught her was she threw herself into his arms.

"Frank," she cried.

"It's all right," he promised. He rested his hand on the back of her head and held her close. She avoided looking at the dead men behind them.

"I'm fine too, thanks," Holly said sarcastically from the ground. Frank reluctantly let Emily go and went to free her. Emily hugged herself and couldn't look at her mother. She was too angry. Holly got to her feet and cracked her neck.

"Knife in the back of your boot trick," she commented, looking at Frank. "Nice one."

"Come on," Frank ordered. He'd gotten incredibly lucky that the other men hadn't seen him doing it. They had been too enraptured with Fisher's story. He put his arm around Emily's shoulders and led her down the alley and back to the main road again. Holly followed behind them. When they got to the car, Frank checked for tracking devices and/or bombs underneath and around it before letting them in. Emily was quiet when they started to drive. Her head hurt too much from everything she'd heard. After a while, Frank reached to rest his hand on top of hers on her knee, and she almost started crying again. She'd almost lost him, and losing him was an unbearable concept. She moved her fingers to grab hold of his and squeezed tightly.

She felt sick inside at the realization that she would have been more devastated if he'd been killed versus if her mother had been killed.

...

Frank was feeling pissed off. Not only had he and Holly been ambushed, but he learned that Jeremiah Fisher was Emily's real father. If it made him feel nauseous, he could only imagine what Emily was feeling. He drove them to the CIA safe house Holly told him about, and when they got there, Emily still wasn't speaking to her. He didn't blame her. Once inside, Holly went to the bathroom and locked herself inside for a while. Frank took this opportunity to examine Emily properly.

"I'm fine, Frank," she promised as he moved her head with his fingers to look at some of the minor cuts there from the car accident.

"I know you're lying, but I'll let you away with it for now," he said. She gave a sad smile in return.

"My father is an arms dealer," she said. "My mother cheated on her husband and got her twin sister killed along with him when she changed her mind. I don't know what to think or feel right now."

"That's to be expected," Frank nodded.

"It's definitely stopped me thinking about my job right now," Emily said ruefully. "But this was not exactly the distraction I wanted from that." They both looked when Holly emerged from the bathroom freshly showered. She came over to them.

"Emily," she started.

"I don't want to talk to you," Emily cut her off.

"I need you to understand..."

"I don't care," Emily snapped. "I really don't. Stay away from me."

Holly opened and closed her mouth, but she gave a curt nod and turned to leave them alone again. Frank watched her reach into a drawer in a small table and pull out cigarettes and a lighter before going out the side door. He exhaled slowly.

"What do we do now?" Emily asked him.

"Well, Fisher is still out there, and the objective was to bring him in," Frank said. "So I'm not sure what that means for us right now."

"Where's Tarconi?" she asked.

Frank felt a stab of guilt. He'd left the man being resuscitated to find Emily. He had no idea if Tarconi was alive or not.

"I'm hoping he's at a hospital," he answered.

"What happened?"

"Car wreck."

"I hope he'll be okay," Emily said, sounding worried.

"I'll go check on him once we're able to," Frank promised.

"I want to go home," Emily said now. "To New York. I want to just go home and back to my job and pretend none of this ever happened."

Frank flinched inside a little at this. He tried not to think that she meant she wanted to pretend things hadn't happened between them too. But really, why would she want to stay here with him? He'd known better than to expect that. It was why he had been so hesitant to kiss her in the first place.

"We'll get you there soon enough," Frank assured her. He took a step away from her, wrestling with his negative thinking. Emily seemed to sense this because she moved closer to him and put her hands on his shoulders.

"I don't want to pretend that I never met you," she told him. "I didn't mean that."

"I know."

"You don't look like you know," she pointed out. "You look hurt."

"I'm fine..."

"Frank, if there's anything I wouldn't change, it would be us meeting," she said, taking his face in her hands now. "I'd never change that."

He closed his eyes as she pressed her lips into his gently. He rested his hands on her waist, but Holly returning broke them apart.

"I don't really approve of you," Holly said to him sternly.

"I don't think it's your place to comment on it," Frank shot back.

"You're going to tell us everything," Emily said to her angrily. "All of it. Then you're going to tell us what the plan is to finish this. Then I never want to see you again."

Holly looked hurt at this, but it was quickly replaced by her businesslike expression again.

"All right," she agreed. "Sit down. I'll tell you everything."