Daryl finished his fourth cup of coffee as he completed his rounds of the townhomes. He knew the outside was covered as he had constant feedback in his earpiece so he could focus on the inside. He was concerned with how the talk was going to go with Carol in the morning. The plan was to have Agent Grimes call her in the morning, give her the security code and explain that they needed to talk with her within the hour. Carol, Sophia and Daryl would move out by nine and be on their way to the next secure location.

He decided to take advantage of the little bit of time that was left before everything happened, so he made himself some instant grits and toast. Looking up he said, "Yes, momma, I know that instant grits are blasphemy against a southern boy, but desperate times call for desperate measures." Smiling, he thought of the few rare moments his mother was given the opportunity to make breakfast for him and his brother.

He found his mind begin to wander back in time, but was snapped out of it when a voice came in his ear stating that the coast was still clear. Eating quickly, he shut the light off above the stove and sat back and waited for the sun to rise.

Carol rolled over, slowly opened her eyes and smile softly. Daryl reached over and began to caress her cheek as she said, "Morning."

"Morning, blue eyes," he replied as his fingers slowly dragged across her bottom lip. She reached out with her tongue and swiped his fingers as they passed back over her lips. She heard a gasp as she took one of his fingers in her mouth and began to suck on it. His eyes darkened with arousal as he watched her close her lips tighter and felt her tongue swirl around the tip. "Damn, woman, that is quite a wake up."

He withdrew his fingers and pinned her beneath him suddenly as he began to kiss her deeply. He broke the kiss and began to kiss and suck his way down her neck towards her breasts. He raised her shirt and began to lean towards the nipple when…

Rrrrriiinnnngg! Startled awake from her dream, Carol sat up and rubbed her face with her hands while she tried to figure out what the heck brought on a dream like that about Daryl. Realizing the phone was still ringing, she shook off the arousal she felt and reached to pick it up. Glancing down, the caller ID showed "Bob Smith, USA." Her heart stopped as she knew immediately what that meant.

"H-hello?"

"Ms. Peletier. This is Bob Smith. I have two bags of clothes I need to drop off at the laundry."

Her stomach curled as she remembered the code and knew what it meant. "Yes, I can do that."

"Eight a.m. I will drop them off."

She dropped the phone as she tried to hang it up and had to grab for it before it hit the floor. How!? After all this time, something had happened with Merle and they were once again in danger and having to prepare to leave.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed while her eyes filled with tears. "We are never going to have a normal life again," she mumbled to herself as she pulled her robe on. Looking at the clock, she saw it was seven-thirty. She had thirty minutes to get herself ready, get Sophia up and pack them a bag. Carol knew everything else would be taken care of by the bureau.

A knock came at the door thirty minutes later and she checked the peephole. Staring back at her was Agent Grimes holding his credentials that only she could see. "Yes," she asked.

"I am here to drop the laundry off," he replied as he bent over to pick up a bag.

Opening the door, she stepped aside as he walked in. Closing the door behind them, he set the bag down and followed her into the kitchen. Sophia looked up from her cereal and said, "Who dat, momma?"

"A friend, Soph. Say hi to Rick."

"Hi Dick!"

Rick chuckled as Carol gasped, "I'm so sorry about that. She has trouble saying her Rs."

"No problem. Come on, sit down," he said as he pulled out a chair. "I wish I didn't have to tell you this, but we have reason to believe that Merle has had his henchman looking for you over these last two years, but not aggressively. I guess they figured people's guards would be down after so long, but we have kept a close eye on him in prison as well as his accomplices on the outside. Even though you have had coverage here, we are still going to move you. The plan is to move you to a remote location outside of Denver, but your identities will remain the same as that information was not discovered. They were able to access a local database, but what they got is the bare minimum."

Carol felt saddened by the thought of not seeing Daryl again but she stood up and went around to clean up Sophia. "How much danger are we in?"

"We are fairly certain they don't know where you live yet, but aren't taking any chances. Do you have your bags packed?"

"I am almost finished. Wait, you said we had someone watching us here?"

"Yes. We have an agent on the inside who will be accompanying you and Sophia to the new location and staying with you for a while. Sophia is already used to seeing him, so he is our best choice for staying at the cabin with you."

"Wait, what? Familiar with him? Who is the agent you are talking about?"

"Me," said a voice from behind her. She already knew who it was without having to look.

"Hi Arro!," Sophia suddenly yelled.