Everything from that point on seemed to go smoothly between he and Claire. Life was not nessicarily easier, but it was more full filling. The couple had set aside a time for their own private devotions. Usually when Aaron was taking a nap. However, one day a something happened that would change everything for them. Claire began cleaning up the sandwich things, the smell of the fresh lunch meat stinging her sense of smell. She smiled, as she looked over to the table where Sawyer was playing with Aaron, and he appeared to be enjoying himself. As she threw in some of the lunch meat, Claire laugh lightly, a laugh that only she could hear. Who would have thought that the two of them would be spending so much time together now. It felt to her, almost as if they were married. It had been three months now, and Sawyer had even bought an apartment not far from her home. He loved spending time with Aaron. Suddenly the door bell rang, she watched as Sawyer stood up as if to go answer the call.

"No, sit." She placed two sandwiches in front of him. "I'll get it." He smiled back at her, and sat down in his seat. The sound of her feet sliding against the hardwood floor made an even sound as she went to the door. "I'm coming. I'm coming." She mumbled to herself as the door bell rang again. When she opened the door she was nearly shocked to see who stood on the other side. Two men, well dressed, in their mid forties. One held a badge so she could clearly see what it said.

"Ma'am are you Claire Littleton?"

"Yes thats me."

"Miss Littleton we're looking for James Ford. Names Dirk Wiley, FBI."

"N-no I'm sorry he's not here."

"Do you know where we could find him?" Claire, was obviously hesitent, and the agent clearly noticed.

"Why do you-"

"He's a wanted fugitive if you're protecting him you're only endangering yourself."

"I said I don't know where he is."

"Miss one of your neighbors said they saw him headed this way only about a half an hour ago."

"Well they were wrong." She told him bluntly.

"Do you mind if we come in and look around?"

"Do you have a warrant?" Both agents appeared agitated by the question.

"No."

"Then yes I mind." She heard the sound of Aarons cry from the kitchen. "Look if you don't mind I have to go take care of my son."

"I guess thats all for now. " Replied Wiley disturbed. Claire nodded.

"Good bye then." She closed the door without waiting for a response.