Authoress Note: Story takes place in the future. Some event changes will be explained in thoughts and all that jazz, so if you get confused, I apologize ahead xD

Authoress Extra Note: Now I have no clue when this story will end! It has to end sometime,but geeze, I don't know when it will. I know how it ends, but getting there seems to be taking awhile, huh? :P A well. I'm still having fun with this, so whatever, right?

Still giving a big hug and thanks to cedricsowner, veniceiet, niagaraweasel, and Englishrose2011 for taking the time to sit and read my fic and actually comment! I know you're probably tired of hearing it, but it does make me feel like the work I'm putting into this, isn't being lost

July 19th, 2016

"So you don't know the their sex yet?"

Ames sipped at her cup of tea, thanking Harry as he passed her the the sugar bowl, scooping in four scoops before stirring up and sipping again. Perfect. In front of her, happily stirring her own tea, Olivia shook her head. "No. We wanted it to be a surprise of course. Makes things more interesting. Of course Harry's mother isn't to keen on the idea. She likes specifications. Likes to make sure she gets them all the right gifts and outfits. She's very amusing."

Harry grumbled. "You wouldn't have found her amusing to grow up with. Especially when she's so poised and big on image. Harriette was more like mom than me and Henry... We took after dad." Ames raised a brow in amusement. Harriette and Henry? Ouch. The woman must have had a thing for H names or something. Ames felt sorry for her. Growing up with a name like Harriette... Seriously asking to be beat up and made fun of.

At least if she grew up how Ames and Olivia had in the orphanage. "I'm proud for both of you, O. I never saw Harry coming, but at least you picked a nice guy," Ames turned to Harry, and suddenly had a look of pure seriousness and someone to be very afraid of. "But if you hurt her, I will personally come in, find you, and teach you the meaning of pain and fucking with my family. Olivia is like my little sister, understand?" Harry made a sound like a mouse being stepped on, but nodded quickly as Olivia laughed.

"Better late then never on the threat, hmm?" Olivia mused, taking Harry's hand and squeezing it as the male eyed Ames like she was some cobra waiting to strike at his face. Ames grinned, but simply sipped her tea. She was glad she had come now. Getting away from... Getting away from the office was the perfect distraction she'd needed... And yet at the same time, it made her slightly envious.

Olivia, little Olivia who had followed her around, use to get Ames into fights, and the same Olivia who was shy around any boy who hit on her... Was married and going to have children of her own. She was with a good guy, lived in a nice house in a safe neighborhood, and was going to be a happy mom. While Ames wasn't envious of the kids (because she never saw herself as ever having kids), she couldn't help but envy Olivia finding and having someone to be with.

Olivia squeezed Harry's hand, before she looked at him. The two seemed to share a subtle conversation with each other, before Harry gave a lopsided grin and pushed himself from the table, taking his cup of coffee with him. "I'm just gonna leave you two alone now... Got... Um... Papers! Yes, lots of papers to go over in my office... Away from here... So you two can talk... Yeah!" Harry gave a sheepish smile, before bolting, almost tripping, for the back of the house towards the office (which Ames had been given a tour of; the green and yellow room was very cute for the babies with three ready and built cribs and toys).

Olivia smiled as her husband disappeared. "Cute and kind he may be, subtle he is not," she sighed happily. "But I love him for it. Makes him an easy book to read,at least." Ames shrugged, but smiled softly as the two shared a comfortable silence as Olivia got up and grabbed a bowl from the top of the fridge, before sitting back at the table, placing it between them. Ames had to laugh. A whole bowl full of Hershey's kisses, wrapped in silver and gold and ready for them.

"Time to spill," Olivia whispered softly, locking friends with Ames, before handing her a small kiss and squeezing her hand. "What's wrong?" Ames looked down at their locked hands and sighed deeply, not really up to talking about it, but knew it was better to let it all out. And letting it out to Olivia was the best thing she could do now.

o0o

Across San Francisco, two highly trained ex-assassins sat in a busted up kitchen nursing bruises and busted lips and noses. Chance winced, biting on a piece of broken wood, as he quickly twisted jammed his nose back into place, hissing and muttering incoherently to himself. That had hurt.

Sitting to his left, he heard Guerrero do the same. His tolerance for pain far surpassed Chances, but even he winced as his nose was jammed back into place in such a harsh manner. It wasn't like they hadn't done this before; the fighting and fixing broken noses, that is. But that didn't mean they enjoyed it. And Chance certainly wasn't going to enjoy hearing Ilsa and Winston get onto both of them about the damages and repairs.

"You started it, dude," Guerrero grumbled, seeming to have noticed Chance taking in the extent of their damage to the kitchen. "Not my problem if wide load and boss lady get pissed." Chance grunted in response, his jaw still hurting from Guerrero dislocating it. That had hurt worse than the nose.

Chance watched his friend read just his glasses after fixing them. He felt bad about hitting him in the face, but he'd needed it. He was acting childish. That wasn't like Guerrero. Not always. Not for this long. Chance had always been the childish one, and he had always had Guerrero to peg him down when he needed to be. And now it was his turn. "Are we OK, man?"

Guerrero cast him a glance and shrugged. "Yeah, dude. We're cool." That was all they needed. They had had disagreements in the past, and this was usually the solution. But sometimes he wished it were easier than that. "What do you think she meant? When she said you're the reason she left, I mean?" They had thrown tension and annoyance out. Guerrero knew he wasn't going to get Chance to leave him alone on this, so now that the brawl and make-up had happened, it was time for the serious talk.

Guerrero shrugged, his fight having now left him. He was still grouchy for Chance sticking his nose into his business, but what was done is done. And as for his emotional strangeness... Well, it seemed he was locking that up again. Which meant, hey, his hang-over must be gone at least.

"Don't know, dude. Don't care," he grunted back, popping his shoulder. Chance sighed. This wasn't going how it usually went. "That's bullshit, Guerrero, and you know it, man. This wouldn't have happened if you didn't care," Chance gestured between them and to the broken up kitchen. "And you wouldn't have stood outside her room after she went to bed either. I'm not stupid, man." Chance knew exactly why he had done all this. It wasn't that hard to figure out. The months he watched Guerrero search for Ames was enough to give him all the clues he needed.

But he needed his old friend to tell him to his face. Because he needed to be able to admit it out loud. Holding things in to long wasn't good, even for someone like Guerrero. Your feelings and thoughts didn't matter on a mission. That was what he was taught. What Guerrero had taught him long ago. But this wasn't some mission. Not like the ones they'd had back in the old days. If you didn't care about what you were doing now, then you wouldn't be doing it.

"This is why you and Nancy didn't work out, you know?" Chance watched his jaw square, but pushed on. "She was willing to live with your past and the possible danger. But you and I both know she wasn't up for the emotional wall all the time, bro," Chance walked over and pat his friend on the shoulder, before limping by. "Don't do the same thing to Ames, man."

Chance knew he couldn't get him to open up at the moment. Even after their little fight, it wouldn't be enough for them to talk. Not this time. But even if he couldn't get him to talk, he knew he could get him to think.

o0o

She was crying. She was crying again. God she was so tired of this. She felt like some emotional child, crying over anything that happened. It was stupid!

"It's OK to cry, Ames," Olivia whispered, rubbing at her friends back. She had took to letting her friend breakdown on her arm, patting her back and just letting everything Ames was telling her wash over the pregnant woman. Ames felt horrible for breaking down like this. She could see Olivia was crying as well. "Damn hormones," is all she had chuckled, wiping at her eyes, as Ames had pointed it out and apologized. "Nothing to be sorry about. It's OK."

Now Ames felt as wasted and weak as she had in the shower. But this time she didn't feel sick and empty. Talking to Olivia was what she needed. She needed to let everything out. She didn't want to bottle it up anymore. It was just making her sick and she just wanted it all to stop now.

"Does he know?"Ames whipped at her eyes as Olivia took her seat across from her again, sympathy and friendship at the ready. "No," she finally answered, her vocal cords raw from crying. "No he doesn't... Not this part, at least... He knows I left because of him, but I didn't exactly go into details right there in the bathroom," she choked out bitterly, earning a small smile from her oldest friend next to Brody. "Well you can still crack sarcasm, so you must be OK," she mused, causing Ames to laugh a little, sniffing and blowing into the handkerchief she'd been given.

Olivia reached out and pat her friends hand. "Maybe.. You should tell him?" Ames shook her head. No way in hell was that happening! Things were already awkward between them now. No need to make it ten times worse. Besides, it wouldn't help. She wasn't anything worth wile to him. She was always gonna be that punk kid that got on his nerves. No it was best to just leave things where they were.

"What if he finds out? Will you lie if he asks you about it?" Olivia asked, tilting her head, her owlisih eyes making her look like said animal as she did. Ames snorted. "No, I wont lie. But it's not like he'll figure it out anyway." Olivia raised a slender brow. "You really think that?" she picked up a a Hershey kiss and twirled it on the table. "He's pretty smart and quick, Ames... You really think he wont notice? Or at least figure something is up? Especially after this little event?"

She had a point of course. It wasn't like she could just erase what had happened in the bathroom between them. Or take back what she'd said. It wasn't possible... But that didn't mean she had to acknowledge it. It may have happened. It may be real. But she could ignore it. It would feel like an elephant in the room at first, but she'd eventually just learn to look past it. "If I don't talk about it or ever bring it back up... It never happened, right?"

Olivia sighed and shook her heads. Ames could see she didn't agree with this idea. But she wouldn't try to stop her from it, and for that Ames was grateful. "Thank-you," Ames sighed, seeing Olivia throw up her hands but sigh. "I just... This isn't what I wanted to deal with when I came back. Maybe some day I'll be able to tell him, but for now, it's just a whole lot simpler to just let it be pushed away."

Olivia snorted, again showing her disagreement, but again did not press as she picked up her cup and finished the last of her tea, as Harry stuck his head around the corner into the kitchen. "Is it safe to come back in...?" Ames laughed at the sheepish look on the males face, and Olivia waved him in, taking his hand as he reached out to squeeze hers.

"Get your paper work done?" Olivia winked at Ames, before looking up at her husband. Harry blushed and sheepishly nodded. "Oooh yeah! All done1 Donner than done. Yeah..." He trailed off, looking even more sheepish than Ames thought possible, as she smiled and motioned for Harry to sit with them. "Come on, Harry. I could use some cheering up."

Harry gave a small grin, as he slid into his former seat as Ames asked them about their first date and how it went, pushing her former thoughts away for now.

o0o

On the south side of old Frisco, in an old building one would easily call out as a cheesy villain hideout, a quiet figure sat staring at the dozen screens before him. Some showing a business office, others nice little suburban homes, and others showing the inside of each of these buildings.

Across the screen, clear as day, Ames could be seen chatting with Olivia and Harry, no sound heard, while on another screen, and angry Winston was chewing out Chance and Guerrero, gesturing to the broken kitchen the man had, moments ago, watched be torn apart by their brawl.

The mans shadow loomed over the images, watching them with a sneer, as behind him, two large thugs stood quietly and waiting. He was a picture of malice and hate, his cold eyes fixated hungrily on the screens, before he snarled and slammed his fist into one of the screens, as it flashed an image of Guerrero rolling his eyes at Winston.

His thugs remained quiet, as their boss slowly removed his fist from the electric sparking and broken screen. "Guerrero...," he growled. "You... You made a mockery of me all those years ago. You took something of mine and now... Now I'm going to get it back! I will have everything of yours. You will be left with nothing before I finally end your miserable existence," the mans stony eyes slowly landed on Ames. "I will make you suffer!"

An outline of the mans hand spread across the image of Ames, curling slowly into a tight gripped fist, as his snarl twisted into a malicious grin. Soon he was going to make sure that Guerrero hurt the same way he had been hurt by the man many years ago.

"Archie? Eddie? I think it's time we invited the lovely miss over... Don't you?" Behind him, Archie and Eddie, his two thugs, smirked and cracked their knuckles. "Sure thing, boss," Archie chuckled deeply. "We'll send a personal invitation. Wont we Eddie?"

Eddie cackled, slamming his fist into his palm. "Yeah, boss, we would love to also help escort the lady here to meet cha!" Their boss let a slow smirk spread across his lips, as he snapped his fingers and waved them on. "Oh and do be gentle. We don't wanna harm her too much... Not yet, at least."

The boys chuckled, before sliding out the door, leaving their boss to quietly pick up his almost forgot cup of bourbon and take a large swig. After fifteen years he was going to finally make that son of a bitch suffer.

He could just feel the anticipation in every fiber of his being. This was going to be most satisfying.

R & R

Why yes! Yes I am going old school stereotypical villain! What? Is that a bad thing? If it is... So what! It's fun x3

A mystery mad man who's out to get Guerrero... Uh-Oh :0 Lol! Don't worry, I'm not suddenly changing this to Watchmen. Guerrero wont start munching on sugar cubes and running around screaming "Do it!" I swear!... But that would be funny, no? :P

Stay tuned!