Emily glanced outside. She knew this was it. INTERPOL wasn't going to come yet, they were hours away. And her cover was BLOWN. by blown she meant Ian had caught her on the phone talking to Tsia… about him. Before she could scream Ian had yanked the phone out of her hands and hit her across the face so hard she been knocked out cold.

She'd awoken like in a fairytale. In the tallest tower of the Villa. Door locked from the outside. And she knew she was doing to die. She knew that jumping from the window she would die. She knew that when Ian returned she would die. There was no way out.

All she could think about was Declan. That poor little boy would be ruined for life if INTERPOL got their hands on him. Suicide was a no go. She had to convince Ian to get Declan out of here safely, even if it meant her own murder.

She spun around as she heard the door unlock and Ian sauntered in. Sure enough, he had a shiny black SIG-Sauer in his hand.

"I-ian before you do something stupid let me explain!" She stuttered, putting a hand up backing away from him.

"So explain…Dazzle me." He said smiling, an evil glint in his eyes.

She took a breath, this was her only chance.

"My name isn't Lauren. Its Emily. Emily Prentiss." She paused as she watched him twirl the gun, circling her like a lion stalking his prey.

"I-I need you to get Declan out of here. Now."

"Why? You could give two shits about him." He said stopping to glare at her.

"NO! You have to listen to me!" She cried. "When INTERPOL comes, they will arrest you, and they will take him. They will do… anything. to him to get you to talk. I know you don't believe me, but he is an innocent little boy. I never want anything to happen to him. I want to protect him. I know he means EVERYTHING to you. You have to hide him. Get him to safety please!" She let real tears fall. If something ever happened to Declan she would never forgive herself.

"Tell me one thing, was any of it real?" Ian asked quietly, now staring at the gun in his hands.

She sniffled, staring up at the ceiling. If she was going to die anyways, she might as well be honest.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Then why?" He asked.

"I-I had no choice Ian, I couldn't have run with you. They would have found us… eventually." She cried.

"That's why you wouldn't marry me. Couldn't stand to be the wife of an arms dealer huh?" Ian asked bitterly.

"No! I really cared about you and Declan! I swear to god, Ian." She was sobbing now. "I dont care what happens to me, but please, Promise me you'll hide him." She begged.

Ian stopped in front of her, inching towards her.

"Ian— I— I've never asked you for anything. Promise me. Promise." She whispered backing up against the wall.

"He's already gone," he said, pointing the gun at her head.

"I- I love you." she whispered, pleadingly.

"Sorry, Love. That's not good enough."

Emily closed her eyes and heard a shot. She felt nothing. Slowly she opened her eyes, and in front of her laid Ian Doyle.

She gulped. She couldn't breathe. The room was spinning. She fell to her knees, vomiting. Gasping, she looked over at Ian's lifeless body. She saw a piece of what looked like paper clutched in one hand. Shaking, she reached for the piece of paper, on it read read:

Take care of my son, Lauren

You know where to find him…

Forever and Always,

Ireland.