Hello again! Another chapter!

All mistakes are my own, and I own nothing but the OC's! This is just a short filler chapter! I though poor Agent Jones deserved a funeral! I'm i the process of writing the next chapter, in between two dissertations! Hopefully it will be up in the next week!

bgjk5272: Thanks! It;s great to know people are enjoying the fic and reading! I'm a joint Linguistic and English Language Major, so I study languages, their grammars and phonetics, as well as how people use language differently to each other and lots of other nerdy but interesting language based topics.

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She was tired, jetlagged and emotionally drained, and she knew as she pulled into the small church yard in Agent Jones' hometown that it would only get worse. It hurt that nobody would know what an amazing person he was; confidentiality meant that his involvement with MI6 was a closely guarded secret. Only his mother knew the truth of the terrible affair. Emilia didn't want to look into her eyes, knowing she'd see the pain of a mother having lost her only child. Agent Jones had lost his father the previous year, and the relationship between his mother and himself was as close as could be possible.

Emotions and questions flooded her mind as she locked up her car and moved towards the church. Will his mother blame me? Will she even remember who I am? Did David ever tell her what our true relationship was? Gently pushing the church door open, she slid into the back row, attempting to avoid any attention, but the acoustics of the church made what should have been a quiet entrance far too noticeable. The sound of the door shutting had reverberated around the small chapel, and Emilia glanced up to see David's mother glancing her way. To her surprise, his mother moved to greet her.

"Emilia," She said, almost inaudibly, "I'm so glad you could make it."

Emilia tried to smile, but she felt her eyes welling up before so much as a twitch played on her lips. Sensing her struggle, Mrs Jones enveloped her in a warm hug, stroking her hair as Emilia let the tears fall.

Neither said a word, but shared the mutual feeling of loss. Stepping back, Emilia noted the tears sliding down the older woman's cheeks but was powerless to do anything about them.

"The service will start soon," Mrs Jones said, leading her to the front row of the church, as usual reserved for family. She felt honoured to be given permission to sit on that row. She intended to express her gratitude to Mrs Jones but she couldn't form the words.

"Thank you," Mrs Jones said quietly, squeezing Emilia's hand. "You made a difficult time in my son's life much easier. I know you two never had the chance to try… but I know he cared about you very much. You were very special to him, and I can't tell you how happy it made me to see him so comfortable with you. He spoke of you often, and I only regret not getting to meet you properly sooner."

Emilia was lost for words, she had not expected such kindness, and before she knew it she began to weep. Mrs Jones squeezed her hand and let the tears flow down her cheeks as the funeral began.

The funeral was a beautiful, sophisticated ceremony. As the priest spoke Emilia's eyes fell upon the photograph of the man she cared for so dearly. It was one of her favourites, taken whilst he was laughing, his eyes twinkling with delight; a beautiful bright smile lighting up his face. The soft brown curls were blowing in the soft breeze. She could remember the day it was taken.

It had been one of the first weekends they had spent in Washington, and amidst the nerves of moving to new country, and settling into the new job, they had hardly any time to relax. Noticing how tense the new job was making her, Agent David Jones had suggested they go for a walk in the park. She'd been pleasantly surprised by the offer, and accepted without a moment's thought. It was during the early days of their relationship, if you could call it that, and they had only just begun to realise their feelings for one another. With the weather being beautiful that day, they settled in the grass and spoke about everything from family to television show favourites, and at one point, Emilia had innocently dropped a grape, which had fallen into her blouse and settled in her bosom. Her face reddened and she desperately reached to get it, hoping he hadn't noticed, but she could hear him begin to laugh. Noticing how attractive he was, Emilia grabbed her camera phone and snapped a photo before he could say no.

Lost in thought, Emilia hadn't realised the service had almost finished.

"Now, I believe Mrs Jones would like a close friend and confidant of David's to say a few words. Emilia Peyton?" The priest said, pulling Emilia from her daydream rather successfully. She turned to glance at his mother, and was met with a nod and a supportive smile. As she approached the pedestal she tried to think of what to say but her mind had stop functioning.

She turned to face the congregation, her stomach churning in nervous anticipation. Glancing over at David's photo she did all she could do, and spoke from the heart.

"I can remember the first time I met David Jones. We were both thrown together by a job that took us away from our comfort zones on the other side of the world. I was nervous, scratch that, terrified and almost immediately David noticed and made it his day's mission to make me feel happier. That was what he loved, making people happy. I cannot tell you the amount of times David has made me laugh, made me smile, and I know I'm not the only one who can attest to that. He had such a big heart, and always put other ahead of himself. His loss will be felt by everyone who had ever been touched by his kindness. I know I'll miss him; I miss him every day when I wake and every night when I go to sleep. But I know he'll be with me in my memories of him, and one day I'll meet him again. But until then, I will make it my life's work to carry on his mission of happiness and joy. Hopefully when we meet again I'll be somewhere closer to being as kind, selfless and inspirational as he has been in his 27 years on this earth."

She wanted to say more, but her voice caught in her throat, and tears began to fall down her cheeks. She couldn't express how perfect of an individual David had been. He'd always hold a special place in her heart.

Leaving the wake, Mrs Jones embraced Emilia, stroking her cheek gently as she pulled away.

"Stay safe, and keep in touch." Emilia said, passing her a card with her details on.

"I will, thank you for coming, look after yourself." Mrs Jones replied before leaving to greet other guests.

Before she knew it she was unlocking the door to her Washington apartment. Dropping her small suitcase inside the door, and putting aside the special parcel she had brought back with her, she fell to the floor and let the tears take her.