"Honey, I need a big favor." Lindsay looked up from her meal to find Jesse staring at her. Had he been talking to her? Now that her fiance was spending more time at home he was really starting to annoy her. Damon had become a ray of sunshine and she could barely go see him with Jesse demanding that she be present for every meal and meeting he wanted to have. It was really starting to piss her off. "I have to go install some voting machines in Defiance, Ohio. I'll just be gone for a day or so, just be careful. I feel like somebody is watching us."

"Don't be silly, Jess. No one is watching us, we haven't done anything to warrant the attention of some peeping Tom." Lindsay smiled and placed her hand over his and squeezed it, for a moment she felt guilty. She had touched Damon's hand the same way, and right now she was expecting their hands to feel the same. Jesse's hand was too soft, it didn't feel right to her anymore.

"Something wrong?" Jesse asked.

"Of course not, honey."

"Who the hell is he, Lindsay?" Jesse threw the pictures down.

"He's a-"

"You know what, don't even speak. I can't believe you would do this to me after two years. Two whole freaking years and then you choose now to cheat on me!"

"Am I doing anything that remotely looks like I'm cheating? We're talking. Samantha asked me to go see her friend for her so that's what I'm doing. You don't get to yell at me and treat me like a child!" Lindsay stood up and walked out of the bedroom grabbing her purse, keys and the folder that the pictures came in.

"Lindsay, wait!" The door slammed shortly after and Lindsay was down the steps before he could get to the end of the hall. For the next hour she found herself driving to the prison, she walked inside and demanded to see Damon Larkin. She knew it was well past the time for visitors but the guard led her down the hall and she waited until he came in.

"Is something-"

"What the hell is this?" Lindsay shoved the folder in his arms and he looked at the pictures. He went over them again and again.

"They're pictures."

"Of us?"

"Obviously. Lindsay, I don't understand-"

"Me either so why don't you explain it to me. Jesse keeps commenting that someone is following us, then these pictures come. What the hell is going on?" Damon handed her the folder and folded his arms across his chest. "He think I'm sleeping with you."

"Can you blame him?" Damon said, Lindsay felt drained and could barely mutter a word. An odd squeaking sound was released before she stepped backwards and sat on the bench.

"Please don't blame me now, I don't need this."

"You never told him about me."

"But we aren't doing anything wrong!" She covered her face and groaned. "Are we?" She looked up and he was sitting next to her and remained silent. "How could someone have gotten those pictures?" For the first time Damon reached out and touched her, normally she initiating the touching, rather it was holding his hand or a playful jab. He had never assumed he could touch her and she looked up at him.

"It would have to be someone who had you followed, that's the only way-" Lindsay jerked away from him.

"Jesse he would never-"

"Wouldn't he?" Damon said, he moved and stood in front of her. "He knows you've been going somewhere, the last place he expected to find you was in the California State Prison." Lindsay nodded her head and tried not to cry. Had she really came all the way here to blame him? Would Jesse really hire someone to follow her just to act outraged when the pictures came.

"You think it's Jesse."

"I know it's Jesse."

"How would you know? You can't be a hundred percent sure that-"

"The man who was following you came to visit me." Lindsay tensed, Damon must have never expected the pictures to come out. "You should get back home, Jesse is probably worried."

"He's going to Defiance."

"Defiance? Defiance, Ohio?"

"You know the place."

"Yeah… my mom lived there when she was younger." Damon turned away from her and sat on the bench.

"He's leaving so I'll stay gone until four." Lindsay flipped through the pictures again before looking up at him. "I'm sorry, Damon."

"Don't be." Lindsay walked towards the door but Damon grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, "Do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Don't come back here."

Lindsay was sure that losing a boyfriend and a friend in the same day was an awful feeling. Now she knew first hand that she had ruined things with Damon, he told her with cold eyes and a frown she never saw before, not to ever come back. He didn't want to see her? Lindsay wondered if trouble followed her naturally or was it something she had done outside of not telling Jesse about her extracurricular activities. Jesse left his laptop up on the counter, Lindsay was tempted to smash it but looked at the message.

It was from Penelope Smith.

She told him that she wanted to see him again and would meet him after he was done working for Hollis in Defiance.

What had Jesse told her? What was he doing in Defiance again? Lindsay paced back and forth when the words came back ghosting into her ear. He was working on those voting machine. Who the hell was Hollis and what did Hollis have to do with the voting machine? Lindsay searched the name Hollis through the emails.

Hollis Doyle.

Who was Hollis Doyle? Why was Jesse working with Hollis Doyle and who the hell was Penelope Smith?

Damon Larkin walked down the street, moments after he went to the cell he snapped someone's neck. It was the terrorist he was tasked with finding, now he was free to go and finish his other mission. Jesse Tyler was the mission he was given amidst finding Devon Mauer, the terrorist who threatened to expose U.S. Military vulnerabilities and secrets. Samantha Tyler delivered Lindsay Dwyer into the palm of his hand, he felt bad that it was too easy to manipulate her.

She was so lonely, she reached out to anyone, even a man she didn't know.

Good people like that didn't exist anymore, why was he going to have to be the one? She would touch him and smile, she was so happy when they were together. Then Charlie showed up, he prayed that the man wouldn't interfere but knew he would. However when Lindsay told him Jesse was going to Defiance he knew now was the time to move. Hollis Doyle watched Jesse's every move but he obviously trusted the man by now. Hollis wouldn't pick up on his arrival. Damon walked past Penelope Smith's house and spotted Jesse's rental car.

A very small part of him thought about Lindsay. His chest hurt, a deep searing pain. Jesse had to know that Lindsay was very caring and loving and used this against her constantly. Did she know about Penelope Smith? Was she aware how dangerous this woman was and how powerful she was as well?

"... Gonna run to the car, I'll be right back." Damon was sitting in the backseat and when Jesse looked in the rearview window. The dark cold eyes was the last thing he saw before jabbed in the neck. Damon waited until his body was completely limp before placing him inside the trunk of the car. He drove off moments later and headed back to the airport, he knew Command would want to see him bright and early.

An hour into their flight Jesse woke up, Damon figured he would but tried to ignore him. Jesse began to jerk and writhe until Damon was forced to notice him. He ripped the tape off his mouth and sat down across from him.

"Would you mind untying me?" Jesse asked.

"Yes."

"Can I have something to drink?" Jesse asked.

"No."

"Wait, you look familiar." Jesse closed his eyes and graced Damon with a pained expression, "You're him."

"Him who?"

"Lindsay's… I don't know… conjugal… man…."

"I don't understand people like you, you have the most important thing but you want more." Damon looked back down at his book and ignored him.

"Are you him?"

"Yes."

"Did you… Did you guys.. fool around… or…"

"You think I screwed your wife." Damon snapped the book shut, "No, I didn't sleep with her. But I should have."

"What's your name?" Jesse asked.

"They call me Damon." Jesse narrowed his eyes, Damon got the feeling that Lindsay may have let his name slip when she shouldn't have. "So she did tell you..."

"I should kill you…" Jesse growled and yanked against the tape and ropes that held him in the seat.

"Well only one of us has a gun."

Lindsay had abandoned the apartment. She couldn't stand to sleep in that bed and walk around that space knowing everything had been a lie. The emails dated back for at least a year, that's how long he had been stringing her along. Lindsay knew her work was hardly suffering but she hated the idea of being so unfocused on her job. Work was supposed to be a distraction from her declining relationship with Jesse but now all she could think about was what he had done. Now she couldn't even go and see Damon and talk about it, he always listened to her.

It was late when she arrived at the office, everyone had gone home for the day but she needed to work.

She needed to focus on something else.

"Hello, Ms. Dwyer, we need to talk."

"Who are you?" Lindsay asked, she looked up from her work to stare at a tall woman. She had long black hair, very pale skin and blue eyes.

"Penelope. Penelope Smith."

"Oh. Her." Lindsay sighed and offered her a seat. "What is it?"

"I would imagine that since this is a law firm you would be more professional."

"Jesse was cheating on me with you, or vice versa. To be honest at this point I'm beyond tired of thinking about it and dealing with it. Let's be honest with each other, from the way you've humbled yourself and came all the way here just to talk to me it has little to do with this law firm. So, Ms. Penelope Smith, what do you want?" Penelope smirked and crossed her legs.

"You're good, not good enough, but good. Jesse is missing."

"And?" Lindsay said, she wondered if Penelope was going to add anything else to that statement. From the shocked look on her face and the way she somehow became paler meant she wasn't expecting this response. "Was I supposed to drop what I was doing and look for him? Did you honestly expect me to help you find him?." Lindsay piled some papers into her briefcase, "You're not as good as you think, Penelope Smith."

"You have to-"

"I don't have to do anything, now get out of my office."

"He's missing! You can't just sit here and do nothing, I need your help!" Penelope yelled, Lindsay pressed a button and two large guards showed up moments later. "You're kicking me out?!"

"Goodbye, Ms. Smith."