This chapter is only about Alex and Kate...

Alex had had enough trouble in his life and wants to try it with the truth...perhaps this would be one of the situations where truth can be fatal...

Chapter 4

It was after school and Katelyn and Alex went home together to Alex little apartment. They put down their school bags.

'My dad counts on me that we do homework', Kate moaned.

'Later', Alex sat and pushed her gently to the couch. 'Sit down', he said and sat down as well.

'What's up, Alex?', she asked.

'I need to talk to you', he said and tried to read her mind. Her eyes showed nothing, just black. She was hard to read. Could he really trust her? But he just couldn't imagine this girl doing anything wrong in her life. Such a shame she had such a father. He really liked her. He didn't want to destroy his relationship. Friendships had been destroyed to often in his life just because of lies. He had to tell her the truth and ask the truth from her, too.

'Kate, I need to talk to you', he started. She looked puzzled. So far so good.

'Alex, why-'

'I just have to tell you something', he said. He really, really loved her. She was so cute, looked so innocent. He didn't know how much blood already painted her hands.

'You know that I was born in Britain and that I moved to America over two years ago when I was fifteen. But there is something you don't know about me or about what happened in Britain. I did not tell you the full truth about me.' He took a deep breath. She didn't say anything, just looked at him.

'My father was a British spy and got killed a lot of years ago. I was raised by my uncle Ian and his housekeeper Jack. After Ian was shot she looked after me. But my uncle Ian also worked for British government, as I found out later. And then British MI6 wanted me…to work for them, too.'

'You work for MI6?', she asked puzzled.

'I worked. I did several things for them until I left with fourteen and finally quit with fifteen. I moved to American with my those-days-girlfriend.' He remembered Sabina. All his past passed his eyes once more. He never wanted to see those pictures again.

'You worked for British Intelligence service?', she asked.

'I'm sorry. I wasn't allowed to tell you and I still am not allowed to', he said sighing.

She took it astonishing calm. He already noticed that she was very self-disciplined. 'Then…why are you telling me now?', she asked.

He tried to find signs for confusions in her eyes but only her voice showed how confused she was. Her eyes were black, emotionless. 'Have I ever told you that your eyes sometimes scare me?', he said being lost in her dark eyes.

'I love you', she just said and bend over to kiss him. 'Now, shouldn't you kill me now that you told me, Mr. Bond?', she asked.

'You're making fun of it', he muttered.

'I'm not. I believe you. I doubt that most people would do.'

'Do you trust me?'

'Yes, I'd trust you my life', she said. He kissed her again. She was so young, he just couldn't imagine her seeing those things he saw or doing things he did. 'Do you always tell me the truth?', he asked once more.

'Of course. I would never lie to you', she said. 'You?'

'I wouldn't lie to you either. Listen, Kate, I fully trust you and that's the reason why I now tell you something I'm not allowed to ask you.' 'Okay', she nodded. She seemed to be so honest.

'Yesterday, the former director of MI6 in London met me. That was the reason why I went away.'

She nodded and remembered.

'He showed me a file and told me that he wants me for a kind of mission again. This file indicated that your father would be a wanted Al Qaeda terrorist. He wants me to use you to get more information about him. Do you know anything about this?', he asked.

He took a deep breath as he hadn't done between those sentences.

Kate sighed. 'God', she murmured.

'Is that true? Kate, I need you to be honest. Please, tell me', Alex begged. Kate looked down. 'Hey, look at me.' With his hand he pushed her neck up and she looked at him. She looked sad. 'You know something', he said silently, shocked.

'He doesn't tell me anything about his work', she explained slowly. 'I just know that he does something illegal. But we're Israeli, why would he be working for Al Qaeda then?', she asked.

'You don't know more?', Alex asked hopefully. He had pity with her. She had a criminal father and nothing was her fault.

'Alex, my mum died when I was two and I was raised by my father in Israel. I just grew up with it that he met people and made contracts. He never told me anything exact about it. But I would have never suggested-'

'It's just a guesswork of NCIS, FBI and MI6.'

'FBI? NCIS? They're all after my father?', she asked.

Alex sighed. He was right. She obviously knew nothing. 'What exactly do you know?', he asked slowly.

'My father is working for any kind of crime cell in San Francisco. I don't know if it's a terroristic cell or arms trade or specialized in contract killing. I know where they meet and when because my dad took me there sometimes but I was never allowed into their meetings. Also because there are no women there. I know that my daddy stays in contact with people in Asia. I often hear him talking in Arabic.'

'You speak Arabic?', he asked.

She nodded. 'But he always changes the room when I enter. When I ask him he says that he doesn't want to get me involved, not yet.'

'Why did you move to America?'

'When we lived in Israel he often had to go abroad for some missions. When I was thirteen he said that I was allowed to come with him because he planned to stay there for one or two months. I went to school there and one night my father got home and said that we need to move on. We packed our things and we came here to Malibu. He never told me when we would return to Israel and it only took me a month to realize that it wouldn't happen so soon.'

'Why?'

'I assume a mission went wrong and he needed to hide', she said openly.

Alex was surprised. She bent over and her face came closer to his. 'Alex, I am no fool. I know that my father is a criminal and I have to live with it. I don't like it either but I never had a choice. I learnt not to ask. He didn't want to lead me into danger and I accepted.'

She thought for a while. 'Sometimes I followed him when he went to 'work'. I saw the people he met with. Caught up a few word about what they talked. Tried to convince my father to tell me more and he always answered with 'later'. But that he works for the biggest actual terroristic organization in the world-'

'Kate, you need to believe me.'

She sighed. She looked at him and she kissed him.

'I want to help you', she said.

'Are you sure?'

'What choice do I have? However, I love you. And you told me the truth. You were honest to me and told me anything although we know each other for just half a year. I know my father for my whole life and he never told me anything. And you need my help when you want to find out something.'

'I don't want to bring you in any danger.' Kate laughed. 'My father is a criminal and you don't want to bring me into danger. I think I waited long enough. I am sixteen, perhaps my father will accept that I want to help him.'

'Would you really do this?'

'Spy on my father? Yes, for you. I'm gonna help him. Find out what he is really doing. And I'll tell you.'

She smiled at him and he smiled back.

She was a perfect actor. A perfect liar.

And Alex just didn't know how dangerous she really was.

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