Hola Mis Amigos

I am happy and I don't know why... wait... I... don't... I'm not... happy...

Well now I'm in a bad mood.

Whatever... enjoy the chapter

Please R&R it makes me very very very very very happy (cheer me up)- Hannah

Chapter 14

Stella sat in her office head in hands. The head of MI9 herself had told Stella that what she had done on that mission showed more bravery than running head on into gun fire, some people may have thought about doing what Stella did, but only a few would've had the guts to perform... So why did she feel so awful about it.

She knew exactly why.

Because every time she looked at Frank she saw pure disgust in his eyes. He could never forgive her for what she had done. Even if the man had killed a million people, Frank would never quite look at Stella in the same way. He never thought she was capable of something so... manipulative. He knew she had done some bad things in her time, but to trick a man who was only the way that he was because he had lost his wife and his son in less than a year, into thinking that his son was still alive had to be off the scale of what was acceptable. So as he was sat in his car driving to her office to tell her exactly how he felt about the situation these were the only things he could think about.

The more he mulled it over the more outrageous it seemed, but at the same time he was sympathizing will Stella. Once he actually got to her office and burst through the door without even asking he wasn't sure whether to apologize for giving her the cold shoulder or to scream at he.

"I know your mother was a bit of a handful but, I'm sure she taught you how to knock, Frank" Stella said not even looking up.

"Stella I- um" Frank began. She looked up.

"Yes Frank?" She put her pen down and lent on her hands under her chin. Frank looked confused for a second before he stood up straight and looked her right in the eyes.

"I don't know why I came here" He said with defiance in his voice. "I thought I was going to tell you how bad I thought what you did to Roskip was, and that I will never be able too look at the same and that I feel sick at myself for helping you. But then I looked at it from every angle and I changed my mind. I understand that we had no choice and that I understand that Blane would've died. And I'm sorry for making you feel like it was the equivalent of murder" Frank had tears running down his cheeks.

"Frank you don't have to apologize" Stella said standing up.

"Not that's the thing though. I do, I really do" Frank walked around her desk so that he was stood in front of her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted the way I did"

Stella wiped the tears that were on his cheeks away.

"I should've just..." Frank trailed off.

"Shh" Stella said as she pressed her forehead against his. "You don't have to explain to me" She pulled him into a hug.

"I really am sorry" He mumbled his voice muffled from her shoulder. Stella pushed him up to look up at him. His hands were still on her waist as he began to close the gaps between their faces.

Stella felt his lips press against hers and couldn't help but smile. His lips were familiar to her and she didn't regret feeling them against her own. She hadn't wanted to fall for him again. She thought she had closed that door of her life. She guessed not. She defiantly didn't mind opening it again.

When their lips parted she realized that she was crying with him.

"I love you" Frank whispered wiping her tears away.

"I love you too" She laughed kissing him again.

"So am I forgiven?" Frank asked her. She nodded her answer.

"Stella I was wondering if you could-" Tom began walking straight into the office.

"Tom?!" Stella shouted jumping away from Frank.

"Hey don't stop on my account I'll just, you know, leave you to it" Tom laughed walking out of the office.

"No Tom wait" Stella said. He popped his head around the door. "What did you want?"

"If I'm honest, I've completely forgotten" Tom laughed stepping back into the office.

"Well if you remember don't hesitate to call me" She smiled.

"Well, I don't know, you might be a bit busy tonight" Tom cackled running out of he building. They could still hear him laughing when they saw him getting into his car outside and driving away.

"Ah, Tom, we wouldn't be the same without him would we?" Frank sighed appearing beside her at the window.

"No we wouldn't" Stella closed the curtains in her office, took Frank's hand and left the room.

They got halfway down the corridor when Stella's mobile rung. She looked at the caller ID and sighed.

"Yes Tom?"

"I've remembered what I wanted" He sounded as he he had just discovered something unheard of.

"And what is that?" She asked.

"How soon can you book the day off work?" He asked.

"What for?" Stella was confused.

"So you can watch my ballet recital" Tom said sarcastically. "For Blane and Daisy. They want you there, I mean... If it were me and Neesh I wouldn't want you within 500 square miles... Bloody party pooper" Tom tutted.

"Want me where?!" Stella was rapidly loosing her patience with the boy on the other line.

"At their baby shower-"

"Right stop with the sarcasm and just tell me!" Stella scolded.

"They want us all to go round their for like... I guess you could call it a quiet engagement party" Stella could feel the shrug that he gave.

"Um, I'm free next Wednesday" Stella said.

"Righto then, I'll let them know... and by the way; there's no way I'm keeping your secret" And with that he hung up.

Stella shook her head and continued down the corridor with Frank...