A/N: oh my gosh! I'm so mean! i had this done and i hadn't posted it! shame on me! well, here's the new chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 12: Chaos After Calm

Tangled in the sheets, Kirill's arm snaked around Lily's waist as he pulled her toward him, burying his face into her mess of brown hair as they both snuggled deeper into the pillow they were sharing. Lily smiled as she felt his breath tickle the back of her neck and she lifted a leg to hook her foot around his calf and rub it, soothingly.

"Dobroe utro, lyubovnika," (Good morning, lover) he murmured against the nape of her neck, making her giggle.

"Dobroe utro ty, milyĭ mal΄chik," (Good morning to you too, sweet boy) she moaned before feeling him shift then rolling onto her back as he leaned over her, supported on one arm. Neither one of them said anything else as Kirill lifted his free hand to stroke a few strands of hair from her face and she raised a hand to his cheek to glide her finger tips down his neck, slowly. After a few moments of staring, he finally broke their silence.

"You know I have to take care of this, da?" he murmured and Lily's slight smile dropped as she started to chew on her lower lip, their gazes never wavering.

"Da," she sighed with a small nod before asking, "What are you gonna do?"

Kirill scanned her face for a moment, his hand moving to her face to set his palm on her cheek and stroke his thumb softly over her lower lip. He knew she would go along with any plan he might suggest, as long as she had a part to play. She wouldn't let him go in alone, but he'd have to convince her this time. She'd almost been severely hurt a few times already, he was not about to let that happen again if he could help it.

"I'm not sure yet," he finally replied. "But when I figure it out, I want you to promise me that you'll do whatever I tell you, no matter what it is, ponimaete?"

Lily gave a slight frown but nodded and Kirill gave a short nod as well before leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers in a soft, slow kiss, her chin set in the palm of the hand that had been on her cheek. She gave a moan and threaded one hand through his hair as one leg coiled around one of his.

A knock on the door made them both freeze and Kirill slid the hand supporting him under the pillow to feel the cold metal of his gun before nodding to Lily.

"Qui est là?" (Who is it?) she called, neither one moving.

"Room Service," a man called on the other side of the door, making them both frown slightly at each other.

"Did you call room service?" Kirill asked and Lily shook her head. "Get dressed."

Lily nodded but before she moved she called, "Juste un instant."

Kirill climbed off of her to let her climb out of the bed to hurriedly get dressed as he held onto his gun.

"How'd they find us so fast?" Lily hissed, pulling on her pants.

"It doesn't matter," Kirill replied, pulling on his coat and grabbing her shoes and hurrying toward her to grip her arm and drag her into a corner. He shoved her shoes into her hands and ordered, "Stay here."

Lily suddenly stared at the doorway, and Kirill frowned for a split second at her wide-eyed look of terror but instantly turned, aiming his gun at the door. His aim faltered slightly when he met with a face he hadn't expected, and feared the most.

"I'm not armed," Bourne instantly assured him, lifting his hands at his head. Lily glanced between the two as Kirill took his gun in both hands and aimed definitely at the other man, but she frowned at him as his hands shook only slightly.

"You don't need to be armed," Kirill almost shuddered, though his expression was stoic, and Lily couldn't understand his reaction or his hesitation. He'd easily taken out the other men that had been after them, what made this man different?

"I'm not here to kill you," Bourne continued, not moving and keeping his hands up. "I'm here to help you."

"Help?" Kirill snapped back, mockingly and Bourne only gave a mute nod. "What help could you possibly offer?"

"Gretkov's out," Bourne explained, making Kirill lower his gun only slightly as his eyes widened slightly. "He's got men after you, right? I can take Lily somewhere safe-"

"How do you know my name?" Lily breathed, and to her surprise, the man she thought to be an assassin smiled warmly at her, making her frown.

"I've found out a lot about you in the past week," he replied before looking back at Kirill. "I can take her somewhere safe while we take care of your problem."

"We?" Kirill repeated, training his gun on Bourne again. "What 'we'?"

"I can help you, but what you do or don't do to him is your decision, not mine," Bourne replied. "You know the only way to take care of this is to confront Gretkov."

The three were silent as Lily shot her gaze to Kirill's back, his gun still trained on Bourne as the former Treadstone Asset only stared at Kirill, lowering his hands. You could cut the tension with a knife as Kirill stared a burning, green-hazel glare into Bourne's ice blue determined one. The Russian finally lowered his gun as Lily frowned in wonder and couldn't hold in her curiosity in any longer.

"Kirill, who is this guy?" she snapped, tired of being left in the dark.

"Jason Bourne," Kirill replied, not looking at her as she gave a gasp as she looked back at Bourne then to Kirill with a frown as he said, "Where is this place you will keep her safe?"

"Kirill-?" Lily was cut off when he lifted a hand to silence her.

"Back in Moscow," Bourne replied. "Not far from the central hub. It's underground."

Kirill nodded before asking, "There are men waiting for us outside?"

"In the lobby," Bourne nodded, and Kirill turned to Lily as she pulled on her shoes.

"Vy znaete, bur," (You know the drill) he nodded and she returned the gesture, mutely before stepping toward him and taking his hand in hers as he faced Bourne again. "Let's go."

"We'll go out the fire escape," Bourne informed them as he headed out of the room, Kirill dragging Lily behind him as he followed.

Evening...

"Well, it was fun while it lasted," Lily sighed as she and Kirill sat in a Paris restaurant waiting for Bourne to return from…whatever he was doing, he hadn't told them what.

Kirill shot his gaze to her with a frown and asked, "Chto?"

"Our 'vacation'," she muttered, crossing her arms and sitting back in her chair. "Now we're back to this."

Kirill said nothing for a moment as he resumed looking around the restaurant, his expression blank again before he muttered, "You could have stayed in the hotel room."

"And have those jerks that were heading up kill me? No thanks," Lily shot back then smirked, "Besides, you like me too much. Without me you'd just have Bourne to keep you warm at night."

That shot his gaze back at her with a glare as she sat up and forward to lean on the table between them.

"Something I said?"

He only glared at her, saying nothing as she gave a small smirk.

"Trying to set me on fire with that burning stare of yours?" she smirked but Kirill leaned over, faster than lightening and gripped her wrist, making her gasp in surprise, her emerald eyes wide in shock as she stared at him.

"I gave you the choice back in Moscow to come with me or stay there," he reminded her through gritted teeth. "I told you this was how it was going to be and you seemed fine with this. What has changed?"

Lily swallowed as she still stared at him, saying nothing. The truth was her feelings on following him hadn't changed, it was her outlook on it. She'd accepted the fact that they'd be running in the beginning, but after four whole weeks of peace, she'd wondered if they were finally able to relax, maybe work on this relationship…or whatever this bond they had was. What had changed? The answer came to her instantly: Her feelings for the man in front of her.

"Nothing," she finally breathed, tugging her wrist in his grip, but he didn't let go. "Nothing's changed, Kirill. I feel the same way as I did then. I want to-"

She cut herself short and pulled back slightly, but he still didn't let her go as his glare turned to a frown when she looked away from him.

"You want to, what?" he asked, sincerely interested in what she was trying not to say. Her gaze flicked to his for a moment before she tried pulling her wrist from his grip again and he finally let go, allowing her to sit back and gaze at her lap as she rubbed the wrist he'd been holding in a tight grip and he urged, "You want to what, Liliya?"

Lily groaned in hopelessness, looking farther away from him. She couldn't resist him when he called her that. There was just no way around it. It was the same thing when he spoke Russian to her. His voice always hit her like a hammer, and it was all the harder when he did either one of those things.

"I want to be with you, Kirill," she finally replied irritably, not looking at his wide-eyed reaction. "I just thought…we'd have more than four weeks of calm. I guess it was just wishful thinking."

"Liliya-"

"Alright, everything's set," Bourne suddenly stepped next to the table and glanced between the two as Lily kept her gaze in her lap and Kirill only stared at her. "Our flight is in a few hours." He looked to Lily who slowly lifted her gaze to his and he said, "You might wanna cover your hair with your hood until you can dye and cut it."

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in shock as she turned her gaze to Kirill just as the men looked to each other.

"Let's go," Bourne instructed and started for the door as Kirill stood as well, stepping over to take Lily's hand and pull her to her feet.

"He's not serious, is he?" she hissed as he hurried after Bourne with her in tow. "Just like that he expects me to change my appearance? What if I like my hair the way it is? What if I've just gotten it the way I want it?"

"Have you?" Kirill asked just as they stepped into the Parisian streets.

"No," she admitted out of the corner of her mouth. "But he doesn't know that."

Kirill couldn't help but scoff with a small smirk as they met Bourne at a waiting taxi. They all piled in, Bourne sitting in the front and he told the driver where to take them as Kirill and Lily adjusted in the back.

"We could stop at a hair salon, if you're so worried about it," Kirill quipped, and Lily shot a glare at him, making his smirk widen. "Now you are trying to set me on fire with your gaze?"

"It's not about the hair," she snapped before gazing out the window as the cab started moving and she muttered, "It's the principle of the thing."

Kirill gave a sigh and glanced to Bourne, making sure he wasn't watching as he lifted a hand toward Lily and moved some of her loose hair from her shoulder, leaning over as he did to whisper into her ear, "Ya dumayu, budet vyglyadet΄ krasivoĭ s korotkimi volosami, lyubovnik." (I think you would look beautiful with short hair, lover)

Lily gave a soft groan, closing her eyes before she turned her face to meet his gaze, her nose brushing against his as she realized his chest was pressing onto her back, his other hand snaking around her waist. Their lips were close to each other's. So close that she had the urge to kiss him, but she was still irritated with him and Bourne. She would not let the temptation get the better of her. He was trying to get her into a better humor so that she wouldn't bite his head off, and she knew it. She couldn't let him control her…and yet, he was.

"Mogu li ya imet΄ potseluĭ?" (May I have a kiss?) he whispered against her lips and she was done.

She only nodded mutely, closing her eyes again just as his lips met hers and she sighed softly into his mouth. After a brief but satisfying session of Tonsil Hockey, Kirill pulled away for breath and Lily's eyes remained shut as the kiss seemed to go on for a moment before she finally opened her eyes to meet Kirill's gaze again.

"I wish we could have had peace for a while longer," he admitted to her in a whisper. "I was enjoying our game of…how you say? 'Playing house,' da?"

Lily giggled slightly before nodding, "Da."

He nodded and continued, "I'm sorry we must do this again, Liliya. I didn't want this for either of us."

Lily's slight smile dropped as her eyes widened in surprise before she sputtered, "I-It's not really your fault, Kirill. What I said back at the restaurant…I know you can't help it if these guys come after you."

"But Daniel-"

"Don't even think that was your fault," she cut him off, making him frown slightly. "They caught us off guard."

"But I didn't protect you," he replied softly, making Lily's eyes widen a little more at him. "I was supposed to protect you, and instead I got tied to a chair."

"Kirill, stop it," she whispered, pressing her fingertips to his lips, gently. "There's nothing to forgive, but if I told you I forgive you for being tied to the chair, will you stop blaming yourself for that?"

Kirill said nothing for a moment as they only stared at each other, and guilt began to pull at his heart when he saw the tears in her eyes. Her hand fell from his face, but he caught it before it fell away completely and pulled it back to kiss the back of her fingers, his eyes shut tight making Lily give a slight frown before he lowered her hand again and shifted closer.

"Ne plach΄, lyubovnika," (Don't cry, lover) he murmured, making her smile, weakly before she held up a piece of her hair between them

"You think I'd look good with black hair?" she wondered, showing that she was coming around from being angry about it.

Kirill smiled and leaned toward her to nearly growl, "Velikolepnyĭ." (Gorgeous)

Airport...

"Chto s nyeĭ tak dolgo?" (What is taking her so long?) Kirill nearly snarled as he paced in front of Bourne where they stood in front of the airport entrance.

"I told you not to let her go by herself," Bourne reminded, calmly.

"She insisted," Kirill muttered, still pacing.

"I noticed…'milyĭ mal΄chik'," Bourne couldn't help but smirk, making Kirill stop to glare at him. "Does she always get her way when she calls you that?"

Kirill's opened his mouth to reply, but another voice sounded instead.

"Almost always."

The two men looked behind Kirill as a woman with bright emerald eyes and straight, short black-as-night hair that brushed her jaw came up next to him. Kirill continued to stare at her as Lily smiled sweetly at him while slipping her hands around his arm.

"Sorry I'm late," she smiled. "Finding inconspicuous and warm clothes was harder than I thought."

"Our flight leaves in a half hour," Bourne reported, handing the two their tickets. "I was able to get your seats together. I'll meet you at the gate when we get to Moscow."

"Da," Kirill muttered, still staring at her and not seeing Bourne handing him his ticket. Lily glanced between his face and the ticket before taking it from Bourne.

"Thanks," she smiled before looking to Kirill again and tapping his nose with the papers in her hand and sang, "Earth to Kirill? Anybody up there? We gotta get back to Moscow, and we can't do that with your feet nailed to the ground and your eyes glued to me."

Kirill jerked back when she tapped his nose and rubbed it when it itched, making Lily giggle before she pulled him toward the entrance, Bourne leading the way. None of the three said anything as they made their way through the airport, Kirill glancing at Lily and around at their surroundings. He knew he'd feel it if anyone was watching them, he knew Bourne would feel it too…so he could pay more attention to Lily's make-over.

With her hair dyed black, her skin looked paler, which defined her freckles even more than her brunette look had. She wore a long-sleeved shirt with a picture of the Mona Lisa on it under a forest green down jacket with beige, faux-fur lining the hood, blue jeans and the brown boots she seemed to always wear. She looked…different. Far more confident than when they first met, and he couldn't help but wonder when that had happened and why he hadn't noticed it.

"Jeez, do I look that bad?" Lily wondered, combing her fingers through her new hair and Kirill was jolted from his trance by her voice. "I know I look different, but-"

"Net, Liliya," he cut in, pulling his arm from her grasp and slipping it around her shoulders to pull her close and whisper, "Vy otlichno vyglyadet΄, kak budto ya znal, chto ty, lyubovnik." (You look gorgeous, like I knew you would, lover)

Lily looked up at him in mild surprise but soon smiled and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek and whispered, "Spasibo, milyĭ mal΄chik." (Thank you, sweet boy)

A/N: yea, mushy...and YES! i brought back Bourne. once again, my hands had a mind of their own. reviews?