A/N: new chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 16: A Plane Ride Away

"Gotovy, lyubov΄ moya?" (Ready, my love?)

Lily nodded and sat on the sill of the open window across the room from the door. They could still hear the police rummaging around in the room next to them as Lily swung one leg out onto the fire escape balcony. Kirill helped her injured leg over the sill before climbing through it as well and shut the window behind them. Lily leaned on the railing of the stairs as Kirill shoved a hand in one of his pockets to pull out his gun and hand it to her.

She took the gun with a frown, holding it up to examine it before looking to him and asking, "What's this thing on the end?"

"A silencer," Kirill frowned back in wonder as he leaned over the railing to see if anyone was in the alley. "You've seen one before."

"Not on the gun," she reminded him.

"Alright, let's go," he ordered, taking her left arm and supporting her as they started down the fire escape.

"Are we just gonna walk back to the safe house?" Lily wondered as she limped down the stairs.

"I was driven here," he replied, supporting her on her left. "We'll be driven out."

They were silent for the remainder of the journey down the stairs until they reached the bottom, ten feet above the snowy ground below. Kirill helped Lily to lean on the wall next to her and tried to let the ladder down so they could climb down. He jerked and pulled, but it was frozen in its place from lack of use.

Kirill jumped down from the platform, sending Lily to lean over the railing and watch him as he landed on his feet. She sighed in relief when he turned and lifted his hands toward her, beckoning her to jump as she swallowed before letting herself fall and he caught her…sending them both to the ground. Freshly fallen snow blew up like a cloud around them when they landed, Lily on top of Kirill and she couldn't help but start laughing.

"Chto zdes΄ smeshnogo?" (What's so funny?) Kirill groaned as he sat up, Lily in his lap.

"After everything we've been through, you fall from catching me!" Lily laughed as she slid her arms around his neck to kiss his cheek. "It's nice to know you're not completely invincible."

Kirill lifted a brow of unamusment, and shifted her off his lap to stand before helping her up. He supported her on the left as they headed toward the street, Kirill glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was following them. He was sent back to the day he met Lily. Constantly looking over his shoulder, making sure no one was following, and on alert. He suddenly realized that with Gretkov dead, he might have some measure of peace, and might be able to relax…with Lily by his side.

He pulled his hood over his head as they reached the street, Lily bowing her head as they started toward the car across the street. Kirill smirked at the car's position. Bourne hadn't gone anywhere since he dropped off the Russian. The car started and Lily looked to Kirill for guidance, but he just kept marching toward the car. He opened the back door and helped Lily in before climbing in himself.

"Get us out of here before the police come out and try to question us," Kirill warned.

"What's Lily doing here?" Bourne asked, turning into the street to drive off.

"The club isn't safe anymore," Kirill replied. "We'll have to stay in a hotel."

"Is she alright?" Bourne asked, glancing into the mirror.

"I'm fine," Lily assured him. "Other than the shot in my leg, but that was my idea."

Bourne frowned into the rearview mirror and Kirill only shook his head, replying, "Don't ask."

"I told Kirill to shoot me," Lily replied.

"Liliya-"

"He wants to know what happened," she cut into Kirill's objection then continued to tell Bourne what happened.

"You're very calm for just being shot," Bourne noticed when she finished her story.

"Well," Lily sighed, shifting slightly and Kirill helped her get more comfortable. "I've been attacked, nearly raped, held hostage and kidnapped, not to mention I've shot and killed two people. My guess was getting shot was next on the list."

She couldn't help but giggle at the looks of disbelief she got from the men, but she only turned to Kirill and lifted a hand to stroke his face, soothingly.

"Where do you want me to leave you guys?" Bourne asked, taking a turn.

"The airport," Kirill replied. "We need to leave the country."

"Will I ever get to do any sightseeing in Russia?" Lily smirked, leaning back in her seat as Kirill gave a subtle smirk. He knew she was teasing him, and he was glad she was teasing him.

"Where will you go?" Bourne wondered, stopping at a light.

"We should wing it," Lily suggested excitedly. "Just look at the board and catch the first flight we see, no matter where it's going."

"We'll discuss it when we get to the airport," Kirill replied, shifting closer to Lily. She frowned at him in wonder as he slid his arms around her and pulled her close, starting to thread his fingers through her black hair.

"Ya lyublyu tebya, Liliya," (I love you, Liliya) he whispered into her ear, making her smile and slips her arms around him as well.

"Ya tozhe tebya lyublya, Kirill," (I love you too, Kirill) she murmured into his shirt, making him smirk as he set his chin on top of her head to gaze contentedly out the window.

His content smile soon disappeared when he noticed a car pacing them to the left and turned to a frown. Lily seemed to sense something was wrong because she shifted to look up at him with a frown of her own.

"What's wrong?" she asked, when he didn't look down at her.

"Bourne?"

"I see them," he confirmed. "Hold on."

Kirill pushed Lily's head down to duck just as bullets crashed through the glass of the windows and the car swerved to the left. Lily let out a shocked scream as the car turned and more gunshots rang out, whizzing over their heads.

"Give me the gun!" Kirill ordered Lily, and she pulled it out of her pocket without argument.

He quickly took off the silencer and aimed out the window, keeping Lily's head down as he shot at their attackers. Bourne jerked the car to turn left, the car beside them still heading straight. Kirill lowered his gun and peeked up out the window to see if the car would turn to head after them. Police cars were barreling after it, and a few turned to race after them as well.

"Can you lose them?" Kirill asked Bourne as Lily slowly sat up, trembling in shock.

"Yeah," Bourne nodded, and instantly went to swerving down the street.

The police car followed rather well past a few sharp turns, but they hit black ice around a turn which Bourne expertly navigated. The police car behind them, however, spun out of control and swerved up the curb as Bourne took another turn to be sure to lose them.

"We're almost to the airport," Bourne reported. "Lily, you ok?"

Kirill looked to her to see her trembling but she nodded, vigorously.

"She's fine," he replied for her and pulled her into his arms again, trying to still her trembling.

"Here we are," Bourne reported, stopping the car.

Kirill climbed out of the car and helped Lily out, tossing the gun onto the front passenger seat along with Gretkov's knife. Bourne took both things and climbed out of the car himself to walk toward the two.

"Need any more help?" he asked, shoving the weapons into the pockets of his jacket.

"Net," Kirill replied, shaking his head before glancing around at their surroundings. "We'll be fine now. We just have to get out of here."

"Thanks for all the help, Jason," Lily smiled, taking a step toward him and hugging him before limping back toward Kirill who nodded his thanks as well.

"I took care of a loose end that needed tying up last night, by the way," Bourne added, making the couple frown in wonder. "A certain red-head paid me a visit last night. I had no choice but to take her out."

Kirill gave a subtle smirk as he realized he was talking about Penny Hunter and nodded, "Spasibo."

Bourne nodded and started walking down the street to find another car as Kirill and Lily watched him before he took her hand and turned them into the airport. She gave a slight wince when she had to limp after him and he turned to her, remembering her injury. He stepped closer as they still walked through the airport but he slowed his pace.

"Would you like a wheelchair?" he whispered and she glanced to him with a smirk.

"You think I'm that weak, huh?" she murmured back making him smirk in return.

"Of course not," he replied.

They stopped at the flight board and glanced around at what was available.

"Let's try Spain this time," Lily suggested.

"Spain?" Kirill frowned to her

"Yeah, why not?" she shrugged. "I'd rather go there than Japan, to be honest. And going back to France would be…less exciting after living there for four months."

"Why would you say that?" he wondered.

"Nothing's new there now," she shrugged, hugging his arm. "If you don't wanna go there, it's ok."

"That's not it," he replied, looking back to the board to find the next flight. "If that's where you want to go, we will."

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood attention and he whipped his gaze around, making Lily instantly look around as well, recognizing the look on his face. Neither one of them said a word as Kirill pulled Lily toward the counter for their boarding passes, and she tried her best not to limp, not wanting whoever was watching them to see that she was injured.

Lily kept watch for anyone that looked suspicious as Kirill bought their tickets. When finished he gripped her hand and pulled her toward the security checkpoint.

"Our plane is boarding soon," he whispered in her ear, both feeling like they were being followed. "After security, if he is still following us, will you be able to run?"

"Da," Lily nodded in determination, gripping his hand in reassurance and Kirill nodded.

"Horosho," (Good) he nodded. "Follow my lead."

Lily nodded again as they went through security. She was worried they would say something about her leg, but they said nothing and they both passed with flying colors. A man a few people after them, however, had no such luck. Kirill recognized him for what he was and gripped Lily's hand just as she finished pulling on her shoes to pull her toward their gate.

"We'll have to hurry," he murmured, hearing the man behind them giving security a hard time about his concealed gun. "Will you be alright?"

"Don't worry about me," she whispered. "Concentrate on getting us on the plane and I'll concentrate on keeping up. I can do it, too. And you know I can."

"Da," he nodded, gripping her hand a bit tighter. "Davaĭte podnyat΄ temp, to." (Let's pick up the pace, then)

They both started running toward their gate as the man finally made it through security and headed after them. Seeing a shop they could lose their tail in, he slowed his pace, tugging on Lily's hand to make her do so as well and he let go of her hand to grip her arm to bring her close to whisper.

"Go to our gate and wait for me," he whispered, shoving their boarding passes into her hand and she looked at him with wide, frightened eyes.

"What are you gonna do?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Just go," he replied. "He'll follow me, not you."

Lily nodded, know it was useless to argue before he let go of her arm and he turned to head into the shop before they passed it and she kept on walking, heading toward their gate.

As he predicated, the tail followed him. Déjà vu swept over him, but he paid no attention to it as he looked up to see the position of the cameras in the shop. He quickly positioned himself in a blind spot and waited. From the position he'd picked, the tail would nearly pass him, and he could make a surprise attack without being seen by the cameras.

He couldn't help but smirk as the man came around the corner, not seeing Kirill before it was too late. Kirill gripped the man by the arm, spun him, threw another arm around his neck to grip his hair and pulled. A sickening crack signaled the man's neck being broken, but he sensed his work wasn't done yet as the dead tail slid to the floor. He caught the sound of a gun cocking next to his ear instantly reacted.

One of his hands flew up and gripped the wrist of the hand holding the gun to his head and twisted it, pulling it down so he could give the new attacker an elbow to the face and bent him over to connect the man's face with his knee, rendering him unconscious. Kirill picked up the gun and shoved it in his pocket before pulling his hood over his head and stalking out of the shop just as a woman screamed in terror at the bodies on the floor.

At the gate...

Lily sighed as she tapped her foot impatiently, hearing the last call for their flight and praying he was alright as she searched the crowd for him. She gasped in shock when a hand gripped her arm and she thought to struggle until it the man on her arm pulled her toward the gate, yanking the passes from her hand. She recognized the grip on her arm and the voice that spoke to the attendant.

She looked up at Kirill as he still wore his hood over his head and placed a hand on his arm to pull him to the side of the boarding plank as he frowned down at her.

"Tell me the truth," she began as other people passed them to board the plane. "I'll be with you whatever you tell me, but be honest. Will this ever end? Will we ever be…safe?"

Kirill's frown disappeared and he gave a small warm smile, something she never remembered him doing as he lifted a hand to her face and stroked her cheek.

"Da, malen΄kaya," he murmured, pulling her chin up to leave a tender kiss on her lips before murmuring, "Nasha bezopasnost΄ tol΄ko ploskosti yezdy. (Our safety is just a plane ride away)

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