AN: decided to continue with this story, bit late but that's my muse's fault, she keeps on botching to me! BTW because I am a very proper and good girl there are no swear words in this chapter. If you find words similar to swearwords that just MUST be your imagination, I didn't just change a letter or anything. Thanks to my lovely beta readers who fished many a mistake out of this little piece of crop. Namely Chiquinta and Glory_02.

Anyway, chappy 5!

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Cassie sat in her room back home looking out the window. She had about a thousand things to do but couldn't get her mind into that homework mode. She missed him so much! He had her telephone number and had actually called a couple of times, but for some reason he never got 'round to giving her his number. Someone knocked on her door and when she didn't answer walked in.

"I brought you some tea and an apple." Michelle said, and put them on her desk where the math books lay still unopened.

When Cassie didn't answer or even respond Michelle moved and sat down next to her on the bed, looking at the sea and blue skies right outside the window.

"Look Cassie, I just want to be your friend, if you ever need to talk to me, well you know where I'll be." She said, and petted Cassie's brown hair. This was just too demeaning to ignore.

"Yeah, in my dad's bedroom." She snorted.

"Is that what this is about? Your dad has a relationship and you feel so neglected that you are doing stupid things to get his attention back?" Michelle asked.

"Wow you have figured me out... Yes, my whole life revolves around my father! And you must be evil because you are dating him. You haven't even figured out that he doesn't love you at all! He just needs someone warm beside him..." Cassie said, her voice filled with pity and a notch of contempt.

"Don't belittle my relationship with your father like that! He does love me. And you just can't bare that thought can you? That your father loves someone besides you."

"Oh he loves people, he loves his friends, his family, and he has loved several women. And yes he loves me, I am his daughter. But you are just like the rest of them, he likes you, but the moment he needs to talk to someone he won't come to you. And eventually, if you don't dump him first he will have to let you go."

"Listen you little brat, I will not tell you this again! What your father and I have is very special!"

"What? Ran out of arguments so decided name calling would suffice?" Cassie asked, smiling sweetly.

Michelle didn't like being out-witted by a 16 year old, she huffed and puffed and stormed out of the room.

"Moron." Cassie muttered, then went to do her homework, Michelle had proven to be an adequate diversion.

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"DUDE!!!" Sam yelled when Chris pulled up before their new home. It was one huge mansion.

"We're rich this time." Chris smirked. "Come on, let's go inside."

They toured the monstrous house, and had muscle aches from all the walking when they had been through it all.

"So, decided what rooms you want?" Chris asked, letting herself drop down on the couch.

"I want that all marble one with the whirlpool in the adjoining bathroom." Sam said, flopping down next to her mother.

"I want the blue one, with the terrace..." he said, naming the adjoining room to Sam's that by the way also had its own bathroom.

"Alright, I'll take the one across the hall then." Chris said, referring to the master bedroom with a HUGE bed in it.

"So will we have a staff or something?" Sam asked, feeling hungry.

"Yes, we will have a cook, two maids, a couple of security people, Bubba of course, and a cleaner or two... Don't think this means room-service though!"

"Ah come on, once or twice, a nice breakfast in bed..." Tom dreamed on.

"Only if you it means no inconvenience to the staff, they all have jobs you know. Anyway, time to get our new identities out."

Tom and Sam simultaneously groaned.

"I hate twins!" Chris complained.

"Stop complaining and read the thing already." Sam playfully shoved herm other.

"Anthony Samuel Erickson meet your dear sister Antonia Samantha Erickson. For short you will be called, surprise surprise, Tom and Sam! I will be your adoptive mother, now who ever thought of that brilliant bit of fiction? Gwendolyn Kristin Erickson. We seem to be filthy rich and moved after your adoptive father divorced me... Poor me! Well apparently I am crushed..." Tom chuckled "who thought of the name Erickson? What are we a Swedish?"

"We might as well be... Originally that is, or your father originally was... Which makes brilliant sense because I am the only blond in the family."

"Can't we just shoot the father? I hate to explain all that 'my parents are divorced and I feel so crappy about it' stuff." Sam said.

"Nope, can't kill the father, you can just not like him though, or not want to talk about it or whatever."

"Who would name a guy named Anthony, Tom?" Tom asked, quite puzzled.

"Apparently, me and your wicked father." Chris said dryly. "I am named Kristin... That name just sucks."

"And matching names for us, you and our very evil father weren't very original, were you?" Sam snorted.

"Well, what else do you need to know? Ah right, your bank accounts." She handed both of her children a sealed envelope. "You're bank account numbers, passes and codes, you both have one thousand dollar on it and a monthly allowance of 200... Man! You'd better not be spoiled little brats when this ends! Anyway, your drivers licenses are in there too, though all of us have a personal chauffeur."

"Cool!" Sam exclaimed, really starting to like this life. "I wouldn't have a personal hairdresser, would I?"

Chris flipped through the folder she was pulling all the information from.

"Ah, Ilya one of the maids has also been undercover as a hair dresser before... Of all the jobs in the FBI she gets to be a maid and a hairdresser..."

"So all the staff is FBI?" Tom asked.

"Yes they are." Chris nodded.

"Well, that's enough information for me. What do you say Sam, shall we make good use of that completely outfitted and might I add roomy gym we seem to have at our disposal for a spar or two?"

"Anthony Samuel Erickson I think we have a plan... Although.. Ma where are our clothes?"

"Your suitcases are being hauled upstairs as we speak, and the additional wardrobes that have been purchased for your use are being placed in the walk-in closets of your chosen rooms as we speak." Chris said, rolling her eyes at all this luxury. She'd never get her kids back in a trailer park after this.

Sam squealed and raced upstairs, Tom followed slightly slower.

Chris lay down on the bench in her new drawing room and stared at the ceiling. Sam had gotten over their abruptly ended vacation rather quickly but Tom was still unhappy about not seeing Cassie anymore. She wished she could do something about it. But in all honesty she couldn't. Bringing her here would only compromise their cover, endanger Cassie and bring TC back in her life, something she both dreaded and longed for. Besides, the FBI just wouldn't let her if she wanted to anyway.

"MA!" Sam yelled through the intercom "COME SEE THIS!"

With a sigh Chris hauled herself of the incredibly comfortable couch and wondered where Sam's room was again.

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"I suggest you shove that where the sun don't shine." Cassie told Michelle, both were looking severely pissed.

"Now listen to me you little botch! I do not permit such language! And when I tell you to do the dishes you WILL do the frelling dishes!" Michelle yelled at her boyfriends daughter.

"You have no authority over me! You are in MY house ordering ME about? You are one sick little freak!" Cassie felt like sinking her nails into the woman.

"Your mother!" Michelle yelled.

"Michelle!" TC bellowed from the doorway, looking extremely angry.

"Oh! I didn't realize! I'm so sorry Cassie, I never meant to insult your mother!" Michelle yelped, practically bursting out in tears.

"No, just me!" Cassie yelled at her, then raced past her father straight to her room.

"For your information the dishes have already been done. Cassie did them when we went to get the ice-cream." TC calmly said. "Now if you would kindly leave the house, I have to talk to my daughter." He said, still dead calm.

"TC I really am sorry, I'm not used to this you know, I didn't know what to do."

"Don't ever yell at her like that again." TC just said and showed her the door.

When she was gone he went to Cassie's room and softly knocked on the door, he heard sobs on the other side so entered.

"Cass?" He softly asked, and sat down on the bed where she lay crying, he softly rubbed her back. "You shouldn't have yelled at her like that." He said.

"She shouldn't have yelled at me like that!" Cassie sobbed.

"I know, and I told her that, but you should have a little more patience with her. Why didn't you just say you had already done the dishes?"

"Because it was supposed to be a surprise! You were to walk in and find the dishes done and the kitchen clean! She wasn't supposed to order me to do it!"

She clutched her father's shirt and cried against his shoulder.

"Hey, you just have to have a little patience with her, I will make sure she never treats you that badly again." He said, putting his arms around his daughter.

"I love you daddy." Cassie sobbed, returning the hug.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He answered, quite touched. "Do you feel better now?" He asked. She wiped her eyes and nose with her sleeve and nodded. He pulled a face, knowing he was going to have to get that stain out.

"Want to watch a movie?" He then asked.

"Yeah." she agreed "Something with Johnny Depp."

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"Can you get to the bus-stop on Rosing lane at six PM this Wednesday?" Tom asked her.

"Six? I have to eat dinner at six." Cassie answered.

"OK... can you make 7:30 then?"

"Yes... I will have to figure out something to tell my dad though."

"But you will come?" Tom pressed.

"Yes, I will do whatever it takes." She smiled into the phone.

"Good! I can't wait to see you again... I have so much to tell you."

"Shut! I have to go." Cassie hissed into the phone and hung up. Tom stared at the phone for a moment then put it back into the cradle by his bed. He looked up to see Sam standing there.

"What exactly will you tell her?" She asked.

"The truth, she needs to know why, she deserves to know."

"So you are going to continue to see her? Despite mom?"

He shrugged, then nodded.

"It's not just your secret to tell, you will be endangering us all!" Sam said.

"Yeah, Cassie is a super secret mob spy." He sarcastically answered.

"Oh come on! You know as well as I do the less people that know the smaller the risk."

"So, you are forbidding me to tell her? You don't know anything Sam! I really like this girl! I want to continue seeing her and I think she will keep our secret, I trust her!"

"And what if you two break up? And she is so mad that she tells?"

"Cassie wouldn't do that, besides, she wouldn't know who to tell!"

"It's relatively easy to find out if you have the proper incentive, Besides she could just tell one of her friends who tells another one of her friends and before you know it we are dead."

"You are over exaggerating. Now are you going to tell mom?"

"I'm no snitch." She growled, then walked out of his room, feeling deep in her heart that nothing good would come of this.