That night, Kenny did something he had never done before. After Caitlin had left the house, he did the same and headed for a tollbooth.
"Code 75131589, requesting immediate call back at this number from Frank Paterson".
He hung up the phone and waited. A few minutes later, it rang and he picked it up immediately.
"Special Agent Rixton, what can I do for you"?
"Sir, I think that Special Agent Voight is potentially on the verge of blowing our cover due to emotional instability".
"We'll have Agent Carson determine the validity of your concern. Until further notice, you are to continue this operation as if nothing has changed".
"Copy that. Over and out".
Kenny left the phonebooth and headed back to the house. Once he was there, he took out his phone and texted Caitlin. "Where are you"?
Caitlin caressed Alvin's bare chest as her head laid on it.
"You've been very quiet tonight", said Alvin as his hand trailed down her back. "Something is worrying you, I can tell".
Caitlin prompted her head on her hand and looked at him. "Marcello wants me to kill an FBI Agent. This is our chance to catch him and put him behind bars".
"That's a good thing isn't it"?
"That's what I thought, but Kenny seems to think it's a bit premature. He doesn't want me to request a wire, he feels we need more time".
"And you don't agree".
She removed herself from his chest and lied down on her back next to him. He in turn prompted himself up and looked at her.
"Do you really see us doing this for much longer"?
"What? You mean have sex every night"? he said mockingly.
"No".
"What you don't want to have sex every night"?
"No, I meant I don't want to have to sneak out every night and come here then leave in the morning. Most of all, I don't want to hide".
"I don't want to hide either but I don't want it to interfere with your operation. If we need to keep doing this awhile longer, then I'm OK with that". He paused and looked at her. "I'm not going anywhere Cat".
"I know".
"Speaking of hiding, you do know that when we stop, all hell is going to break loose right"?
She said nothing but didn't think anything less of it. She knew what he meant. She knew he was talking about Hank and the others. How they would not necessarily understand what they felt for each other or had. Whether it was their age difference, the fact that they had known each other her entire life, that Hank had, until recently, seen in him a brother, that he had worked with Antonio. The list could obviously go on and on. She had asked herself those same questions but when she answered them in her mind, she never doubted their being together. Maybe he did.
"You think we've made a mistake".
"I didn't say that. I'm just saying that not everyone will see it our way".
"So we're going to let the others dictate our lives? Since when, do you care about what others think"?
"It's not that simple, Cat. What we do has implications on all the people we care about".
She sat up, slipped out of bed and grabbed her clothes.
"Caitlin"?
She put on her jeans, socks, shoes, bra and shirt as he watched helplessly.
"Can we talk about this, please"? he begged her as he sat up in bed, still hoping that she would change her mind.
"We just did. I am not ashamed or embarrassed of us. I never second doubted my choice or my feelings for you, and especially, I didn't weigh in the entire Intelligence Unit when I made those choices. I guess I was the only one".
She walked out of the room and out of the apartment as Alvin felt like his world had just fallen apart. He had just messed everything up.
When Caitlin stepped out in the warm night at 2 o'clock in the morning, she was just as much of a wreck as he was. She had let her guard down, she had let him in and for what? She walked slowly towards the corner of the street, hoping to hail a cab.
A black sedan pulled up and stopped at her level. The window rolled down.
"I think we need to talk Francesca". It was Marcello. He turned the light on inside the car and she saw Vitto in the backseat, with a gun aimed at Kenny. She nodded and joined Vitto and Kenny in the back of the car. With the light turned off and the car moving, Marcello's attention returned to the road as his chauffeur drove away. She quickly weighed her options. If she tried to go for Vitto, the gun might fire and wound Kenny, who was restrained. There was no way, she could send out a message to headquarters. There was only one thing left for her to do. She discreetly took out her mobile phone and texted "911".
Alvin was in the kitchen drowning his misery in his second glass of whiskey when the message came in on his phone. It wasn't until his fourth glass that he headed back to the bedroom and looked at his phone. It was dead. The battery had died. In a half state of insobriety he gave up looking for his charger and fell asleep, not knowing that the one he cared the most for, needed him the most and was maybe putting her own fate in his hands!