Warranted 5

Prentiss tried the nob to the door of Arianthe's apartment; it wouldn't budge. The door was too solid for her to kick in even if she had probable cause, which she didn't. She didn't want Spencer to see her with Aria because he would surely ask questions that she couldn't answer. Instead she leaned in to hear what was being said.

"Spencer I wish you would listen to common sense!"

"I'm in the FBI Aria, safety clearly isn't my thing." He said quietly.

"Fine," she said and Prentiss heard the sound of her body slamming into some sort of chair. "I'll tell you. I grew up in Russia, that's why I speak Russian. My mother was a dancer from japan that my father fell in love with. She killed herself when I was 8. My father was from Sweden. When he was younger he lived on the streets. He went to school and he was brilliant. His teachers loved him. There was something he loved more than school, he loved games. He got himself stuck into the middle of the Swedish Mafia and a nasty street gang. He had himself almost in charge of the gang but he was trying to play games with the Mafia. He got a business degree but his focus was always on the troubles. He became more powerful and he started mixing his corporation with his illicit affairs. He started to travel and spread the arms of his 'business' like a disease. That was how he met my mother. He used her desire to get away from her fate of being trapped in Japan to force her to marry him. It isn't safe for you to be around me anymore, Spencer. My father is none too pleased about this whole ordeal, and I'm afraid you could be in real danger."

Prentiss heard Spencer sigh. "I don't care about the danger! I can take care of myself. I want to be with you, Aria. I want to get to know you more and spend time with you, taking you out and watching random foreign films with you. Please, I don't care what could happen to me, as long as I have you."

Now it was Arianthe's turn to sigh. Every fiber of her being told her that this was a very bad idea. But for once in her life she didn't want to listen to her intuition. She wanted to abandon all reason and follow her heart.

Prentiss had heard enough. She turned and stalked away from the door. Spencer was being foolish. He had no idea what these people were capable of. If Spencer didn't end up dead, she would be shocked. Not that she would ever let that happen. She would talk some sense into him. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Isabelle and Derek were watching a movie while reclined on his couch. It was The Notebook, one of Isabelle's favorites. Derek had reluctantly agreed to watch it with her, though mainly because he wanted to spend time with her, not necessarily see that particular movie.

Isabelle was snuggled up close to him, fitting perfectly in the curve of his arm and resting her head on his chest. "You are so comfortable," Isabelle sighed, breathing in his scent.

"Why did you think I would only want a one night stand, Belle?" Derek's eyebrows were knitted together. Did he really have that much of a reputation?

"I actually had a friend who was one of your… partners once. She warned me about you."

"So you thought that was how I was with every girl?"

"Well it was kind of hard to know for sure. I was hoping you weren't only like that, but I couldn't be sure."

"Just to clear that up, I have actually had some serious relationships. I dated one girl for over a year in high school. I thought she was the one, too, until I found her with one of my friends. Since then, I haven't really been looking for a relationship."

"And now?"

"You are kind of making me want to change my mind about that," Derek smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head. "You make me want a different way of life. I want to settle down and have a family. I have always wanted that, but never really thought I would have it. But now I'm becoming more and more optimistic."

"Why would you think you couldn't have a life like that? You're a perfectly appealing man." Isabelle hugged him closer.

"Well, as you know my reputation precedes me. No one really wanted me to be in a long term relationship with them. They came to me for quickies and one night stands."

"Ahh, I see. Well that's different my reasoning. I just never felt anyone would want me. I didn't feel like I deserved it. I always felt like I wasn't worth being loved."

"Well, don't you ever feel like that again baby girl. Because I want you. I want you to be with me as long as you want to stay. I know it may be too soon to be saying any of this and I hope it doesn't scare you away, but I really do feel something special between us."

"Really? That means a lot to me, Derek. I never really thought I would hear that after my past relationships."

"Well you're hearing it now. So you better believe it."

"I do." Isabelle smiled and kissed him lightly. She was so incredibly happy. Derek made her so incredibly happy.

Prentiss called an old friend for information on Ian Doyle. She had made up her mind on what to do about Arianthe's father, Mr. Kim, if that was even his real name. She would have to meet with Doyle face to face and talk to him about it. She hadn't seen him in years. Since Interpol arrested him that day in France. He was in the wind now. No one knew for sure where he was, no one that was involved in governments anyways. But her friend had contacts that even the FBI didn't. He would surely know where to find Doyle, or how to contact him.

Prentiss was well aware of how much the risk was when meeting with Doyle. If he caught any hint that she was messing around with him, she was as good as dead. She would probably not even be safe after contacting him. Prentiss was sure he couldn't be that fond of her since her infiltration of his arms dealing business. She was the key player in bringing him down, not to mention she had been his fiancée at one point in time. She was definitely playing with fire, but Spencer's safety was worth it.

Sorry its kind of short, but its something! :) review my lovelys!