This is technically the last chapter but I will be posting a epilogue also. Please leave your reviews.

CHAPTER 11

Happily Ever After?

"No…" Will stood motionless in the middle of the room, forgetting about his wounds and Angelina's dead body bleeding out beside him because the woman he'd loved and thought was dead now stood before him. "Emma?"

"Hey," she offered a feeble smile, tucking her gun into the back of her pants.

Will didn't know what to say or even where to begin, so he did the one thing he should've done a long time ago. He covered the distance between them, cupping her beautiful face in his hands pressing his lips against hers. Her arms snaked around his waist so she could press her warm slender form against his as everything around them faded away.

Their lips parted but their foreheads remained touching.

"Why the secrets?"

"I couldn't risk anything happening to you or my family." Emma replied, her lips curving as Will's fingers caressed the back of her neck. "Angelina had her people watching them, but I couldn't bring myself to betray you or Ethan."

"I should be angry with you,"

"I wouldn't blame you if you were,"

"It killed me to see you like that…I thought I'd lost you for good." He admitted quietly, touching her chin as she motioned to look away. "I love you, more than anything Emma."

"I love you too." She smiled.

Will reluctantly tore himself from her embrace, glancing at Angelina's body. "What should we do about her?"

"I've already called Ethan; he has a team on their way to clean up the mess. You should pack a bag; we need to leave before they arrive."

He nodded quickly walking into the bedroom where he picked up his already packed bag – something he always had in the wardrobe in case a mission came up. He snatched up his wallet and phone off the bedside table before pulling on the clothes at the end of the bed. He marched back into the main room where he found Emma lingering by the front door.

"The team will be here in five minutes, so we need to move." She stated glancing at her watch and then him.

"Alright," he tugged the photo of him and Emma off the fridge, stuffing it into his back pocket as he followed Emma into the dim lit hallway.

They passed the elevator and took the emergency exit stairs instead, quietly descending to the ground level before walking out into the early dawn light. There was a car parked in front of the building and Emma extended her hand, unlocking the doors so they could make their escape. It wasn't until the apartment building had disappeared from view that Will finally spoke up.

"Where are we going?"

"My apartment, it's on the other side of the city."

"Wait…you've been here the whole time?"

She glanced sheepishly at him, "I needed to make sure you were safe."

"I was safe," he muttered rolling his eyes. "Until tonight."

"I left Genoa that night, and kept an eye on my family until I found out Angelina was here." Emma explained quietly, keeping her eyes on the road knowing if she looked at Will she might just cry. It wasn't easy watching him suffer from afar, not being able to talk or touch him. "She didn't give a damn about the team or my family, she just wanted you."

"She knew you were still alive, she told me so."

"I don't know how, when the crew picked me up I was still unconscious. Maybe she saw me leaving the motel," she shrugged. "I didn't know she'd escape until I got to the States, Ethan was –"

"Ethan knew too!"

"I asked him to help me." Emma glanced at Will discovering his wide eyes upon her. "I'm sorry."
Nothing more was said for the rest of the drive to Emma's apartment, and by the time they arrived there the sky was tainted in the glow of morning sunlight. Emma led the way, Will following her into a tidy one bedroom apartment.

Will dropped his bag on the floor as Emma grabbed a First Aid Kit from the kitchen, motioning him to sit on the stool in front of the counter.

"Let me check out that cut on your arm,"

Will set his arm on the counter and allowed her to inspect the damage, gently wiping away the dry and oozing blood to discover the knife cut was gratefully not as deep as she thought. "Good news is that you won't need stitches," she flashed him a smile. "But it'll leave a scar."

"I heard some woman like scars, find them attractive." He grinned as she placed two butterfly stitches over the wound, and then bandaged it for good measure.

"They sure are." She packed up the First Aid Kit and put it back under the sink before tossing the bandaged packaging in the bin.

"Do you have some painkillers?"

"Sure," Emma left to grab some medication from the bathroom, placing them in Will's hand before getting him a glass of water.

She found herself cleaning the dishes in the sink, just to keep her hands busy. With her back to Will she didn't notice when he slipped off the stool and came up behind her, his arms enfolding her body. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies, a strange feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm so sorry Will," she whispered. "I never meant to hurt you."

"You were trying to protect us," she turned round in his hold, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as she studied his handsome features. "I would've done the same thing y'know,"

"I know." She brushed her nose against his lips as his arms held her tightly against him. "But I don't want this life anymore; I don't want to have to choose between the people I love and my job."

"You don't have to; we'll make a fresh start,"

"You and me?"

"Yeah," he kissed her nose and then lips. "'Cause I love you."

"I love you too Will."