Ian Doyle's villa: August 31, 2004
Emily say all by her lonesome on the couch, she had been playing with Sergio but the little kitten became lazy and fell to sleep, something Emily wished for: sleep. She hadn't been sleeping much lately, she was nervous or worried, just trying to figure things out, give herself distance. She wondered if what she was feeling was real love, then she told herself that it had to be. She knew she really loved Ian, she just knew it.
As Emily sat, waiting for Louise to return with her soon-to-be step-son or Ian to return from a deal, she rubbed her stomach. Ian had refused to let her go with him and she didn't know if it was because of him still not trusting her or if it was the fact that she was four months pregnant.
"When are you going too kick sweet heart?" Emily asked her stomach in a quiet mumble, she wanted to feel the little baby girl kick out move just to know she was still there, that she hadn't died. Emily worried about the baby more than she probably should, after all worrying wasn't good for the baby either.
She signed and went to the kitchen to find something to eat, she wasn't hungry but she had to eat something. She decided on dry cereal. Apple Jacks to be exact.
Interpol office: August 31, 2004
Jeremy Wolfe and Tsia Mosley walked in. Jeremy was the first to speak.
"We have a problem." He announced to the other two men.
Clyde and Sean looked at him.
"What do you mean?" Clyde asked as he spoke.
"Emily has actually fallen in love with Doyle." Tsia told him, "she's carrying his child."
Sean stood, "she called yesterday and said he almost figured it out but not to worry."
"She's a traitor." Jeremy was upset.
"Hold on, hold on. How can we be certain Emily is a traitor? We've worked with her for over two years now." Clyde didn't want to believe that Emily would turn against them.
"Doyle knows everything. She told him." Jeremy said in practically a growl.
Clyde stepped to him and Tsia stepped between the two men, "can you two not act like children? Just for five minutes?"
Clyde sighed and stepped away, he went to his desk and rubbed his eyes, he knew that if Emily was a traitor that he was never going to lead a team again.
Tsia, Sean, and Jeremy stood, quietly watching their team's leader. None of them wanted to say what this might mean.
Ian Doyle's villa: August 31, 2004
Emily has just fallen asleep when she heard the door close, she woke but didn't open her eyes. After not hearing her name, well Lauren's name, she knew it wasn't Declan and opened her eyes to see Ian. She smiled at him, "hey." She said in a soft voice.
Ian sat next to her, "hello love." He said softly, gently touching her cheek.
Emily knew the deal must've taken a bad turn by the way Ian was acting. She wishes she had been there, maybe she could have helped. She gently kissed him on the lips before pulling back, "I'm going to make a snack, want something?"
"Sure." Ian stood to help her, even if he hated cooking.