On the way to the airport Emily received a call from her mother, ignoring it as she was driving she waited for it to go to voicemail. Seemed a bit too shouty. Could her mother never be ok with any of Emily's decisions. It was her life, she was an adult. She could think for herself.

Meeting Ian after checking in they greeted with a hug and a gentle, passionate kiss. "This will be great Em" he whispered softly - lovingly. Looking at them, you wouldn't believe they met just one week ago. It was as if they had known each other forever, been in love since they were teenagers.

Boarding the plane together;first kissed him on the cheek before sitting next to him. "Your not scared of flying are you?" Doyle asked her, having a long flight ahead of someone one thing he wasn't prepared for was to comfort her for the duration.

"No. Mom used to travel a lot while I was young, I'm used to flying." She responded smiling before continuing "but if you wanted me to be scared then sure I could pretend."

"Oh no dear em, that's not necessary." He responded, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips before doing his seat belt ready for the plane to set off. Around halfway through the flight Emily started to get tired, yawning she looked at Ian who was on his laptop, probably getting some work done, the purpose of his trip over to Boston was for work after all. Ian smiled at her, inviting her to rest her head onto his shoulder while he continued on with his work. "My dear em" he whispered softly, allowing her to fall asleep on him.

Landing down in Italy the two walked arm in arm, laughing their way through baggage collections and customs. Finally they were out of the airport. Emily smiled and kissed him, gently on the lips. Italy was so beautiful and it was her thank you.

"This part of Italy is so beautiful." She said calmly

"It is. My villa's only about an hour away and I promise you it's even more beautiful there." He told her, putting his arm round her while they walked through the car park to Ian's car.

"Is that even possible?" Emily asked. The places she had been with her other weren't exactly beautiful, they were mainly other big cities.

"Oh trust me Em, it's possible." He told her, opening the door to his black car for her to get in.

"Oh wow, this car!" Emily exclaimed, she didn't have a great knowledge of cars but she knew Ian owned an expensive one,

"I'm glad you like it Em." He replied smiling.

"What exactly is your job?" She asked him, having realised that piece of information had been left out over their weeks worth of conversations.

"well it's very illegal, so you have to be with me if you know or I may be forced to kill you."

Emily laughed, nervously, was he joking or was he seriously a criminal? Her mom would love that. "Tell me. I love you, I wouldn't leave you for being a criminal." She replied, intrigued to know more.

"I'm with the IRA" he told her. "Do you know what that is?" He asked.

"yeah. The Irish Republic army." She responded, slightly shocked. By criminal she thought a bit of theft here and there, not something as big as this.

"So are you with me?" He asked.

"Well I don't really have a choice" she responded laughing, trying not to show her fear.

"Great! Your with me." He replied, relief washing over him. He really didn't want to be forced to kill her. He was already so in love with Emily that he couldn't imagine continuing his life without her.

Driving to the villa, Emily was intrigued by is work. She asked continuous questions, wanting to find out more. If she was going to be in this with him she had to know the answers anyway so it shouldn't annoy him. Ian smiled, answering all the questions, she found this child like behaviour of questioning cute.

Arriving at the villa, Emily was looking out of the window. Ian had been right. It was beautiful. The bright green grass, the beige walls and most of all the lilac freesia's which seemed to grow in abundance on the grounds outside. "I love it!" Emily exclaimed, first site alone, she knew the inside would be just as beautiful.

Heading inside Emily was first introduced to the maid before Ian took her to his room which she would be sharing with him. The walls were beige, and plain. A double bed sat in the middle, the bedding was crisp white. To the right hand side of the room there was a large window, overlooking on the view from the villa. Opposite the bed was the door leading to the en suite, again everything within it was crisp white bar the silver taps and towel rack. Along the back wall of the room towards the left there were two large closets. One left empty for Emily to put her clothes in. The room amazed Emily, as did the rest of the villa. She couldn't quite believe that this would be where she was staying.