Ian spent the rest of the day in bed. Depressed. Mourning the loss of his dear Emily. And his son. He didn't think it was possible to miss someone so bad after such a short space of time knowing them and after such a short space of time of them being away. But he did.

I guess that was just confirmation of his love for his new family.

God did he miss them. He hoped and longed for the day he could see them again and prayed that it would be soon.

Though he knew it wouldn't be. They weren't aware of the true nature of this threat yet. Let alone who it was coming from. Ian was well aware there would a a long battle ahead before he could get his family back.

If he got his family back. He couldn't help but think he would get killed. Or even worse them. And he would be left to mourn the loss for the rest of his life. And it would all be his fault to.

His fault for being a weapons dealer. His fault for his earnings being through criminal activity. If they died - his new family. It would be because of him and Ian knew already that he would be unable to shake that guilt.

Emily was his first true love. And part of him was too depressed to move from his bed even to take a pee but the other part of him wanted to fight. Wanted to fight to get her back. And to keep his family safe.

Luckily it was the part of him wanting to fight that won. The next day he made it his mission to find out as much as he could about the threats his organisation were facing. The threats he personally may be facing. His phone conversations were on disposable cells only, he mainly spoke in code and arranged meet ups with others in secret locations. He tried not having any contact at all will Emily for a while but that just hurt too much. So he settled for sending letters and ensured all letters sent back to him from her were to a separate address to the one he lived. An unsuspecting address.

He got the maid to pick them up. In disguise and take a different route home each time. He had to do this. To keep her safe, to ensure whoever was after him didn't get to her.

He knew he could fight but her. She wouldn't know what was coming. Ensuring Emily's safety had to be his top priority despite his too being at risk.

It got to the point where it was too dangerous for him to be living in his villa. People could quite easily see he lived there and target him that way. He had to go completely off the map this time.

Taking his secret stash of cash out from under his bed he lived in a series of motels and hostels. Moving from place to place and often using disguises to ensure that A) he couldn't be followed and B) that he wouldn't get murdered whilst on the move from place to place.

The contact with Emily soon stopped. It had to for his own safety and hers. Not to mention the safety of their 6 month old baby. It worries him not being able to make sure she was alright. It really did. But he knew if they had a chance of reuniting again this was what had to happen.

He just hoped they were both safe.

They weren't.

Emily had been found - connected to Doyle. They had abducted her, taken away her son. tortured her. Waterboarded her, raped her, cut her. All manner of horrible things done just to get her to tell them Doyle's location.

Thing is she would never tell. She would never tell because she didn't know.

She cried and screamed. She was innocent! She knew nothing. Why was this happening? Why had she got herself into this mess in the first place? Why didn't she run? She had a gut instinct that something like this would happen eventually. She just loved him to much for it to stop her from getting with him. Living with him. Accepting his proposal.

There was a part of her that thought there was a chance of them having a normal and safe relationship.

No one even knew she was in trouble. She hadn't really made friends in London and she hadn't had a job.

So there she was. Being tortured to her death over something she knew nothing about, her only hope was that Doyle would find her. Find her before it was too late.