I'm so sorry for the late update! Here's another FLASHBACK.

She took a deep breath, taking in every little detail of this moment – the smell, the sounds, the way she felt. Walking down the quiet streets of Amsterdam at sundown wasn't something you did every day –it was something you had to enjoy thoroughly. She couldn't believe she just did it. Her meeting with Kubra's men went silky smooth. They were impressed with the work she'd done in her area and could really use someone with her talents to run Europe the same way. She would be working together with a small team led by her. The headquarters were located in Amsterdam. They gave her an apartment in the ancient city center. She threw the keys of her new apartment in the air and caught them with a grin. Everything was going so fricking well, it was near impossible to believe.

She couldn't wait to call Alex to tell her the good news about their new home. However, she had to be careful with the phones she used. There was a strict set of rules in the organization about the use of cellphones – if you used one particular phone too long, you could blow up the whole business. So she decided to wait. Alex knew how these things worked and wouldn't be worried if she didn't hear anything for a few days. Still, Grey couldn't wait to hear her girl's voice again.

Right after they delivered the good news to her, she made arrangements to get her own stuff flown over. She hired a company who would help Alex with packing everything they needed and transporting it to the Netherlands. Their apartment was already furnished, but she just couldn't leave all of her old stuff behind. There were some things that held too many memories to throw away. The company promised her that her belongings would be there in about 5 days. But she didn't really care about her stuff. The only thing she was so anxious to see, was Alex. It felt horrible to be without the beautiful woman for this long.

When she finally reached the house that was supposed to be theirs, she couldn't believe how beautiful their street was – all of the houses were something that could be seen as typical old houses in Amsterdam and they looked out at the canal. She went in and thanked God that there was an elevator, as she had to go to the 4th floor and her legs were exhausted from all the walking. Standing in front of the front door, she paused for a second. She didn't know what to expect on the other side and she was actually a little bit nervous about her new home. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Her eyes went wide and her jaw almost dropped to the floor. She was looking at an amazing decorated and incredibly spacious house. The floors were the original wooden floors that had been there since the day the house was build and the walls were white but filled with all sorts of paintings. The living room consisted of a very comfy looking couch and two soft chairs and a flat screen TV that was worthy of the name 'Home Cinema'. There was this huge bookcase filled with all sorts of books. The kitchen was very modern in comparison to the rest of the house – the cupboards were black and the countertop was made of white marble. The kitchen was filled with all kinds of kitchen gadgets. Grey enjoyed exploring the house - every time she entered a room she was surprised by the beauty and magnificence of it. Their new bed looked like it was sent down from heaven and she couldn't wait to sleep in it.. amongst other things. There was a huge office that was clearly designed to be the main place she would be working from. And last but not least, the apartment gave access to this amazing rooftop garden with a view to die for.

"I think we're going to be just fine here." Grey said to herself, with a bright smile on her face.

Life in Amsterdam was something she had to get used to. The people were nice and they spoke perfect English, but she couldn't believe the amount of bikes in the city. Every time she left the house she had to be careful not to be hit by at least 10 of them. She wouldn't begin work until Alex got there, so she took her time exploring the city. It was full of culture and fun things to do. She tried several coffee places, just to know which one to go to when Alex got here. She wanted Alex to feel at home. She would do anything to make that woman happy.

She bought a cheap ass prepaid phone in the city so she could call Alex, finally. But when she tried, it went to voicemail. She tried several times. No answer. Grey frowned. She thought Alex would've been anxious to hear from her after all this time. Maybe she was busy or sleeping. She wrote her a text.

TO ALEX: Hi Alex, everything's okay here. You should expect some people to drop by the house tomorrow, cause WE'RE MOVING TO AMSTERDAM! Can't wait to see you. Your plane leaves in 4 days. Call me when you see this. Love, Grey.

She'd probably hear from Alex within the next few hours.

TO ALEX: Alex? I'm getting worried. Please, call me if you read this. I love you, Grey.

Nothing.

Grey was pacing the room, constantly looking at her phone. It wasn't the first time they couldn't reach each other for longer than a few days, but she had this terrible feeling that something went horribly wrong.

Her stuff would be arriving today, as well as her girlfriend she hoped. Her flight should have landed 45 minutes ago. She could be knocking at their door every second now. Grey checked her phone again. Nothing. She had been feeling nauseas for 3 days. Every time she picked up a book she would be reading the same line a thousand times, not able to concentrate for longer than a minute or so. She really had nothing to worry about, she told herself. Kubra should have informed Alex about their reassignment to Europe by now and she should be on her way here even if she didn't hear anything from Grey.

She had been staring at the window lost in her thoughts, when the doorbell rang. Quickly, she ran to the intercom system, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Hello?" Grey said hopeful.

"Yeah this is Jackson, from the moving service." A man growled.

"Oh, yes. Of course." She said politely, while pressing the button to open the door.

She hung up the phone slowly. Surely, Alex couldn't ring the doorbell because she was too busy commanding everyone downstairs – a typical Alex thing to do. A smile crept up her face. Finally, her team would be complete again.

She heard some rumbling on the hallway, so she opened her door. Jackson's people came in with a lot of boxes filled with her belongings. She even saw the carpet she loved so much – her feet always got cold on these kind of wooden floors. She couldn't believe she had this much stuff, even without the furniture.

After 20 minutes of chaos, Jackson told her that everything was there.

"Alex didn't drive with you from the airport?" Grey asked, her fear growing by the minute.

"No, she helped us pack everything and load it in the van, but she didn't say anything about the journey here." Jackson told her. "She did order me to tell you that you should open the box with the books in it first."

Grey frowned and shook her head. "Why?"

"I haven't got a clue, ma'am." Jackson said in his low voice. "I'm just following orders."

She thanked the men and walked them out. When they were gone she stood there with her back against the door. What the hell was happening here? Where the fuck was Alex? Why didn't she contact Grey?

She walked to the boxes that were stacked in the living room with sheer determination. She was going to find out what happened to Alex. She had to know what was going on. After a lot of digging she found the box full of books. She looked at it, suddenly afraid of what she would find in there. She ripped it open with such force, that something flew out. An envelope.

Grey frowned and picked up the envelope and turned it around in her hand.

Mathilda Grey

She truly hated that name. She was sure that the letter was from Alex, since she was the only one who even knew her first name. She opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

She looked at the letters written on the paper. There were just a few words, but the impact they had were immense.

I'm so, so sorry.

Alex.