I didn't know so many of you liked rom-coms. Leave logic here.

"You do realize you don't HAVE to come with me." Holly explains for the fifth time, and for the fifth time you cut her mid-sentence. You really couldn't bear the whole self-sacrificing speech you were sure Holly had ready. Besides you couldn't leave her like that. You were evil, not inhuman.

"So, what's the stuff we need?" you go over again with Holly, for the millionth time, and you know she would probably pull your hair out if you weren't on a rather crowded train.

"Flight Tickets. A laptop. Clothes. Phones. Those seem to be the bare necessities we'll need in Dawson." she lists out, and you're busy thinking about one more very crucial addition to that list as the train pulls into the station.

"We don't have much time to get out of here." you explain, remembering Oliver's instruction to get out of Winnipeg in a day.

This is going to be a long day.

Remembering that you've got Chloe's credit card, you grin to yourself. Well let's make it worthwhile.

After managing to buy a laptop and a portable hard-disk, (along with a few computer games you sneaked to the counter.), the two of you somehow agreed that you needed to get to a hotel at least for a while.

"Let's go to the Inn at the Forks." you decide, directing the cab driver to one of the most luxurious hotels in the city.

"Are you sure we have enough money for that honey?" Holly asks, rather surprised at your extravagance. You on the other hand really wish Holly would cut it with the wife act.

"I'm sure Oliver has arranged something with the bank. And till then we're staying in style. Dear." Gosh who knew it was so hard to be married.

Literally running to the room, Holly immediately sets up the laptop. Apparently she had a lot of data she needed to retrieve and she had promised to do so via a proxy server and to not contact anyone in the process. You, on the other hand, needed to get on to purchase your urgent need.

"Okay, I'll book the tickets out of here." Holly mutters, madly typing away at the laptop.

"You stay here at the hotel and do not go anywhere. I'll go out and get us some phones and let Oliver know where we're at. And some shoes. Meanwhile once your data whatever is synced - do something about your hair."

"What? Why?" she asks indignantly.

"Just do something that it isn't so obvious it is you." you hurriedly explain - trying to rush out as quickly as you can.

"So cut it like yours?" she jibes, still not looking up from the laptop.

"No, I like it long." you blurt out, before you can stop yourself.

"What?" At that, Holly turned her head to look at you as if you were insane.

"Well - it is nice and -"you drawl out, racking your brain for any acceptable words to use.

"You sure you haven't got a hair fetish or something?" Holly asks, rather concerned.

"What? NO!"

"You did manage a wig of hair that looked a lot like mine with relative ease..."Holly rambles on.

"NO - just." you groan, dragging your palm down your face in exasperation. "Just look - get some bangs or color it or get some highlights. I've gotta go." you state before running out the door and absolutely stumped about where to get the next item of your checklist.

You managed a phone and after establishing a secure connection with Oliver, and he had given you a very obvious place to get what you're looking for. But the prospect of actually heading there and doing that seemed harsh. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Walking into the old antique store, which you were told was actually a front for black-market goods, you were supposed to make a very twisted deal and hope to get away with it too. So, you're fidgeting and trying to be on guard so that the Don's men didn't smell a rat.

And when the head of the Mafia herself does walk out, you're gulping quite loud.

"What can I do for you?" she asks in her husky voice and you don't waste time in snapping back into character. But you're too curious at same time.

"What are you doing here Godmother? I thought you were in Toronto." you manage, hoping your nervousness wasn't that obvious.

"Well I was in Toronto. Till this hippie forensic pathologist found some critical evidence against me - so I've had to retire back to home territory for a while, while my boys take care of her." The Godmother had her way of enunciating potentially spine-chilling words just enough to get her point across. On the whole - very intimidating. You aren't exactly sure why - but your reaction to that is to laugh, and you're trying your best to choke down your laughter - except that's even harder and you end up laughing this nervous laughter. The Don however, begins her laugh seeing you laugh, and this awkward laughter continues for a whole minute.

"So, you're just managing the ol' antique shop till then?" you joke through your laughter, all the while painfully nervous inside.

"Ah it's something to pass the time. Plus keeps my hands clean. " The Don smiles back at you. Well if she didn't have her men abduct you - you're sure you would have been quite good friends.

"So what is it you're looking for?"

"A Glock 17."

The Don does prick her ears at that. Normally cute blondes didn't go about asking for black-market firearms.

"If you need any protection you know where to come to." The Don suggests, and you can see the irony in that. The Don offering you safety from the Don. Very ironic indeed.

"It's no problem Godmother - it's not for me - it's for my sister. She's needs a bit of help getting away from a stalker boyfriend." you spit out as if rehearsed. Wait why did I do that?

The Don nods, understanding, and is about to disappear behind closed doors to get you the gun, except you've got another request to ask of her.

"I will be travelling with her tonight Godmother. We're flying out of here." you explain, and she seems to get what it is you are asking of her at once.

"So you need it delivered beyond the security checkpoint." she states and you nod in reply. You've sweat through your shirt, with all the nerves from this conversation.

"That is going to cost you a lot."

"I'll pay whatever it takes Godmother." hoping this was buttering up the Don to actually come through. You would have kissed her ring if you could, you're that desperate.

By some stroke of luck, she agrees - and goes on to tell you where exactly to meet one of her men to get the gun. Settling everything with her and as you're about to leave the little store, you can't help but ask another question.

"The hippie pathologist - now that you're here - you don't have to kill her anymore - right?" you ask, hopeful that the answer would give you some hope as to getting back home soon.

"I don't have to. But I would like to." she replies with this little twinkle in her eye and that's was the single most spine chilling thing you've ever heard.

"She drove me out of my own city and has made me hole up here. No one drives me out of my city." the Don finishes, her tone swiftly changing from jovial to menacing. Your palm is wet enough that the door almost slides out of your grip.

"Well - Good Luck to her." you smile back with all you've got before stumbling out of the store.

Good luck to her indeed.

You rush back to the hotel having no intention of breathing a word of what happened to Holly. Holly by now had gotten herself a very neat haircut - with front fringes trimmed to right above her brows and dense golden highlights - on the whole looking remarkably different from how you left her. Running around through the nearby mall for a couple of clothes, a huge pair of sunglasses, baseball caps, a handbag and a suitcase - finally after packing everything up - the two of you shared a sumptuous and rather silent meal at the extravagant hotel. You can almost picture Oliver trying to mentally strangle you for spending so much money - but if you're going to spend the next few weeks in Dawson, you weren't going softly.

At the end of it all - the two of you ended up here, waiting for your flight at the airport. Well technically you waiting for something far more important.

After getting a message to meet the guy who was supposed to handover the goods, you urge Holly to play along with whatever you were doing. But why was your 'wife' going to do that ever.

"What is going on Gail?" Holly bites out, clearly annoyed at all this. She had been hoping for a quiet evening of soaking up the fact that all this was actually happening.

"Just follow my lead, and wear your sunglasses." you plead, dragging her out to this rather deserted wing of the airport.

"It's night Gail."

"It's to hide your face, genius." you snap back, hoping there were no officers thinking any of this suspicious. Holly rolls her eyes and pulls on the sunglasses anyway.

As you're trying to get to the arranged meeting spot however, you spot a security officer right walking right towards the place and you immediately pull Holly to a nearby wall.

"What are you doing!" Holly exclaims, and for once you wish this woman would just listen to what you were saying.

"Be quiet!" you whisper as fiercely as you can, hoping the officer would go away soon, except he seems to be approaching you instead.

Oh damn.

"Could you just - "

The rest of Holly's words are lost, as you've pulled her into a deep kiss, hoping and praying that would get the officer out of here and effectively keep Holly quiet. And as long you're kissing Holly, you were going to enjoy it.

The officer just takes a peak at the two of you and walks back to the spot you were supposed to meet the guy at and you groan as Holly pushes you away from her. You're too busy trying to pick up your phone that appears to have received another message.

"Wait, this says the guy's here."

"WHAT GUY GAIL!" Holly asks, clearly annoyed at everything going on, till you realize that the officer himself must be one of the Don's men.

OOOOOH.

"Just come along." you urge Holly, pulling her and rushing to meet the guy. Holly does decide to keep quiet after seeing the officer.

"You Chloe? The officer asks you and you nod. As stupid as you had been, you weren't dumb enough to give the Don your real name.

The officer pulls out the Glock from his holster and hands it to you - and you grab it and shove it in your coat before nodding again to him. Holly on the other hand, was quite visibly stunned on seeing the gun.

"Were you making out with your sister?" The officer asks, rather surprised. And you've mentally slapped yourself for coming up with that story for the Godmother. Holly was still too flabbergasted to say anything.

"No! This is my girlfriend - who I'm saying goodbye to. My sister's waiting over at the terminal." you manage with a little smile and the officer seems to accept that answer somehow and leaves the two of you alone. You manage to stuff the gun into Holly's bag, while dragging Holly back to the terminal. Somewhere along the way, Holly did manage to get her voice back.

"Why did you buy a gun Gail!"

"Can you keep your voice down dear? This is an airport." That gets Holly to switch to a fierce whisper.

"What are you doing with a freaking gun Gail!"

"Well if I'm going to have to protect you - I'm not doing it without a weapon."

"You are insane. And we're going to get on a plane with this!" she rambles on, her voice slowly becoming louder.

"Shhh."

"Don't shush me!" she yells, making quite a lot of heads turn at the airport.

"Yes dear. Now please calm down. "you beg, exhausted with all the rushing through the day. Holly on the other hand just turns the other way with a huff. She's clutching her bag way too tight, wrapping her head around what was going on - and apparently not knowing that the gun was inside.

"Don't clutch your bag so tight dear, Glocks don't have a safety." you softly whisper, before she swallows a shriek and stuffs the bag in your hands.

Well this was going to be a fun flight.