Two weeks has passed since the encounter with Damian. Everyone returned to their normal lives except Christopher and Avagay. After all they were most involved in the mission, risking their lives for something they had no information about.

Left with a broken arm, as he suspected, is Chris. Staring at the hospital's ceiling while laying in bed. His arm and feet still holding the marks made by the gunshot wound. He shuffles in bed, while boredom settles in his corner. This wasn't always his condition.

A few days back he had gotten upset about Ava's state blaming it all on himself like he did when she went into a comma. He went out and got drunk at bars, with friends and by himself (eventhough he was on medication).

Robbert and Crystal came to the conclusion everything is on replay, with a little difference. They came in with injuries a bit extra ordinary than the norm. Ava was all covered in blood. They thought she was dead, until they saw her chest moving. The doctors took her quickly letting her out after a couple hours. She is still asleep until this day.

Chris on the other hand, arrived at HQ with blood-stained hands. He limped as he held his arm, entering the building with the help of Mark. He got treatment too and soon woke up after a day.

The days went by uneventfully, each day a burden to him. Ava's last words rang in his ears like a siren. He thought of himself unworthy to receive her apology. One minute it seemed as if all life belonging to her had gone, then he heard she whispered, "I'm sorry". His mended heart shattered like a glass, that was pushed off a high shelf. A million pieces scattered as tears drenched his rock like face. Is this my fate? He questions himself, daily, as if that would make anything better. He remembered it always: her voice, the night scenes. He wanted something to drown it all out: liquor.

Now that has been taken away from him. It kills him, just like it will kill her. 'No, I can't think like this. She'll make it back like last time', he reassured himself. More days went by, he got well with the passing hours. She'll make it back; he kept on telling himself.

In the time all this played out Cindy worked to resolve the case. She learned of her uncle psychopathic theory that all humans can be immortal. He was sure of this and pledged to make a medicine that carried out this function. His late wife was the cause of this. She had an illness that led to her death. It turned him into a mad man, or more like mad doctor/ scientist. He tried to prove his theory by using his 'so called' cure on people, leading to their death.

James his left hand helped with this ensuring that his supply of human testes was available. Cindy too since, she would have been the one to really reinforce it, even though she knew not of his deeds.

She always found some of the cases absurd. However, her trust for her uncle was stronger. She followed his orders like a loyal dog, even though something was definitely off. Especially because when these persons were captured, they were escorted to the cells without questioning, as Damian ordered. After a while when she went back to the cells they were not there. She told Damian and he said he took care of it, or James did.

Now she can see why, it was all for his experiment. Killing innocent people. She scrolled down further into Amelia's research. 'Enrique Live Damian's right hand'. That name she remembered it. Her uncle had sent her on plenty blind dates hoping to find the one for her. She had turned them all down. However, Enrique or Evil as what she called him, by turning his last name. He came to her not as a blind date but as a new agent. She, Enrique and Damian had lunch together, once, where Damian challenged them both to let the other fall for them. They took up the offer, however this was the plan all along. Enrique and Cindy shared interest in most things. Everything went smoothly, they even confessed their love for each other. Well, Cindy did, and Evil followed along with the plan.

As time went by it seemed as everything was fine, however her time was creeping up. And when it came Enrique tried to kill her, she fought for her life winning, of course. However, Enrique got away. She sent out search parties, until her uncle asked for her to drop it. He claimed that he took care of evil.

However here it says 'Enrique Live a resident of UK born in Spain has been working with Damian Fugerson for 10 years since 2000. Damian recruited him from medical school, when he was the head of a hospital. He helped Sir Fugerson by funding him to establish 3 buildings in the UK and 2 buildings in the UK, with his family money. F@X headquarters is one of these buildings and the other labs. The buildings are located on the map below.'

This discovery shocked Cindy: betrayal. All along she was manipulated, used and fooled. Cleopatra is right, they all are pathetic fools trained like dogs to obey orders. Cindy took the recent news to heart. Drinking and smoking to clear her mind. Just as Christopher's, her days went like dust through the air.

After a week she told the persons she trusts about her recent findings. Christopher, Crystal, Robert and Stewart. Stewart had a bit of information on this through his wife, Amelia. However, the story just made sense all these people were his stepping stool.

Back to the recent, Christopher lay thinking about Damian and his deeds. He wishes he could be killed again and again and again. He deserved more than just a bullet to the head and a few scars. He hurt so many, killed so many. His thoughts wonder to Avagay and their moments together. He wishes he wasn't such a dog.

A pale figure lay on the bed, face as soft as quilt. Outside the patient's door comes an old man, with a plate of food in hand. He says 'good afternoon' when he passes someone. He holds a bright smile, even though his daughter lays in a hospital bed, and the doctors claim she won't wake up soon. A tray of food is secured in his hand as he skips down the white colored corridor.

"Stewart", the doctor calls out. He stops and looks in her direction still holding a smile.

"Are you still carrying food in the room for her?", the doctor questions.

"Umm. yes" The doctor walks to him, leaving the counter.

"You know she's in a comma, right? I understand this makes you better. But if you ask me, it makes no sense to save food for a person who won't wake up any time soon-"

"That's where you go wrong doctor. She will wake up soon, and she's going to eat this food. If you don't mind, I'll leave first", Stewart responds. He walks off leaving the doctor in the same space. She turns and looks at him as he walks into the room disappearing behind the white doors.

Stewart sets the tray down on the bed side table, looking over at his daughter. He sighs.

"I know you can do this. Just wake up already", he murmurs as he pouts. He sees her eyes flicker, then opens.

"I told her you would eat this food toady" he rejoices. Ava looks at him a bit weak.

"Hi", she says.

"Welcome back my baby. I love you so much", Stewart greats his daughter. He hugs her tightly as if to crush her bones.

"Dad", she breaths out.

"Oh yeah right. I should get the doctor", he says running out the room.

"wait", Ava calls out.

"Yes"

"Where is Christopher? Is he... is he okay?"

"You guys are so alike. He never stops speaking or asking about you. You just got out of a comma and he's the first thing on your mind. I feel unimportant", he says holding his heart pretending to be hurt.

"oh, dad you're just as important as him. He's just... he's just... um-"

"He's just your bae. I understand. He's in the room next to yours on the left", Stewart grins skipping out the room like a child. Ava looks at the now closed-door mouth wide open.

She shakes her head in disbelieve, then sets her feet off the bed. She unplugs the tubes from her body. Her legs wobble a bit as she sets off to walk, but she gets the hang of it. She escorts herself out the door as she holds on to the wall for support.

She stops and fixes her trashy hair and hospital gown in attempt to look nice for Christopher. She turns the lock slowly, and time moves in sync slowing it process as her heart races. As she opens the door, she sees him on the bed looking up at the celling while paying the cast on his hand. He looks at her and sits up in bed, when she closes the door. The two looks at each other, bubbling in love. It seems as if hours have past till one of them moved.

Avagay rushes to Christopher who opens his arm for her. Her head smacks his chest as her hands make their way around his neck. They inhale each other's smell and smile. Finally, safe. Finally, at home. Finally, in each other's embrace.

Christopher's good hand moves up to Ava's hair. She lifts her head; they look in each other's eyes. Then the so long waited for action is done. Avagay smacks her lips on Chris' tasting his minty breath. She then remembers she haven't brushed her teeth and pulls away.

Christopher pulls her back into the kiss the warmth from his lips emitting unto hers. They kiss passionately, not pulling away from each other to even catch breath. Chris hand moves down to Ava's waist leaving a sparkling trail of warmth behind, she smiles. He drags Ava unto his lap by her waist, as she runs her hands up his chest. His hand leaves her waist tangling in her hair, moving her head to the side, so to get entrance for his tongue. Their tongues meet sending a shock wave through their bodies, unleashing numerous emotions. Their bodies burn for oxygen, causing them to break their kiss. However, the fire for each other left in their eyes showed how much they hated to break apart.

"I love you," Chris breathes out kissing Ava on her forehead, as he rests her head on his chest.

"I love you too," she replies, a smile spreading to her lips. Finally! Just, finally!