Since Burr had sent Jonathan Pine almost everywhere possible to make sure that he would be able to form emotional attachments and leave, after recruiting him from a hotel in Sweden, where Pine has the Night Manager, to help take down an Arms Dealer, Richard Roper. Pine was all too happy to help take down the man who killed one of the only women he ever love, his sweet Sophie. Burr finally sends Pine to the Bahamas where Pine was to get work at a restaurant called Mama Lou's and where Burr had informed him that he would be meeting someone very important. The only information Pine had gotten about this person was a last name, Smith.

When Pine arrives at the small cottage on the beach walks around and discovers that someone is already living in the cottage. There are a few papers laying on the coffee table, along with a coffee mug. As Pine moves about the cottage, making his way into the kitchen a young woman steps out of the bedroom, wrapped in a towel.

As Pine turns to her she smiles, speaking with an American accent. "Mr. Pine, I presume."

Pine nods and walks close to the young lady, "Yes, Jonathan Pine, I'm guessing you're Smith."

The woman nods, "Phoebe please. I'm guessing Burr didn't tell you you were meeting a woman."

The hotelier smiles as he glances around the room, "Uh… No, she did not."

"Well, I suppose there are worse surprises." Smith drops her towel and reveals a cream colored cozzy under it. "Has Burr told you our cover story yet?"

Pine shifts his glance down and away from Smith. "Uh… No, she has not."

"Well, it seems like Burr isn't telling you a lot of things. What name did you steal to get down here?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Well, Jack Linden killed someone did he not? So who are you now?"

"Oh, umm… Thomas Quince."

"Nice to know what my new last name is." The hotelier looks to Smith rather confused, but doesn't speak. Before long she continues her thought, "Burr is having us pose as a married couple who moved down here, she thinks it will help us work our way into Roper's inner circle if you work on buttering up to Roper and I do the same to his wife."

"Aw," The hotelier nods, "So what is your alias then?"

"Natasha, for now. With your record I'm sure that Roper will change our names soon after we are with his group to keep police out of this hair."

"So, I'm married to a Russian."

"Yes." Smith nods as she puts on a loose, light dress.

"And how did we met?"

Smith gestures to the papers on the table, speaking as Pine looks over them, "We met after I moved to London. The two of us bonding over literature and films."

"Burr really was thought of everything, hasn't she?"

Smith nods, "Yes, everything down to getting out of the conversation of us not having children and an occasional coldness towards one another."

Pine nods, finishing up reading, "A miscarriage and an affair that followed."

"Exactly." Smith nods and looks over toward the window. "If we need that story. But if we do our jobs right and act like the loving married couple we should around Roper's group, we shouldn't."

"So the plan is for me to save Roper's son from a staged kidnapping then for the two of us to join his group."

"Roper's son means everything to him. More than his enterprise, more than his money, more than anything in the world. If you save him and make it looks believable, Roper will be in your debit."

Pine nods and sits the papers down on the table again, "Where should I put my things then? Since we'll be staying here for a while."

"Through there," Smith points to the bedroom she had come out of, "There is only one room, so looks like we will become very close very quickly. Dear Husband," by the end of her sentence Smith is speaking with a Russian accent.

Pine walks into the bedroom while his luggage and puts his things in the empty draws that Smith had left for him. When he comes back out he looks around the cottage and notices that Smith is going. As he looks around for her he comes to the glass door to the back porch, while over looks the ocean. Glancing out he sees Smith dancing around in the water. Splashing and looking genuinely happy.

Making his way down the path way from the porch to the beach Pine watches her with fascination. Once he is a few feet from the claim water he calls out to her. "You look happy."

Smith turns to Pine and smiles, "of course, the water is amazing. Care to join me?"

Pine looks down at his clothes, still in his light linen shirt and pants, "I don't really think I'm dressed for it."

Smith shrugs her shoulders and swims around a little more, "Oh well."

Pine chuckles softly and watches her swim for a little while longer, before she gets out and walks up the beach to him. "Well, you need to head up to Mama Lou's tomorrow and get a job."

"What about you?" Pine askes, as the two start back up the path to the cottage.

"I already have a job as a bartender there."

"Going by the name of Natasha? What have you been using as a last name."

"Petrov. My story has been I've been waiting my dear husband to finish at his old job before moving down here."

"But we wanted to get moved as soon as we could?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't we? We have a beautiful cottage on the beach."

Once the two arrive back at the cottage Smith steps towards the bedroom, "I'm going to get washed up. Do you mind starting dinner?"

"Not all. I actually love to cook."