This Epilogue is dedicated to Wolfmonster, for easily the best review I, and anyone, could or have received, and to SheWeapon1, for consistently being the only reviewer, and for the encouragement that's made it possible to finish All Isn't Well.

Kristen made her way through London's Heathrow airport, slinging her small duffel over her shoulder and made for a cab.

"Chesham Place," Kristen told the driver, and got in. They sped off.

It was three years since that day in the small London hospital. Kristen had just gotten off a flight back to here as she finished her latest mission; paying a cool five million. Now, at 19, she reminisced.

Kristen had gotten herself a flat here in London, in Chesham Place, paying twenty-seven million US dollars for it and selling her half of the flat she had shared with Shen in Washington back to him. Twenty seven million was nothing for her, she acknowledged, as the cab sped off through the rush hour traffic

She still worked for the CIA, but London was her home base now. It was sometimes irritating for her director, she knew, but he put up with it as she was the best anyone could have; even MI6 had tried to recruit her when she went back to London. Kristen had turned them down, though, because at heart she was pure American.

Though, now, living in London, she kept in touch with her old friends Eagle, Hawk, Raptor and Falcon. They were part of the SS now, and she ran into them sometimes.

After her appearance in London, that day, the CIA had gotten hold of her and gruffly said that she'd done well, even with Rider 'getting in the way'. That was the highest praise any agent could have wrung from her boss, and Kristen had lit up in a rare smile.

Shen was still working for the CIA too, and he lived with her whenever he could; half of the year. Even though she was legally an adult, he transferred to London as often as an assignment called for it to work with her. They were still close.

As a matter of fact, he was at her flat now.

Twenty minutes later, she got out of the cab and paid the driver with a wad of pounds. While she wasn't careless with her money, Kristen did make a point to be more generous whenever she could.

She headed into the building, the clerk giving her a smile, and she scanned her card past security, and into the elevator, where she checked herself out in the mirror.

The latest mission the CIA had sent her on had been easier than usual, simply sent to South America to gather information on the drug cartels there, and she didn't have any extra injuries on her body at the moment.

The elevator dinged as it reached her floor.

Kristen got out, and scanned her card again to secure entry into the flat, and closed the door behind her, breathing a sigh of relief.

She made her way into her room, tossing the duffel aside and changing into dark jeans and a blazing scarlet halter top, checking if there were any injuries she needed to cover.

Such was the life of an agent.

"Hey hey hey," a voice sounded from the doorway. "Look whose back."

Kristen turned around and smiled. "Thanks for cleaning the place Shen," she reached over to give him a hug. "Seems like I'm never home enough to do that anymore."

"Yeah, look at me, former Triad leader reduced to maid," he scoffed, twirling her around. "By the way, remind me, how did Feng ever stop trying to catch us?"

"The CIA sent me to cut a deal with him," Kristen rolled her eyes, because he made her tell the story all too often. "And it was going well, before one of his men tried to grope me, and yes I shot them."

He laughed. "Yes, I remember now. And stop your jittering. I should attempt to delay you from running off to see your precious boyfriend. I still don't see why you bought him a Mustang after he got accepted to Oxford," he grumbled. "What do I get then?"

"You make your own money," she laughed, releasing him. "He's home then?"

"Yeah he is. Nice timing, he got back day before yesterday."

"Thanks," she was itching to be off. "My car?"

Shen rolled his eyes. "Refueled it for you yesterday, after you messaged me that you'd be home early. Trace wants to ask if he wants to borrow it, by the way." A text came in, and he brightened. "That must be from Tessa!"

Kristen heaved a mock-sigh. "Fuck no he can't. He has to earn the priviledge to first. Ah, you're still a player. Some things never change. If you're going to hook up with women, rent a damn hotel room! I'm not going to have them in here," she stuck her tongue out. "Love you," she grinned, rushing off.

This time, the elevator took her to the basement, where she pressed a button on her keys, and an unlocking sound and flash of lights answered. Grinning madly again, she raced off to her car, and ran her hand over the hood, sighing.

Shen had told her that she was like a guy, the way she obsessed over her car, but she didn't care. The bright yellow Lamborghini was her baby, and only Shen or Alex were allowed to drive it. Even CIA employees weren't allowed to.

She got in, bringing the car to life, smiling at the answering purr of the engine, and brought the car smoothly out of the garage and out into darkening London. Rush hour had lessened now, and ten minutes later found her in front of Alex's house. Kristen slammed the car's door shut and got out, locking the car and smoothing down her clothes nervously as she went up the front steps.

It brought back memories, for sure, that movement, and she smiled again. Kristen pulled out her phone, dialing in a number she knew by heart, and waited.

"Kristen?" a familiar, boyish voice asked.

"Three guesses where I am right now," she said.

"Columbia."

"Nope."

"Europe?"

"Come on, you've got to be more specific than that. I know you got full marks on your Geography exam a few years ago, so you have no excuse."

"Fuck, London?" his voice rose slightly, excitedly.

"Try your doorstep," Kristen grinned broadly and hung up as the door flew open.

Alex stood there for a few seconds in shock, and then lunged forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. In those three years, he had grown slightly again, become more muscular and had grown out his hair. Kristen figured that he didn't have any shortage of girls waiting on his every word; something that had been confirmed when she had visited at Oxford once.

"Alex, is that your girlfriend?" A blonde asked. Later Kristen had learned she was out of one of the most prestigious British noble families.

"Yeah," he had answered, putting his arm around Kristen's mid back, so his hand cupped her waist.

His friends whistled, and hooted. "Ace! Where'd you go to chat up a bird like that?"

"I might be a bird like that but I've got ears you know," Kristen had answered dryly. Must have been the agent self control in her that had told her not to beat the shit of the bloke.

Alex had laughed. "London."

"What pub?"

"At a bank, actually," Kristen had smirked. "It's too bad that it's only me where I come from."

"Bloody hell mate, American too?"

"Your accent's charming," one of his friends had said, throwing in a smile with it.

"Same to you," she'd answered.

Afterward, Alex had told her that none of them had believed she was his girlfriend, thinking he'd gotten the picture off the internet or something.

"Missed you," Alex muttered.

She laughed softly. "Me too, baby, me too."

He looked her in the eyes. "Haven't felt this emotional since you paid off MI6. What took you so long?"

MI6 had come recruiting for Alex again, thinking that it was high time they got an agent like Kristen into their service. And Alex was better than she was. But by that time, Jack had gotten a renewed visa, and they were simply forcing him into it. Kristen had gone to their office to ask what she would have to do for Alex to be able to walk away free. The original reply had been for her to transfer to MI6, to which she had replied that the Americans would be furious. She offered two million US dollars.

They took it.

"Had to earn my money, didn't I?" she replied, and he grinned again, before catching her lips in a kiss.

Alex had his normal life again. Kristen was doing what she loved, surrounded by friends and colleagues. Both of them were on track for long, happy lives.

And they had each other.

All is well.

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IT'S DONE. OKAY, WAIT, MAYBE NOT. LOL.

REASON WHY: If you want to know what happens to a character, or a scene that I mentioned in the Epilogue without much detail, LET ME KNOW IN THE REVIEWS. I WILL UPDATE WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER OF THOSE SCENES, AND THAT WILL BE THE TRUE END.

So it's pretty much over!!!!

Review replies:

xXxSmidgexXx: Ah well, k it's the end of the story, doesn't matter anymore!

Wolfmonster: Seriously hands down the best review I've ever received. Wish I had a reader like you on every of my stories! : ) I must agree, I'm definetly not a fan of slash as well, though if it's done well it's okay. Ah, the Gentleman, I'd been trying to work him into this story for FOREVER, just never felt right! Oh the mission didn't fail, she did successfully kill him. You'll like that in this chapter Alex gets his normal life back then, as Kristen pays MI6 off! The two years idea took me awhile to get used to, but in the end I liked it enough! I must agree, CIA for the win, and in the two years she was gone, guess she picked up a lot of talents (flying, hotwiring a car…) And you're right, Kristen didn't plan to get herself killed for Alex, she was just trying to get him out of the way and accidentally got shot. Ah, the mushy endings, it will somehow happen with each of my fics, must be the dreamer in me. Kristen isn't meant to be a Mary-Sue, yeah, she's dark and twisted and cares a lot more about her friends than an agent should, and she's made her enemies too. I'm glad you like Shen! (Originally he was meant to be evil, can you imagine?) For one-shots or sequels, I probably will update if people want to know what happens to other people, and they'll probably have Kristen and Alex cameo'ing in them!

OKAY, FOR THE AUTHOR'S NOTE:

To my readers—

Like I said above, if anyone wants to find out what happened to other characters, or a scene that I mentioned in the Epilogue but didn't go into much detail about, now's your chance! Tell me in a review and I will write it and update All Isn't Well in it's true, final chapter! DEADLINE IS JULY 10TH!

This is (was?) my favorite fic to write because the words and ideas just came so easily. I'm still amazed that it turned out this well, because I can't plan a story for shit, and I made it up as I went along. Granted, it's only 15 chapters, but still. Seems my shortest fics are my favorite!

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Q&A:

Q: Sequel?

A: Probably not! The Alex Rider series is coming to an end soon, and I've got no plans for a sequel as the next update for special scenes will probably cover that. However, I'm fiddling with the idea of a young Yassen fic…which will be hard to write before Mr. Horowitz finishes his book. Maybe…

Q: Any other Fanfiction in the works for you?

A: After I finish my current ones, I think I'll be heading over to Fictionpress. I still love Fanfiction, but now, I have a lot of plot ideas that will fit more easily with my own characters. Follow me over there if you want!

Again, I want to thank every reader, every review and everyone devoted enough to continue with me on the journey of completing All Isn't Well. If you like my work (can't imagine why!) you can spot me finishing the rest of my Fanfiction and hopefully sometime soon on FictionPress under the same name. I hope you have all enjoyed reading All Isn't Well—I still want to know what you think about the last chapter though! Leave some love!