Author's Note: Okay, last chapter! Thanks for your continuous support! Sorry for the cheesy ending, but I'm already looking towards the future bros! See ya around!

Chapter 9

Still clutching their Father's file to their chest, Amelia stumbled blindly after her brother into the night.

She felt nothing, yet she was feeling everything. The only indication that time was passing for her was the never-ending drip of tears down her cheeks.

"Where are we going Matthew?" she asked numbly, tripping over her own feet for the umpteenth time. "I'm tired."

"We're almost there." Her brother panted, shooting a concerned look back at her. She looked ready to drop. "Here, I'll carry you."

He hoisted her into his arms, cradling her like a child. She stared up at him blankly, tears still dripping. "Thanks, Mat."

He smiled wanly at her, blowing lightly to dry her tears. "Sleep, please?" he coaxed her.

She closed her eyes automatically, and drifted into the pearled calm of nothingness.

Arthur tapped his foot, impatient that his guests arrive. He knew Matthew would show up with Amelia sooner or later.

Hopefully sooner.

He heard footsteps down the hall, and opened his apartment door to greet his new friends.

Matthew smiled tiredly, slipping through the proffered door with ease, despite carrying his sister.

"You can put her down there." Arthur indicated the couch. "Would you like tea? Coffee?"

"Coffee please." Matthew took a seat in another of the chairs. "Thank you."

"Not a problem, considering everything you two have done for me." Arthur chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

From the looks of the two, the job had been done. Bloodily. He grimaced.

"Here's your coffee." He gave Matthew a steaming cup, and took a seat across from him.

Matthew took a sip of the sweltering liquid, and put the cup down, along with his head in his hands. He was exhausted – emotionally, and physically.

"We have to stay undercover for a while." He started dejectedly. "I haven't found a place for us to go yet, but we needed to get out of there."

"You're welcome to stay here as long as you want." Arthur immediately prompted. "Though I must admit, I'll be moving soon."

"Moving?" Matthew's head shot up. "To where?"

"London." Arthur replied simply. "That's where I lived before, and it's where I'll live again. Frankly, New York is a little to… exciting for me." He grimaced. "Also, I need a new job."

"Oh." Matthew's head drooped. "Sorry. I guess we didn't help with that." He blinked a few times, trying to keep sleep from overtaking him. "I'm sorry, but do you think we could spend the night?" Matthew asked with a yawn. "I don't think I'll be able to figure out anything right now."

Arthur nodded kindly. "I have an extra bedroom down this way." He showed Matthew to his room. The agent closed the door with a click, sighing.

Where should we go?

Arthur padded back into the living room of the apartment. Amelia lay asleep on the couch, breathing softly.

Staring at her longingly, Arthur tentatively crouched down beside her, stroking her sleeping form.

"You could come to London with me." He whispered.

"I would like that." She breathed, eyes opening into slits. After a moment of shock, Arthur resumed his stroking.

"I didn't realize you were awake." Arthur croaked.

"You sorta woke me up." She chuckled, sitting up and stretching.

"Right. You're a very light sleeper." He grimaced, blushing.

"What's London like?" she asked, a childish glint returning to her eyes. "Is it as pretty as New York?"

"It's better." Arthur murmured. "I'll tell you more about it in the morning. We can ask Matthew what he thinks about moving to London then. How about you get some more sleep, Hmm?"

She nodded in response, snuggling back into the cushions again. "Thank you Arthur." She smiled.

*Three weeks later

Francis smirked as he sent the next two agents off onto their mission. With him as the new head, things were already running much smoother.

"Hey Boss." Amelia said, striding up to him. "I was wondering-"

"You and Matthew and free to go to London." He interrupted her.

She stared at him for a moment, stunned. "Seriously? You're awesome!" She began to run off, but he caught her arm.

"But," he chided her, already seeing her features droop. "You'll be on a mission."

"Awww." She groaned like a child. "Who are we spying on now?"

"Arthur Kirkland." He smirked. Her expression lit up like a Christmas Tree.

"His file is incomplete. You see," his smirk widened. "I have heard that he has a girlfriend, but we don't seem to have any proof of this-"

"-Oh shut it!" Amelia yapped, slapping her hand over his mouth. "Fine fine! I'll do it, just – whatever!"

"Have fun!" he waved to her. "I'll be expecting a full report of all your experiences."

She stuck her tongue out at him over her shoulder.

"Actually," Francis had second thought. "Have Matthew write the report. I know he won't miss any of the details."

Amelia sprinted off, already making a checklist of things to bring.