Well, it's finished. The last chapter in this story. Of course, the series is far from over. I'm having too much fun with this story to stop now. Don't hate me for the surprise ending. I love leaving cliffhangers. It's just my nature. I'm only taking a short break to work on getting a couple of chapters written with my Hobbit story and to hash out what I will be doing in the plot for the next Spooks story. You won't be disappointed. I promise. In the meantime, drop me a line. I love hearing from you. Thanks for the support and readership.

Chapter 30: Unveiled

Both Nyssa and Lucas arrived together at his flat. Lucas carried Nyssa's bag up the stairs and into the front door. She did not carry a lot of clothes, assuming that she was not going to stay for very long.

Lucas felt a twinge of disappointment in that. It felt nice sharing living space with another person, especially when that person was someone with whom he was very intimate with.

He had already imagined this moment several times, wondering what it would be like if he and Nyssa were to take their relationship a step further and live together. Of course, they were no where near ready for that kind of commitment.

They were not what one would consider a normal couple. They were still keeping secrets from each other for a multiple of reasons. Nyssa was getting better, but he still had a suspicion that she was keeping something from him. And, he was struggling with telling her everything about that phone call at Marilyn's house.

Should he tell her that he actually spoke with them and risk her going off on her own to find them? What would Harry say about it? It would be disobeying a direct order, not to mention how angry he would be for not telling him about those men in the first place.

That man on the phone had an American accent, and Elizabeta said that those men who told the FSB about her were American. It was too much of a coincidence not to believe otherwise. Were these people a part of the CIA, or a freelance group?

Each answer that they found to this mystery only led to more questions. No, he had to keep this from her in order to protect her. But, she knew that he went to her mother's house to get information about those men. If he did not tell her something about them, she would know that he was lying. Plus, all she would have to do was ask Marilyn, and her mother would most likely tell her about the phone number.

"So you expect me to share your bed with you?" she asked teasing him as she followed him into his bedroom. He had just placed her bag on the bed then pulled out a few bath towels from his wardrobe.

"It's only fair since you shared your bed with me a few nights ago." He smiled. "Or, do you want your own room to spare me the torture of your snoring?"

Nyssa smirked, grabbed one of the pillows from his bed, and tossed it in his face. He laughed as he caught it in mid-air and tossed it right back at her.

Nyssa took the towels and went into the bathroom to freshen up while Lucas went into the kitchen to prepare the dinner. Before she undressed to take her shower she turned back and walked into the kitchen to ask him about those men who were at Marilyn's house. Lucas was looking for something to cook when she stopped at the kitchen door.

"You said that you would tell me what Mom said about those men at the house, remember?" she asked.

"They were two men…..dark hair……they left her their number."

Nyssa's eyes grew big. She could not believe that they spent the better part of a week going through what they did when her mother had a telephone number all this time.

That's so typical!

"Of course, she puts us through hell when we could have been tracking these people down. Why am I not surprised!" She said shaking her head in disbelief.

"Well, the number was a one-use phone. It's a dead end," he lied. "It seems our only lead is through your Blacklist memo. We need to track down that coded ID number and find out who wrote that memo."

"Yeah," Nyssa smiled a little, giving nothing away.

She did look a little deflated which made Lucas move toward her and place his hands on her shoulders to reassure her. He cupped her chin with his right hand and gently raised her head to force her to look at him.

"It'll be fine. We'll find out who did this. I promise you."

She could not stop staring into his soft blue eyes. How many women had fallen for those eyes?

A few seconds had passed between them, but it felt like time had stood still. Lucas slowly lowered his head to gently brush his lips against hers. The kiss was gentle and lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough for Nyssa to wrap her arms around his neck and encourage more. Lucas reluctantly broke the kiss and caressed her cheek as he looked into her eyes.

"I think I better go and wash up," she whispered and untangled herself from his embrace.

He watched her walk back into the bathroom and close the door. He turned back toward the kitchen to renew his search for food. Just before the water began running in the shower, Lucas heard a faint sound on the other side of his front door.

He reached for his gun hidden in a cabinet then quietly approached the door. He glanced down the hallway for any sign of Nyssa before he continued. He did not want her to be caught in the line of fire. He carefully took hold of the door knob and quickly jerked open the door.

The outer hallway was empty, but there was an envelope at his feet just outside of the doorway. He looked around before picking it up and closing the door. Lucas opened the suspicious package, and he could not believe what he saw.

Inside the envelope were pictures of he and Nyssa making love in her apartment on the night that they invaded the night club. The pictures were taken through her windows with a high-powered lens. Along with those pictures was a handwritten note.

What busy little bees you two have been!

There were also pictures of Lucas with Elizabeta at Highgate Cemetery when Elizabeta handed Lucas the FSB case file on Nyssa. The pictures were clear, displaying exactly what type of file he was reading. There was another note attached.

What would Nyssa say if she found out that you were working with the FSB?

Lucas quickly stuffed the contents back into the envelope and hid them in a dark area under the sink. This was bad. Nyssa did not know of his undercover arrangement with Harry. Very few people at Section D knew about it. With Nyssa's past with the Russian government, she could very easily get the wrong idea if someone told her about Elizabeta.

This case was now turning personal, and he was more determined than ever to find them.

He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. The steam from the shower was making the room rather moist, and he immediately felt the sweat collecting around his forehead. Something else was stirring in him when he saw the silhouette outline of Nyssa's bare body.

"Nyssa, perhaps we can go out for dinner?" he asked to the silhouette behind the shower curtain.

"That's fine. It will give you more time to be useful," she said with a slight playfulness in her voice.

"What are you asking?" he asked with a smile.

"Well, why don't you come in here and help me with my back?" With that, Lucas started to undress.

While Lucas and Nyssa showered together, Harry was alone in his office going over the files that Malcolm had sent to his computer. He could not shake the idea that this mysterious faction was playing games with him and his people. Despite Nyssa's uncanny ability to escape tight situations, she still got out of there too easily. It was as if someone was testing her, watching what she would do.

Then, he thought about Nyssa. Out of all of the operatives, Nyssa was the one person that Sam Walker personally asked Harry to watch over. He wanted to protect her, but from what? Harry was beginning to suspect that there was more to this than simply an agent looking after his protégé.

Harry picked up his mobile and dialed Sam Walker's number. He had questions that needed answered.

"Harry, how is everything on the other side of the world?" asked Sam very jovial.

"Very stressful, Sam. I need you to answer a question, and I need you to be honest with me. Who exactly is Nyssa McBride?" Harry asked bluntly.

"I already told you that, Harry. Nyssa was one of my best agents." Sam sounded surprised by the question.

"She's more than just that, Sam. Isn't she? There's more to her than just a talented operative. There's something else that you want to protect. You need to tell me now because these people are targeting my officers too."

Harry made it clear that he was no longer in the mood for dancing around the issue. He heard a quiet pause on the other end of the line before a sigh and more waiting. Sam was contemplating letting Harry in on the secret that he had been sitting on for nearly two years.

"I'm not comfortable sharing this with anyone. I've kept this a secret ever since Nyssa came back from Moscow three years ago. I ordered her never to speak about this to another soul. No one at the agency knows about this... No one."

"Sam, this mysterious faction is playing games with us. The FSB is involved. What do you and Nyssa know that you're not telling me?"

"You have to keep Nyssa out of the hands of the FSB. It's vital to the safety of our two nations." Sam took another deep breath before continuing. "Three years ago, Nyssa returned from Moscow after just escaping with a list of people that an asset had given to her to keep safe. He told her that the mission was compromised, and these people were key assets involved with Russia's nuclear program. Apparently, this operation had been going on for nearly 30 years, before the wall fell. Her asset was killed just as the FSB was closing in on them.

"Nyssa told me what had happened but kept the list of names to herself. I ordered her to tell no one. Only she has knowledge of who they are, and I'd like to keep it that way. If the FSB gets their hands on her, I don't even want to think about what they would do to her to get those names."

"Did she say what was the name of the operation?" Harry asked as he held his breath fearing what the answer would be.

"Yes, she said only one thing. The operation was called Sugar Horse."

End of Part 2