I don't own NCIS:LA (sad but true), but Reagan is mine.

Washington, D.C. - Five Weeks Later

Her arm was tucked in his, and she walked close to him, their sides touching, as if she was still afraid that if they weren't, it would all go up in smoke and he would disappear. They had never been able to do this before; even their meetings had been covert and tense when they were apart. But today, walking down the street in D.C. she finally felt free. They talked, their heads close together, soft smiles shared and laughter heard. I have so much to make up for, she thought.

She had never been to the NICS offices in DC. Christ, she had never walked through the streets in the open, since she was a child. But today she could skip through the streets, singing on the top of her lungs, and the only notice she would get, is from passersby thinking she had escaped from the asylum. Yet, as she walked along the street, she still glanced around, looking for escape routes, looking for people following her.

She couldn't help it, it was ingrained in her being. And, she also knew that she had been followed. She had been followed from when she had left Gibbs house two weeks after she had arrived. The car was dark, American made, and nondescript. Someone without her skills would never have noticed, but she was an exception in most things.

She had been in D.C. for over a month now, and the same car kept showing up no matter where she was. The windows were tinted, so she could never see the driver, but judging from the different driving techniques, it was not the same person driving every day.

As they neared the entrance to NCIS headquarters, she spotted the car once again. It was an over cast day, and she finally was able to catch a glimpse of the driver and passenger in the front seat. When she saw who it was, her stomach dropped in free fall, and her confident stride faltered for a moment. Gibbs noticed and asked her if everything were okay. She nodded and assured him that she was fine. Pasting on a confident smile she asked him to wait inside the lobby so she could make a quick phone call. He agreed, and glanced around one last time before entering the glass doors of the agency.

He watched as she almost floated down the block, her hair once again sunshine blonde. Half the length he remembered, but it still lifted off her shoulders when she walked. She was graceful, with the weightless gait of a dancer. He had watched her for a long time, and knew every nuance of how she moved. He played with the phone sitting in his hand. And suddenly it rang causing him to almost drop it. He didn't recognize the number. Pressing the screen, he lifted it to his ear cautiously. It was a brand new burn phone and only a select few had the number.

"Hello?"

"Boo!" the very sexy female voice said, and the phone went dead.

His head snapped up and there she stood at the door of an office building, facing him with her thousand kilowatt smile blinding him, her hair wind tossed and her phone in her hand. She gave a little wave and walked into the highly secure building. He laughed, dropping the phone to the floor, and his head back on the seat.

"I told you she would know," the distinctive voice of his partner came from the back seat.

He chuckled, "I know."

"Then why did we come if you knew she would make you?" a third male voice, with a slight drawl, came over their earwigs.

"Are you... really?" this time it was a female voice over the earwigs, and he knew she was not speaking to him.

"I made a promise."

"To what?" his partner asked, "Eat bad fast food, and hang out in a car for three weeks?"

Another chuckle, "No."

"Then what was it?" the male voice over the earwig asked.

"I promised that I would always find her, no matter where she was, no matter how far she went. I would always find her. And I intend to keep that promise," he put his hands behind his head with a satisfied smile.