Outside Ethan Fairchild's Apartment

Footsteps shuffled up to the door. Kevin Fairchild didn't actually hear them more than sense them. The muted voices he could suddenly pick up from the corridor sounded animated. He knew no one from the Black Council would announce their approach so blatantly. Kevin decided the noisemakers must be civilians.

"Perfect damn timing," he muttered to himself. Then into the microphone fashioned on his ear, he intently whispered, "Is it my imagination, or is someone supposed to be guarding the damn doors?"

"Sorry, sir," said a new voice Kevin didn't recognize. "Jeffrey suddenly came down with a bug or something and... well, we missed them, sir. I have no excuse."

It was highly irregular to change controllers in the middle of a high stakes gambit. "Who is this?"

"Sullivan, sir. Bobbie Sullivan."

"Well, Sullivan, prepare for the worst. I have a feeling this is not going to be a good day.

Inside Ethan's Apartment

Ian Fairchild pushed the blonde woman away from him and held her at arms length. He wasn't sure what was going on but he didn't take advantage of women who didn't know which Fairchild he really was.

"Playing hard to get, my pet?" She sounded like a cat with the low purr in her throat.

Ian audibly gulped. He'd never been attacked by a woman before... well, unless you counted that one time with Faith... but that was another story. He knew this woman thought he was Ethan. And why shouldn't she? He looked exactly like his twin and he was in his brother's apartment to boot. Even though the blonde seemed fascinated by him, Ian could feel there was something not right about the situation.

He stepped backwards a few paces and suddenly found the room spinning. What was going on? He held out his arms to the blond and she smirked and evil smile that chilled his bones. As she pealed off a protective layer of something from her lips, Ian knew he had been had.

"Don't fight it, darling," she whispered. "It only gets worse if you fight it."

Ian fell to his knees as his body stopped obeying his internal commands.

"What have you done to me?"

Paris smiled at him as if today was any other night and what was happening had happened many times before.

"I think the better question is – what have you done to yourself?"

Ian fell forward and his torso collapsed on the bed, his feet and knees hanging off one end. Paris lifted a credit card sized phone from her back pocket. "He's all yours," she said to the woman on the other end.

Outside Ethan's Apartment

"What are we doing here? I thought you wanted to check on the man who fell out of the building?" asked Sully MacDonald. "Are you sure you didn't get hit by some of that falling debris?"

"We will, later. I just want to make sure Fairchild is all right. I mean, he ran out of there like we were the demons from hell." Bree Jackson pulled the registration papers from her back pocket. "It should be up here."

She pointed to a door not far from where they were standing.

"Where did you get those papers?" Sully glanced at her curiously.

"Old Hank thought they might come in handy in case Fairchild didn't wake up before we made it back to London."

"I don't know how you talked me into this? This day just keeps getting crazier and crazier. Next thing you know, someone is going to be shooting at us!" Sully shook his head back and forth, his dark hair mussed from their earlier adventure when the building exploded.

"I really didn't have to talk you into anything. You ran the man off the road. Your guilty conscience is why you're here."

When they finally made it to the room, they found Fairchild's door ajar. Sully held Bree back.

"Let me go first."

"Well, of all the macho..." Bree sniffed.

"Let's not argue about this. I have training to handle hostile situations. You don't. At least let me use what I know to protect you."

"And Fairchild," she reminded him. "Don't forget to protect Fairchild."

Sully sighed. He didn't know why Bree suddenly had this Fairchild fixation. After Fairchild had left the scene of the explosion, Bree hadn't seemed too all fired excited to check on the man from the building. She had left that up to the cowboy with the cell phone.

"What are you going to protect me with? You never carry a gun."

"I'll think of something. Stay here."

Sully opened the door and cautiously stepped inside.

Inside Ethan's apartment

Declan O'Connor and Michela Forsythe had been inside Ethan's apartment for a good two minutes. But Michela still hadn't gotten up the gumption to confront Ethan. She could see Declan was getting restless.

"Where is he?" Declan asked as he scanned the room looking for danger.

"I'm sure he's here. Maybe he's upstairs. Why don't you go and check." Janette didn't want her request to seem too obvious. So she was laying the Michela-is-a-victim role on thick. So far, the Michela persona had been working out beautifully.

She could see Declan clearly from her position below the balcony. Only a minute longer and Declan would see his precious Katrina with another man. The only negative point was that she wished she could see Declan's face the moment he realized Kat was seducing another man.

Janette was so taken with the idea of her plan in action, she failed to notice the footsteps approaching behind her. As Sully made his way around the end table, Bree poked her head in the door. Sully silently shooed her away, but she paid him no mind as she marched straight into the apartment and spun the dark haired woman around.

"I knew it was you!" Bree's tone was cold and accusing.

Outside Ethan's apartment

Kevin watched as the two civilians cautiously entered his brother's apartment. He was so trained on not alerting them to his presence he wasn't watching his back, and Sullivan sure as hell wasn't watching it either. From behind, someone attacked. He felt arms close around his neck in a vice grip.

He couldn't see his attacker, but he could smell her perfume. Gardenias.

"Kim?" he croaked.

She released her grip, spun him around and executed a round-house kick to his groin.

Kevin fought back using every ounce of his Legacy guerilla training. A table nearby sported a lamp and various other nicknacks. He hefted the largest object at her and hoped it was enough of a distraction for him to search for her weakness... if she indeed did have one. He knew Kim Sun was a black belt and he was no match for her superior training. Why hadn't he taken that karate class when he had the chance?

"Okay, bro," he whispered to Sullivan over the miniature microphone. "A little help would be nice."

"Two minutes away."

"In two minutes I could be dead, but hey, what else is new? Maybe I'll come back from the dead like everyone else." Kevin found that sarcasm always calmed the fear in situations like this.

Kim Sun came back at him with martial arts moves he hadn't seen before.

"Looks like you've been practicing," Kevin commented.

The Black Council minion spoke softly with an Asian/American accent. "Looks like you've grown soft."

"Well," Kevin lamented. "You can't have everything."

"I can." Kim's foot connected with his jaw sending him spiraling to the floor. Blood marred his white teeth where she had connected and injured him. He spit out an excess of blood and then came after her again with a new found energy.

"Nighty night, Prince Charming." As she jumped she landed kicks to his groin, chest and head. Kevin fell to the floor with a loud thud, one Sullivan surely could hear over the microphone.

Kim could hear the controller's agitated voice coming from Kevin's microphone which now lay a few inches from his head.

"Kevin?" Sullivan shouted. "Kevin? Answer me!"

Inside Ethan's apartment - in the loft

Declan was shocked by what he found in the loft bedroom. Ethan was lying passed out on the bed and Katrina was standing half dressed beside him.

"You can look all you want, sugar, but ..." Paris tried to act as if she had never seen the Irish man before but the annoyance in her head that was the real Katrina was shouting Declan's name asking him to save her. Paris knew that wouldn't be possible considering she was the one in control now.

"Shut up!" His voice commanded attention. "Who are you?"

"Should I use the cliché? Oh, why not? Who am I? I'm your worst nightmare."

Katrina came at him, arms and legs flying in combat moves. Declan blocked, but he didn't fight back.

"Fight me, you bastard. I know you want to."

Something in Declan snapped and he grabbed Paris by the throat. He squeezed until her face turned blue. "Who are you," he asked again.

Paris still could smile through the pain. "Kill me and you'll never get her back."

"Who? Who won't I get back?" Declan's anger was intensifying. When she didn't respond, he rose his voice, "Tell me!"

"Katrina. Kill me and Katrina will die with me."

Inside Ethan's apartment - downstairs

Sully came between the two women. "I told you to stay in the hallway."

"A suggestion you should have followed," Janette said as she pulled out her weapon.

"It was you, wasn't it? When the building exploded?" Bree asked hoping this lying wench would give her the right answer.

"Unfortunately, yes."

"You tried to kill him, didn't you? You and that man I saw you with?"

"What are you talking about?" Sully asked?

"Julian! I heard shots and saw him fall from the balcony. Don't tell me you had nothing to do with that."

Bree was angrier than Sully had ever seen her.

"Julian has enemies that even I can't control. And why would I?" Janette was tiring of this conversation.

"He left you for dead eight years ago, and he moved on with another woman."

Sully was confused. What was going on?

Janette laughed. "You think he actually cared about you and that little brat? He'll come back to me. He always comes back to me."

"He may not be able to come back this time - if he's dead."

The woman with black hair looked a tad shocked. "I don't know what you mean."

"He fell off the damn building, Janette. Sully and I found him. Thank God for that man, Simon who called an ambulance or he'd be dead already."

Janette's face paled. "Simon? Simon has Julian?"

The woman grew whiter by the minute and ran from the room leaving Sully and Bree alone.

"What is going on, Bree?" Sully was determined to get some straight answers.

"Later, I promise. If Janette knows Fairchild, he could be in danger. I'm going up to his room."

Bree ran up the steps and Sully raced after her.

"Stop, you idiot," Sully screamed but Bree ignored his cries.

As they burst into the loft bedroom, they found it empty.

"Where is he?"

Sully heard a noise outside the window and ran to investigate. He leaned over the sill just in time to see an Asian woman push a cart into a van, a cart that Fairchild was lying on. Before the van sped away, he memorized the license plate number.

Sully sighed. "I think we have a problem"