Author's note: I don't usually do original characters, but this story sorta required it, so the first of several new characters shows up in this chapter. I'm not an S&C fan, so I sorta guessed on the details. I think I got them right, but if I'm wrong, I'm sure I'll be corrected. ;)

Goblz- you found my other fic! What can I say, I like the guy! LOL! Thanks! Donna- Wow! Thanks! Sonny will show up later on, but no Alexis (not in a S&C/Sexis capacity anyway).

Carly and Michael were walking through their new neighborhood. It was beautiful, well maintained. A nice place to live by the looks of it.

"Mom, look at that!"

Carly looked to where Michael was pointing. In the distance, she could see a house larger than the Quartermaines'. "Whoa, that is big."

"You think the WSB owns that too, Mom?"

"Most of this area belongs to the WSB," an accented female voice beside them answered. Carly turned to the red haired woman. "You must be new here. I'm Sarah," she said, holding out her hand.

"I'm Caroline and this is Michael," Carly answered, shaking the woman's hand. "Do you work for the WSB, too?"

"Of course. I'm an analyst in counter-terrorism. Where are you assigned?"

"Oh, I'm just a secretary," she said, laughing nervously. "I don't know where I'm going to be yet. I don't start until Monday."

Sarah nodded her head understandingly. "I suppose you haven't heard the story about this place, then."

"No, I haven't."

"Come on, I'll buy you a latte," Sarah said, smiling.

The coffee shop wasn't far from where they'd met Sarah. The woman seemed nice. Carly glanced around at the other people. Most were working, she and Michael were the only ones not in business suits.

"Is it just me or does everyone here seem to scream 'government issue'?" Carly asked, gesturing around.

Sarah chuckled. "Most of them are. This whole community is owned by either the WSB, the CIA or the NSA. It's like a safe zone. Everyone here either works in intelligence, or their spouse does."

"Why?"

"Most of it is WSB. They like to guarantee their agents' safety while at headquarters. There's few secured housing areas in town, so they built their own. All in one community for agents working in the more dangerous units and their families. Housing, shops, a school, daycare, the works. Those big houses are either visiting dignitaries or the upper echelon. There are some smaller houses back there, as well. It's a secured zone. It's tougher to get back there than it is to get into the White House." She stirred her coffee for a moment. "So how did a secretary get a place here?"

"They offered me one when they told me I had to use my real name." Carly looked away, ashamed. "My ex-husband is a mobster," she added softly.

A look of understanding crossed the redhead's face. "I see. You were going to be in an exposed position. Nice to see the Bureau doing something nice for a change."

Carly looked at her in confusion, beginning to wonder what she had gotten herself into. "What do you mean?"

Sarah leaned closer to Carly, lowering her voice. "Usually the guys at the Bureau are complete bastards. I'd think they would've just left you exposed."

Oh, great, Carly thought. "That's nice to know."

"How long have you and Michael been here?" Sarah asked curiously.

"A few days."

"Have you seen much of the city yet?"

"Not really," Carly replied, shrugging. "We've gone to the park a couple times. We went to a baseball game yesterday."

"You should go sightseeing! There is so much to see here and believe me, once you get on the job, you won't have time."

Carly smiled, not quite believing her luck. Another new friend. A good person on the right side of the law. "We might do that. Thanks."

Sarah returned the smile. "Well, I have to get back to work. It was very nice meeting you, Caroline."

Carly took Sarah's extended hand. "It was nice to meet you, too."

"Here's my number, if you ever need anything," Sarah said, handing Carly a business card. "I'll see you around." She waved as she walked out of the shop.

Carly turned to her son, who had been quiet through most of the conversation. "Well, well, well, Michael. It looks like I have another new friend."

"She's nice," he told his mother.

"Yes, she is," Carly agreed, smiling.

Carly smiled as she opened the door to let Andrew in. He held out a small bouquet of white roses.

"Thank you," she said, taking the flowers. "They're beautiful."

"Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman," he whispered as he kissed her softly on the cheek.

She lightly slapped his arm. "You're too good to me."

"I disagree."

Carly's smile faded. "You don't know me very well." She walked into the kitchen to put the roses in water.

Andrew stared at her from the doorway momentarily. "I know you well enough, I think."

She turned sharply. "We just met!"

He shrugged. "I know what I need to. You're a wonderful woman with a wonderful son. What else do I need to know?"

"You don't know the things I've done in the past," she told him, sighing.

"I'm no saint either," he replied smugly. "You've got all evening to tell me about these past indiscretions."

"Indiscretions? You make me sound like some soap opera diva."

Andrew grinned. "You know what they say, art imitates life."

She rolled her eyes, amused. "Cute."

"I know you are, but what am I?"

Carly felt herself blushing all over again. "Andrew!"

"So, where is Michael?" he asked, slipping his arms around her from behind.

"He went to get a pizza with the babysitter. They should be home soon if you want to wait for them."

"No, we'll be late for our reservations."

"Okay, let me get my coat."

She grabbed her leather jacket and followed him out of her townhouse. At the curb, she saw a black luxury car with a man leaning against it. She was stunned. She hadn't expected him to go to such expense. "A limo? You didn't have to, Andrew."

"A perk of my position. I always have access to a car and driver. I thought it would be nice."

She smiled as she stepped into the car. "It is nice. It's been awhile since I've been in a limo."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, my ex-husband had a driver."

"Married a rich man, huh?"

"My first husband's family was rich, but I meant…" She trailed off, not sure if she really wanted to tell him about Sonny. "Are you sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes, I'd like to hear it, but if you're not ready to talk about it…"

"He was a mobster," she admitted quietly.

Andrew looked unfazed by her revelation. In fact, he almost looked amused. "My ex-wife is a princess."

She sighed resentfully. He was mocking her. "No, I'm serious. He is really is a mobster."

"She really is a princess." He brushed a few stray locks of hair from her face, still smiling broadly. "That's how I met her. She was trying to get back this ring that was part of an Aztec treasure."

Carly laughed. Mobster, princess, spies… Soap opera was right! How weird was this relationship going to get? "Did she get it back?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "I gave it back to her."

"You had it?"

He didn't answer immediately, apparently lost in thought. "I bought it at an art fair. She found out where it was and broke into my apartment to steal it from me. It turned out to be part of a key to this hidden Aztec treasure. She and a couple other friends dragged me through Texas and Mexico looking for the treasure." He caught her disbelieving glance. "Okay, maybe I wasn't dragged, but treasure hunting wasn't my idea! It was hers, I swear!"

Carly grinned, deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt. "So the ring wasn't hers to begin with?"

"It was her grandmother's. Her cousin stole it and sold it. I can show it to you some time. It's in a museum in Mexico City, along with the rest of the treasure. I think there are photos on the museum's website."

"Wow. So I can add treasure hunter to the list of things I know about you," Carly said, smiling. "Is that how you fell in love with her?"

"Couldn't help myself. She was such a free spirit, so feisty. Still was the last time I talked to her," Andrew told her wistfully.

"How long were you together?"

"Let's see… We met in '84, went after the Aztec treasure in '85, married in '86, I left for the WSB in '87, was presumed dead in '88, came home and she divorced me in '89, we remarried in '90, I left again in '91, and I was home for a few days in '94 and then again for a few weeks in '95. That's our relationship in a nutshell."

"Geez, you really do sound like me and…" She again hesitated saying his name. "My ex."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I told everyone that a mutual friend was Michael's father, we were living together, for a while with his girlfriend, she told the real father the truth, I married him to keep custody, had a one night stand out of anger with my ex, got pregnant, had a miscarriage, divorced Michael's father, married him so I wouldn't have to testify against him, divorced because we couldn't stand each other, married him again a few months later because I fell in love with him, wore a wire trying to help him, he divorced me again, we got back together again, and then I left."

"What did it in?" he asked, putting an arm around her.

"I couldn't take the life anymore. It wasn't what I wanted for Michael. The friend was shot in this club I owned. It was retaliation by the widow of another boss. The cops were investigating him and things got pretty heated." She shuddered, remembering how unstable Sonny had become while Mac and Taggart had been closing in on the organization. "He didn't take it well. He was always angry. He even hit me once."

A look of anger and absolute hatred crossed Andrew's face. "I hope that's when you left the bastard. There's no excuse for that."

She put a hand on his leg, trying to pacify him. Although she had been furious at the time, Carly had long since forgiven Sonny for it. "He was upset. He didn't mean to."

"Caroline, I was a cop. I've heard every line in the book. They never mean it, but it always happens again," he told her sharply.

"He wasn't like that, Andrew. The investigation was getting to him. Towards the end, I never knew what would set him off. I was scared, but before that, I was never scared of him." She snuggled closer to him. "And yes, that was when I left. It was the last straw."

"Good," he whispered in her ear and brushed his lips across her cheek. "He come after you?"

"Of course. Michael and I were on the run for two years." Carly looked into his intense green eyes. "Now I'm here, I have a good job starting on Monday and I'm not worried about him finding us this time," she told him, smiling.

He kissed her softly. "You have nothing to worry about. He won't get near you again, not if I have anything to do with it."

She touched his face, smiling warmly. "I appreciate that, Andrew."

"Good, because I like you too much to lose you now."

Carly blushed again. "Would you stop embarrassing me like that?"

"I like embarrassing you like that," he said, brushing his lips against hers once more.

"Night, Andrew," Carly said, closing the door.

Sarah sat up on the couch, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "How was your date?"

Carly was still smiling happily. "It was marvelous."

"So, what happened?" Sarah asked excitedly.

Carly sat on the opposite end of the sofa from Sarah. "We went to dinner and then we went walking down by the Washington Memorial. It was very nice."

"Did he kiss you?"

"Several times," she said with a sigh. "Andrew is such a wonderful kisser."

"What does this guy do again?"

Carly knotted her brow in confusion. "I don't know exactly. He's in charge of something at the WSB."

"What's his last name?"

"Jones."

"Deputy Chief Andrew Jones? You just had a date with my new boss?" Sarah asked incredulously.

Carly laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. He's a great guy."

"I wouldn't know," Sarah said, shrugging. "I've never actually met him, but I've heard he can be difficult to work under. Very demanding, but he was one of the best as a field agent."

"He's cute, though," Carly said, leaning closer and grinning conspiratorially.

"Oh yes," Sarah agreed, matching her new friend's grin. "He has a cute ass, too."