A/N: So sorry this update is way over due... if anyone is still interested in this story plot.

Without further a do, Chapter four!

Siena, Italy

8:37 PM Eastern Time

They were inside the small room all day. Nikki sat warily on the bed while Bourne maneuvered from the chair by the phone table to the window almost mechanically every ten minutes. He swiftly shifted the curtain just to, as to allow him to see yet hardly make movement.

But they hadn't spoken a word since they had checked in.

She swallowed and side glanced at him. How much did he really remember? That question was burning into her skull. The anxiety was killing her. If he knew too much-and from the wrong person-

“I'm going out,” he mumbled suddenly, slipping something into his coat pocket, that she managed to miss a look at and made his way to the door.

“What? Wait,” she called out, rising too. He stopped, but didn't turn. “Bourne?” she felt herself trembling and she hated herself for it, “...What's going on? Where are you-?”

“I'll be back,” he turned, fixing her with his emotionless facade. She swallowed. “Don't leave the room.” With that, he turned again, unlocked the door and closed it, locking it right afterwards. She took a step but stopped herself short.

“Bourne,” she whispered. Exhaling, she turned and pulled up their bags onto the larger desk area opposite the window. Bourne himself had moved the table away from the currently closed shutters and curtains. She heard miscellaneous sounds coming from outside in the hall, she assumed where the other residents of the building. Bourne's bag caught her attention. Her fingers tentatively fingered the straps that helped pick up the surprisingly light bag.

Siena, Italy

8:40 PM Eastern Time

He saw Bourne come to stand out of the moving crowd on the streets. Why make himself stand out? Abruptly, Bourne moved towards his right and continued on his way.

“Where are you going, Bourne?” he questioned out loud. Throwing the toothpick away, he walked around the outskirts of the crowd and when granted the opportunity, made his way into the crowd and followed Bourne.

Perhaps, he could find Agent Parsons along the way.

New York City, New York

9: 11 PM Western Time

Helicopters whirled above Landy as she swallowed the tiniest bit of moisture still in her mouth. She dared not move until it was safe. But outwardly, she dared not show how badly she was scared.

“Agent Landy?” a bomb squat officer called out to her. She had called in her situation as soon as she had slipped her phone from her pocket carefully. Now, she was surrounded by barricaded police cars and the large bomb squat tank in front of her vehicle. Up in the air, a helicopter routinely passed by, illuminating the suddenly dark alleyway.

“Yes?” she replied.

“I'm going to ask you to follow my instructions precisely in order for you to come unharmed of any injury,” the officer smoothly replied. He eased closer. “Do you see any wiring connected to the door or any other part of the vehicle?”

“No, I think it's based on leverage,” she called out, hoping to be heard over the loud hum of the helicopter. The man seemed to think it over and glanced back at his crew. He nodded back at them and received a nod back. He glanced back to Landy.

“Okay. Agent Landy?”

“Yes?”

“I'm going to need you to stay calm as I open the door,” he spoke, shifting his hand onto the door handle. It wasn't the first time she had been up close and personal with a bomb of the sort. The job almost guaranteed it. But this close, to have been the target- “Agent?”

“Yes?” her heart raced as the covered man finally opened the door.

“When I give the word, I'm going to pull you from the the seat and we'll duck for cover, okay?” he asked. She nodded. He carefully wrapped an arm around her her and waited to fix his gaze onto her own. “Ready?” she nodded again.

Suddenly, he jerked them both from the car and fell for cover.

Siena, Italy

9:01 PM Eastern Time

Bourne glanced back. Now knowing for sure, he waited for the right time and slipped into a fishery market. Almost in sync, determined steps passed by the door he had entered. Pacing himself a step, he came out again and searched for the man who had been chasing them.

Siena, Italy

9:03 PM Eastern Time

How could he have lost track of Bourne? He allowed himself to be swallowed by the pedestrian crowds still out this late at night and supervised from a secluded vantage point. Sudden movement to his right caught his attention.

“Che 'e la?” (Who is there) he called out. Abandoning his post, he resumed to slickly pull out his gun from his sleeve and maneuver it to his left hand. Suddenly, he was pushed harshly against the brick weathered wall. Running on trained instinct, he kicked his opponent at his knee cap but managed to kick air. A swift thrust was aimed true at his nose and his eyes watered. His gun was tossed from his hand and his arm was twisted with a sickening thud behind his back. Suddenly, he was pushed back into the same wall, his arm now useless.

“Who sent you?” Bourne demanded, his face expressionless and surprisingly, not out of breath.

“Mi dispiace. Io non comprendere,” (I'm sorry. I don't understand) he replied. In a flash, Bourne held a gun to his opponent's forehead. The man met Bourne's eyes steadily.

“Who sent you?” Bourne tried again, his tranquil demeanor running thin. Suddenly, the man brought up his injured arm and knocked aside Bourne's arm. Bourne reacted and met the man's arm with his own. He caught the man's hand and jerked the fingers out of their sockets. The man gave a small muffled yelp and spun against the wall and out of Bourne's range. Bourne calmly faced the man and secured the gun in his grip.

“...” the man attacked and fixed Bourne's arm with a good sized kick. Bourne went back a step and ducked when the man tried the same move again. He caught the guy's leg and spun him around to loose his balance and landed him a good kick on his side. He grabbed the man's shirt and brought him up, pinning him against the wall again. The man's eyes widened when Bourne's gun clicked and was placed between his eyes.

“Che inviato tu?!” Bourne tried for the last time.

“Why do you defend her?” the man countered, speaking in perfect English. Bourne's eyes flashed and he released the man, but only stepped back a foot's width, his gun still aimed.

“Defend who?”

“Parson.” Bourne showed no reaction to the name. Neither man made any movement for minutes. The man licked his bloody lip and stood erect against the wall. “She's working with them. They abandoned BLACKBRIER but-”

“You know BLACKBRIER?”

“...” the man swallowed his reply and twitched his limp arm. Bourne clicked his gun again.

“...the wound to your side has pierced your lungs. Blood will fill them up in a few minutes...I suggest you speak...” the soft words chilled the man's spine, making his eyes widen slightly.

“You're aiding the enemy.” Bourne remained expressionless. The man made a move to jerk out of Bourne's gaze and Bourne followed. He pulled back the man's arm and jerked him to the floor.

“Who sent you?” Bourne deadly mumbled. Night time had rendered most of the crowd in doors now and the lack of light played strange shadows on Bourne's face.

“...they'll come for her...” The man mumbled. Bourne tensed and threw the man against the wall, making him slump to the floor in a weakened heap. Promptly, Bourne turned and began to disassemble the gun. The man's eyes widened when no bullets fell from the now destroyed gun.

Siena, Italy

10:07 PM Eastern Time

Bourne kept to the shadows of the streets and retraced his steps. His mind, now more busy than ever.

Siena, Italy

10:08 PM Eastern Time

She had been pacing for a good hour or so, debating if she should. She had found something to fill her stomach, mostly coffee, but that hadn't calmed her nerves. Nikki knew she shouldn't but with trembling hands, she made work of opening Bourne's bag and peeled off the top. Her eyes widened.

New York City, New York

10:31 PM Western Time

Landy was allowed to move, after the explosion, her ears still ringing. Men in uniform made quick work to extinguish the fire of her car. With sudden realization, she noted she had left the gun in the car.

“Landy, are you okay?” her assistant asked her. She nodded, not trusting herself to talk and helped herself to sit in the ambulance. Police enforcement kept reporters at bay.

It was safe to say, someone wanted her dead.

A/N: hope this one's okay. Been a while since I wrote this one up. Same excuse: School's being a pain right now. Sorry it took so long. Months right? Right.

Sorry if the translations aren't right.