Dr. McSleezy walked Blake out to her car again for the second day in a row.  "So, what's this bad boy guy have that I don't, Blake?"  He leaned against his car and crossed his arms.

"Well, for one he's trainable, where apparently you must be told no several times."  She gave him a grin.

"I'm trainable!  I'm a doctor for crying out loud."  He defended.

"You look at vaginas all day, John. You trained to literally look at vaginas."  She stopped before sitting in her car.

"You think that's all I do?  I had to do a pap smear on an 80-year-old woman today.  She literally quiffed dust in my face!"  He said and she rolled her eyes.

"Bye, John.  See you tomorrow."  She grinned as she shut her door and waved as she pulled away.

He stood there smirking and shaking his head as he watched her drive away.  This woman is like none other.  He is completely taken with her, and he loves the challenge.  He is unaware that he is wasting his time.

She finally pulled into her driveway and let Shadow out to do his business.  She stood holing his leash as she looked at her phone. Her bad boy is trying to find that perfect spot to mark as his own. She kept looking at her phone not even noticing the two black SUV's pulling up to her house. 

Shadow started running and his leash wiped her out of her deep thoughts, just as an extremely attractive man in a suit approached her with a badge in his hand.

"Dr. Russo?  I'm agent Parker with the FBI.  Could we have a word?"  He asked.

Blake stood there with shock written all over her face.  "Sure, is everything okay?"  She asked.

She instantly thinks back and hopes nobody is using her physician ID for prescription drugs or something crazy.

"Actually, we need to talk in the privacy of our vehicle.  Please come with me."  He said.

"He," she pointed at her dog, "I can't leave..."

"You may bring the dog, ma'am."  Shadow was getting a little too close to the gentleman and she tried to hold him back, until another agent offered to take the leash and lead him to the SUV.

He led her to the car and they all slid in just as the car took off screeching it's tires.  Agent Parker spoke into his earpiece.  "We have the subject, and our ETA is 20 minutes."

Blake just willingly gave herself to her kidnappers.

"Subject?  Am I under arrest?"  She was already nervous, but this is just too much.

"We will explain in a bit, Ma'am."  She's forced to sit there in a car with men she's never seen and nobody would speak to her.  They pulled up to a landing strip which understandably caused her to panic.

"What the hell?  No, that's not for me, is it?  What's going on?  I'm not moving until someone tells me what's happening."  She squirmed around nervously looking out all the windows. 

"Ma'am, this is for your own safety.  We will give you all the information you need once you're with the right people on the jet."  He said.

She fought, until she ended up thrown over Agent Parker's shoulder, and Shadow is more than happy to run up the steps into the jet.  Agent Parker handcuffed her to the seat and clicked her into her seatbelt, as she yelled. She tried to fight her way off the jet.

"Good luck Dr. Russo.  I'm sorry about the situation, but you'll know what you need to know soon."  He started to walk away.

"You're leaving me?"  She asked.

"Yes, this is an international issue ma'am. You're in safe hands, I assure you."  He walked away, and she looked out the window after tugging on her handcuffs.  Men in suits are talking out on the tarmac and shaking hands, before five men walk on board the jet.

"Ma'am, I'm agent Crawford with the CIA, and this is Agent Bradford, MI6.  We will be escorting you to your destination.  Bradford here will brief you on your current situation."  He said.

Tears were streaming down her face as she tried to get free.  "Darling, you're a physician and smart enough to know you're not breaking out of those cuffs.  As you've been told, we are here for your safety."  Agent Bradford said.

She looked out the window as the jet took off wondering how this could possibly be happening.

"Answers, now!"  She yelled, and Shadow laid down next to her, not at all bothered by their situation.

The MI6 agent leaned forward and started talking.  "You recently sent in a DNA test to a genealogy site.  This wasn't ideal, and did put you and anyone living in your home in danger." He said.

"What??"  She asked in confusion and fear.

"Your DNA alerted the American government.  You were brought here as an infant with the cooperation of  the CIA, MI6, and MI5.  We are taking you to a safe location, because your existence in itself, goes against what certain groups want, and when I say you're in extreme danger, I'm not joking." He said.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked again. 

"London Ma'am, to the only people that can keep you safe."  He sat back and looked straight at her. 

"What about my sister?  My work?  Who are these people, and why me?"  She asked.

"Are you familiar with the Romanov family?"  He asked, and her eyes widen.

"Yes."  She said with suspicion.

"Your great-grandfather was, Nicolas Romanov.  Your great-grandmother was of British royalty.  You are the descendant of Nicolas Romanov, meaning his wife was the granddaughter of  Queen Victoria." He said.

Blake looked at them like they're crazy.  "That's not even possible.  I read a book on this, and they proved with DNA, that Anastasia she died with her family."  She said.

The British agent leaned forward.

"Providing her DNA is on file.  Your grandfather was born and taken away before the assignation.  At the age of 45, he had a son, Maxwell.  That could have been the end of it, but your grandmother was, Joan Aragon of Spain.  Your father was raised English, then married Waverly of Lorraine, also raised English.  As long as there is a royal heir to the Czar that is unmarried, you are a threat to the Soviet Union.  Young lady, you signed your marriage certificate when you sent in that DNA test." He said.

Blake sat there not believing a word the agents said.  "Your taking me to some kind of sex ring aren't you?  Oh God, I'm going to be a sex slave.  I'm an American citizen!  You need to turn this plane around and take me home right now!"  She screamed. 

She tried again to free herself.

The American agent leans forward and laid his hand on hers.  "Dr. Russo, I assure you that you are safe and not going to be a sex slave.  Our orders are to deliver you to your godparents  They truly have your best interest at heart. 

The Lorraine and Aragon families will support your godparents in their dedication to keep you safe.  I have received word that your French grandmother and Uncle are on their way to London."  He said.

Bradford pulled photos out of an envelope and held them up.  Blake looked, and the photo of Waverly struck her like a brick to the face.  "You're the spitting image of your mother.  She was educated and a law professor.  Your father a physician.  Neurosurgery in fact, and Mateo Chapman was his closest friend.  They boarded together at the same boy's school, then attended Oxford.  Mr. Chapman owns Chapman Industries.  He is one of the most powerful men in the world.  You are lucky to have him on your side " he said.

Blake reached for the picture of her parents, and she could feel the tears try to escape.  She's never saw anyone she's actually blood-related to, and she's certain this has to be her mother, minus the big green eyes.  Blake's eyes are Grey with a blue lining the outer portion of her iris. 

She recognizes her father's lips as similar to hers, and it seems her father shares her annoying cowlick.   She has her mother's nose, shape of eyes, and brown hair.  Both of her parents appear tall.  She calms, she has all the proof she needs to know these are, in fact, her parents.

"No siblings?"  She looked up at Bradford.

"Sorry, you do not, but you do have cousins.  None know of your genealogy, only your grandmother and Uncle Lorraine are aware." He said.