Mi Hija(My Daughter): 7 Years after "Guardian Angel", Isabel Taylor, now 23 years old, joins the FBI with Jack, Martin, Sam, Vivian, and Danny. She is Elena Delgado's replacement after being killed by her ex Carlos a year ago. Danny, still somewhat grieving and over-protective, doesn't want her on the team, fearing for her life. She and Danny bump heads every step of the way, Isabel trying to prove that she's as strong as she thinks.
"Agent Taylor," She greets back. "Well, she's all yours. Take good care of her."
Ms. Eddy goes back into the building, leaving Danny and Isabel alone.
"Ready to go?" He asks her.
"Yup. Vamos." She said happily.
"It's just me and you," Danny said. "Elena has Sophie, so where ever you want to go."
"The beach,"
"Okay, then the beach it is," Danny said.
"Danny?" She asked him. "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure you can tell me anything,"
"Thanks, for everything you did to save me."
He kisses her forehead. "I was your guardian angel sent from heaven."
6 Years After...
Elena Delgado stood face-to-face with her ex, Carlos Aguilar. He was right in front of her, breathing heavily, dark over grown, eyes bloodshot and smelled of Vodka. Carlos had a gun in his hand and a knife in another. Elena felt something stuck in her throat.
All Elena worried about was Sophie and Isabel. Isabel was holding on to Sophie tightly in the corner. Sophie's face was hidden in Isabel's shoulder. The terrified 22-year-old with the traumatized 14-year-old girl watch as his crazy man threatens their mother at gunpoint.
"Carlos, please put the gun down." Elena begs him.
He just glares at her and laughs. "No, not until you let me see my daughter."
"You have a gun to my face," Elena said. "You broke into my house and attacked my daughter." Elena stares at him with disgust. "You though she was me-"
Carlos pushes the gun to Elena's throat, stopping Elena in her sentence. She forced herself to swallow this large lump.
"Don't you used that bitch talk with me, Elena." He gritted. "You tried to trick me?" He gestures the knife to Isabel.
"No," Elena pleads.
"Then why this Puta looks like you!" He yells at her, startling Elena.
"You're drunk and upset."
"Please, put the gun down." Danny said from behind.
Carlos pulls the trigger. Bang!
1 Year Later( 7 Years In Total)
Isabel Taylor violently jerks into reality in her bed. She clutched onto her heart, feeling on its rapid thumping on her sweaty hands. She glanced on her cell phone: 2:30 am, June 13th. It was the first day on the F.B.I. Missing Person for Isabel. And Elena's death anniversary, one fucking year later.
"Oh, fuck me," She cursed in the darkness.
She knew that sleep wasn't an option, the T.V. would gave her a headache, coffee would cause a quick sugar rush and waking up or checking on Danny would not be an good option either. Scratching her head rough, Isabel grabbed "Aliens: Original Sin" and began to read.
Reading a book about monsters killing people in the most violent way wasn't the best thing to read after having a nightmare about your mother dying, but it seems to kind most of her fragile mind at ease. At least she hopes it does.
"I miss you, Mama Elena." Isabel whispers into sky, glazing at millions and millions of stars. "And you too, Mama."