3. On the Way

Ethan was living in a huge estate with an at home nurse. He had more than he could need so instead of letting them call a cab again, he'd given them the keys to one of his cars he never drove any more. He'd followed through with his promise to help and now they were headed to another address. Wyatt called Agent Christopher to give her an update but he'd kept his eyes on Lucy the entire time. She stared at the address with a look of awe on her face and tears in her eyes.

"What is it?" He asked her as he hung up the phone and started the car.

"He spent his entire life pretending to be someone else," she said with a tone of amazement. "I don't know how he did it. I could never have done that. I would have run screaming in the other direction."

Wyatt shook his head at her as he drove away from the house. "No, you wouldn't have. I've seen you in action, Luce," he said. He realized too late that he'd never shortened her name like that before. It felt natural though. It must have to her too because she didn't seem to notice as he continued. "You could have done it. I'm not saying it wouldn't have been hard, but you're a fighter and you're stubborn as hell. You'd have done it."

She smiled warmly at him and nodded. "Thank you," she replied. "Not just for that but for coming with me and being here for this."

"Always," Wyatt promised. He meant to too.

"Ethan gives me hope," she admitted. "Hope that being Rittenhouse isn't inevitable. For a while there I thought...I felt-It all seemed so futile. Like there was no way out of it, you know? But this," she said as she gripped the paper Ethan had given them. "This is proof that there's always a way."

He took one hand off the wheel and reached over for hers. He held her hand tightly and laced their fingers together. He spoke as he turned his focus back to the road. It was probably good that he wasn't looking at her when he said this. He'd show his hand if he did. "You are not a Cahill, Lucy. You're not. You never will be. Just because these Rittenhouse bastards think you're future is already decided doesn't mean they're right. You are Lucy Preston and you saved General Grant's life, fought Nazis, saved me at the Alamo, got Astronauts off the moon, and robbed a bank with Bonnie and Clyde. You can do anything. Screw Rittenhouse."

She squeezed his hand with a bright smile. "You're ridiculous, but thanks."

"Come on," he said as he turned a grin on her. "Say it."

"Say what?"

"Screw Rittenhouse. Go ahead. Say it. You'll feel better. Trust me," He told her with a smirk.

"I don't see how-"

"Oh come on, just say it. Unclench a little," he said with a teasing chuckle.

"Fine," she said with a small laugh. "Screw Rittenhouse."

That was just pathetic. "No, say it like you mean it. Come on, you can do better than that."

She bit her bottom lip, took a deep breath, and then yelled as loud as she could, "Screw Rittenhouse!"

He smiled at her and then laughed as soon as she started laughing.

"See?" He asked. "Was I right?"

"Totally right," she agreed. "That felt amazing."

They arrived at the address a few minutes later and found a lock on the door knob. It was a lock a realtor uses to lock up a house key while a house is being shown. Lucy put in the combination from the paper Ethan had given them and a box on the lock slid open, revealing a key. She unlocked the door, with shaking hands. They're futures depended on what was on the other side of this door.

They weren't at all disappointed when they opened it. Boxes upon boxes of files and artifacts and reels of film littered the place from floor to ceiling.

"Damn," Wyatt said as he whistled in an impressed tone. "Grandpa Ethan went all out."

Lucy covered her mouth with her hand in shock and then shook herself back to reality as she dialed Agent Christopher. "He did it," she told Denise after giving the woman on the other end a moment to answer. "He got us everything we need and I do mean everything. It's unbelievable. Give your superiors the address. We're home free." There was another short moment before the call disconnected and Lucy put her phone back in her pocket. She turned to face him with an awestruck face and a slack jaw before she launched herself at him in a tight hug.

"Oh my god, we did it," she said with a laugh.

He lifted her feet off the ground and spun her briefly in celebration. Never once loosening his hold. He laughed with her as he set her feet back down on the floor.

"We actually did it," she said with a shake of her head. "We just need to wait here until the Homeland Security agents show up to keep a watch on it for tonight."

"And then?" He asked.

"And then we're no longer traitors," Lucy said with a chuckle. "We can go and then come back in the morning to start sorting through all of it."

It seemed the mission was finally coming to a close and one startling thought struck Wyatt.

The mission ending meant he'd have to say goodbye. He looked over at Lucy's beaming face and realized he didn't want that. He didn't want to leave her.

Not yet.

He took her back to Mason Industries once the agents arrived with the promise he'd pick her up in the morning and they'd ride over together to start going through all of it. When he agreed to it, he didn't know he wanted an excuse to spend more time alone with her, but now he was glad he had it.