Arvin Sloane turned to hear the warehouse door being bombarded with gunshots. The door was knocked off its hinges onto the dusty cement floor.

Sydney and Vaughn, Rifles ready, stormed through the newly created opening.

"Sloane. I should have anticipated it to be you. I had this notion, but I didn't want to accept it. I didn't want to accept being hurt by you, yet another time." Sydney said as she focused her eyes keenly on the man that she despised with every fiber of her being.

"Now Sydney, is that any way to greet a man who thinks of you as his daughter? I really hoped that you didn't come. I didn't want to hurt you, but you really leave me no choice. You have your beliefs and I have mine and I am not about to let my beliefs be compromised by the mere inconveinence of your and Mr. Vaughn's presence." Sloane stated, so sure of himself, it made Sydney sick to her stomach.

Two armed guards began to lunge at Sydney and Vaughn. Just as they brought their guns up to shoot they were knocked backward from the force of Sydney and Vaughn's bullets. This banter continued as more of Sloane's followers retaliated against them. They dodged bullets and shot back in defense until only Sloane remained.

Sloane made a last effort dive toward the baby girl and Sydney shouted. "Don't you dare even think about touching Isabelle."

Vaughn looked over at Sydney and smiled, "Your going to name her Isabelle."

Sydney smiled back and then their heads turned back toward Sloane. Two bullets left the barrels of their guns and embedded themselves in Sloane's back. His hand hit the metal table as his body slumped to the floor.

Isabelle cried in terror as her parents rushed to release her from her restraints and the medical devices that she was attached to.

Sydney gently picked up her daughter and cradled her in her arms. Tears fell in a steady pattern down the side of her cheaks. Vaughn, standing next to them, brushed his hand over Isabelle's tiny head, he leaned in closer and let his lips fall against Sydney's forehead. He pulled his head back and looked down as his daughter. Words seemed too insignificant for this moment.

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"We are on are way back to Los Angeles now, we'll see you when we get there. Thank you for everything, Dad." Sydney finished as she hung up the phone with her Father. She placed her phone back into her pocket and tilted her head towards Isabelle comfortably sleeping in Vaughn's arms.

Vaughn stroked his daughter's tiny hand has she slept. "Syd, I can't believe this is over. I mean, we are really done. We can actually live without this threat hanging over our heads." He stopped talking for a moment to look down at Isabelle. " I can't believe how beautiful she is, she's just like her mother." Sydney smiled at that and Vaughn continued, "Sydney I never want this to end, this happiness and feeling of safety that we are experiencing right now. When we get back to L.A., I don't want to wait any longer, I want to marry you."

Sydney stood up and sat down next to Vaughn. She bent over and gave Isabelle a kiss on the forehead and then looked up and brought her lips to Vaughn's. When her lungs pleaded with her for air, she backed away just enough to whisper. "I couldn't agree more."