Sophie left them traces to make her easier to find. She didn't realize it at first. A single magazine left in the airport chair was hardly note-worthy. But she made the connection immediately and got the idea. She would leave them little breadcrumbs to find her. In her father's sight she would act like the dutiful daughter he thought she was. But the moment he looked away, even for a second, she would betray him with a new crumb on the trail.

Hardison was the first to notice the tiny donations. Apparently Nate had been too busy trying to decipher why she would agree to run away with her abusive father and Parker was convincing Eliot to not murder said father. The hacker was the only one with a steady enough head to figure everything out. Once he did he ended up screaming and hollering at the others until his face turned blue, according to Nate. The mastermind created a plan and they followed the grifter everywhere. That was how they all ended up back in Portland and ready for business.

Nate didn't tell her all of the details but he told her enough. Sophie knew he had been a mess. The fact that he called the team instead of just going off and doing it himself, that was progress. Eliot and Parker were far better equipped for a rescue mission and Hardison had the ability to track anybody. She knew she was in good hands the moment Nate told her they were there. Sure she was completely bewildered that he would endanger their lives so easily but that was mostly because she knew what her father was capable of and they didn't.

%%%%%%%%

Sophie awoke in a slight panic. She bolted up on the couch and stared. She was home. She was back in Portland, safely away from harm. She relaxed back into place without a comment. Then she realized Nate was sitting by her head, staring at her the whole time.

He put his hand on her head and brushed his thumb lightly.

"I'm here," he said.

She smiled and nodded, tears instantly filling her eyes at the happiness within. She reached out towards her mastermind and he gladly kissed her outstretched hand. Then his big, blue eyes grew wide and pulled back to reach into his pocket. Before the grifter could even dare to question him, he pulled out a very familiar diamond ring.

"You dropped this," he winked, placing it onto her finger with a bright smile of his own.

The grifter pulled him into a kiss before he could even think about getting away. It didn't take long for the mastermind to respond. His hand found its way to her stomach and his thumb began to rub in anticipation.

"You know," he said, breaking away just enough to gain the grifter's attention, "You're still going to have to take a visit to the hospital to make sure that baby of ours is okay. You're not going to persuade me otherwise."

"A girl can try, can't she?" She smiled.

"Oh yes, you can," he said, laughing at the bright smile all over his grifter's face. Then his features fell with worry.

"Are you alright?" He asked, "You look happy but…"

"I'm very happy," she replied with a vigorous nod of her head, "Very, very happy."

"Good," he sighed in relief.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked suddenly, her voice turning fearful quite suddenly, "I know I should have told you about him, but I honestly thought he wouldn't find me."

"I'm not mad," he shook his head in shock of her thoughts, "No, I could never be mad about that. You're my fiancé. You're bound to have a few secrets you want to keep hidden."

"Are upset about how I handled it?" She demanded in confusion, "Was I too harsh? Maybe I should have made certain he ended up in prison. He'd like prison. Am I a bad person?"

"Well," Nate said frowning in concentration, "You're the one who stopped me from killing the bastard."

"But you weren't really going to kill him," she dismissed immediately, "If you were I wouldn't have been able to stop you."

"No, Soph," he shook his head, "You're the only reason I didn't kill him. You're also the only reason Parker, Hardison and Eliot aren't going to kill him. That makes you a very honorable person in my book. He deserves so much worse than what you've given him."

"Are you saying that because he hurt me throughout my childhood or because he turned me into a grifter?"

Nate stared at her as if she was crazy. He took her hand in his and gently kissed it, his eyes falling to his action. Then he looked up and his eyes were suddenly red and full of emotion.

"Is it bad if it's both?" He asked.

She gently ran her hand through his hair, relishing in the soft sigh that escaped his lips at her touch. She watched as the relief filtered through his features. Her heart ached at what he must have suffered through during the whole ordeal. But the way his eyes looked at her like she was the greatest art ever made, that made everything she went through completely worth it.

"If you change the past, Nate," she said, her voice serious and full of purpose, "You will never know what you've lost in return."

"Well," Nate smiled at her fantastic answer, taking her hand into his own and kissing it gently, "I don't want to lose you so I guess I'll just have to deal with the past you've been dealt."

"And remind me of the fantastic future ahead of us, of course," she laughed.

"You know I will never hurt our child, right?" He asked suddenly, his voice sounding almost fearful.

"Of course you won't," she stared at him in shock of the idea, "I know you and I remember all of your stories about Sam. I know you won't hurt this baby like my father hurt me that's why I'm insisting on having our baby. I know he or she will be well taken care of. The risk is worth it because of you."

"Okay, okay," he giggled at her passionate plea, "I get it. I just wanted to make sure you were aware."

Sophie smiled at his concern for her. She watched as he kissed her hand again and jumped to his feet. He went towards the kitchen and immediately started their meal. He was chopping away before he spoke again.

"At least I know you and I both had troubles with our fathers. I just wished yours actually cared about you."

"I'm sure he did in his own way," she mused, "At least that's what I want to think about him. I don't remember much about my mother but I'm pretty certain it was with her death that he stopped loving me. He used to always tell me how much I look like my mother."

Silence lapsed between them as they each became absorbed in their thoughts. Sophie reflected on the thoughts that had been plaguing her mind since the whole thing began. She thought about the danger her baby was so close to. She even thought about the pain she must have put Nate through. She should have told them about her father a long time ago. Oh well, the past was done.

"I was thinking," Nate said suddenly appearing right in front of her with an amazing plate of food, "about what you said about avoiding the wedding."

"That was ages ago," she sighed, "I had only just found out I was pregnant and feeling particularly panicked. You can't hold that against me."

"I'm not trying to avoid the wedding," he said, "I'm trying to figure out when to get married. We've known each other for a very long time, Soph. I want to make sure we have it on a day that is perfect for us and I can't decide when. That's what has been taking me so long."

Sophie blinked at the abrupt honesty. Apparently she wasn't the only one thinking about wrong-doings in the past.

"I just want you to be happy," he finally decided, "You deserve to be happy."

"It's about time you learned how to talk to people," she joked to ease the emotional tension, "How did that happen?"

"I met a girl," he laughed, "She promised she'd marry me. Figured I should learn how to behave myself while I still had the chance."

"I'm glad you decided to do the job for me," she laughed right on with him. Then she placed her hand on his cheek and rubbed her thumb along it. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

"Marry me," he proposed softly, "In Damascus."

"Damascus?" She smirked at the proposal, "Where we first met? When did you get so sentimental?"

"Why not?" He asked, "I'm competing with the biggest romantic on the planet."

"Where did you marry Maggie?" She questioned softly, combing her fingers through his hair in thought.

"L.A.," He answered in confusion almost automatically, "We had her whole family over there. Even my parents were there. I had to tell my dad to behave but it was alright. Why?"

"Why in L.A.?"

"Because that was where we…" he stopped suddenly and stared at her in complete shock, "It was where we met."

"And where you fell in love," she nodded, "So, we should do something similar. Let's get married in Boston. Unless you fell in love with me somewhere else."

"Venice," he replied with a smile, "I fell in love with you in Venice."

Sophie laughed and nodded her head in defeat.

"Me too," she said.

"Okay, Venice it is."

A/N: Thank you guys for reading and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

A/N II: Story Prompt: a Nate/Sophie story set to the song Kiss It All Better by He Is We, please. Bonus if Moreau is involved. The team would be awesome as well.