Sorry again for the delay. I was in a rush to post this, so if you see anything wrong, I apologize.

I hope you all will enjoy this chapter. Only two more to go!

Amy immediately rushed to her son's side. She checked him over, making sure he was alright. His shirt was a little bloody, but nothing seemed to be wrong other than that. He was alive. Neither Amy nor Dan had any clue about how Andy could have survived being shot three times.

Dan's eyes went first to Isabel, who was lying motionless on the floor. There was no blood around her. He was uncertain whether she was dead or not, but he hoped that she was dead. Then he wouldn't have to keep turning around and expecting her to be behind him, wearing her scary Lucian smile with a gun pointed at him.

Natalie saw the confused yet relieved look on the siblings' faces.

"He shot the woman," Natalie explained, pointing at Flannigan.

Dan gawked in amazement, looking from Flannigan then back down to Isabel. "She's dead?" He now knew that if Flannigan had the guts to do that, he was Dan's new hero.

Amy gaped, glancing down at Isabel, then to Flannigan. "What? Is she really?"

"Nah." Flannigan twirled his gun again, looking proud of himself. He grinned widely, something that Ian and Natalie hadn't seen very often.

"It was a dart gun," Natalie scoffed.

Dan's grin instantly faded. "Aw! Come on!"

Why couldn't Isabel just die already?

Ian and Natalie glanced at each other and rolled their eyes. Like it would be that easy to kill her, they were both thinking.

Amy, who had gotten down on her knees to check Andy, grabbed him in a tight hug. "H-how are you still alive? I heard the gunshots-the three of them," she said, fighting a sob.

Andy's eyebrows knitted together. "Three? Oh-!"

"The first two were Isabel," Ian said.

"The last was me," Flannigan continued.

Amy eyed the blood on Andy's shirt. "But...you were hit." She looked nauseous.

"Oh, I know!" Dan cried, jumping up slightly. "He's got super ninja powers that he inherited from me!"

There was a silence in which everyone turned to him, their eyebrows raised disbelievingly. Dan frowned at their expressions.

"I'm afraid," Ian began slowly, "Natalie and I will have to take credit for that. I gave Flannigan a shirt to give to Alexander. The shirt was made with special bullet-proof fiber Natalie and I experimented on and we thought it was flawless. As you can see, it still needs perfecting..." He frowned at Andy's injury.

"Thank you." Amy hugged her son tightly, making sure to avoid the wound. Andy's skin turned slightly blue, due to the lack of oxygen. "Thank you all so much."

"What are you babbling about now, Ames?" Dan said. "It's my job. We're family!"

"She wasn't only talking about you," Flannigan snapped.

"So..." Andy began, grinning from ear to ear, his color returning since Amy let go of him. "Does this mean we can all go home? I can finally talk to Minnie again and Flannigan can finally meet her?"

"She's very...feisty," Flannigan commented.

Andy turned to the man with his eyebrows raised. "She's your daughter."

Flannigan shrugged. "She gets it from her mother."

Andy shook his head and sighed.

Suddenly, the doors burst open, revealing a very breathless Hamilton Holt, a red-faced Sinead Starling and a calm Jonah Wizard.

Hours Before

While walking to school, Minnie glimpsed what she thought was an aged man, dressed completely in black, following her. She took a few random turns to throw him off track, making sure not to stray too much from her original path so she wouldn't get lost, and quickened her pace. However, she still felt as if someone was following her. She built up her courage, whirled around, and walked right up to him.

"Who are you?" she demanded. Her voice was as cold as the air around her, but in truth, her insides were quivering in fear.

"My name is Fiske," the man in black answered, loudly and dramatically. "I am Alexander's uncle."

Minnie frowned, guessing the man's age to be older than eighty. Amy was barely thirty. If this man was Andy's uncle.. no, the age difference didn't fit. "You're too old to be his uncle."

The man sighed in impatience. "His great-grandmother Grace was my sister," the man clarified.

"So you're his technically his great-great uncle?"

"Whatever you prefer." The man – Fiske - reached for her elbow. "Now, we must be going. As I heard, my nephew is in need of your help."

Still Hours Before

Sinead's cell phone rang. Groaning, she flipped onto her back and reached for it.

"Hello, this is Sinead Starling asking, 'why in the world you called at this time?'"

"Err, hello to you to, sis," a voice replied uneasily.

"Ted," she growled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What do you want?"

"Sin, it's morning over there you know," another voice, identical to the first, called.

"Ned," she answered again, "I know, but I haven't had much sleep lately."

"Sorry," her brothers chorused.

"It's fine." Though it really wasn't.

"Anyways," Ted said, "Fiske Cahill called us."

"Fiske?" Sinead was immediately wide awake. "He's dead! I went to his funeral!"

"Well, apparently, he's not. He went into hiding," Ted answered sheepishly.

"He said he has Minerva Jacobs and they have a lead on where Alexander, Amy and Dan are," Ned continued.

"He has Minnie? Why? She's ten years old for heaven's sake!" Suddenly, she fully realized what her brothers had said. "Lead? What 'lead'?"

Her brothers gulped, and started to tell her the whole story.

"It seems..." Hamilton huffed, "As...we're...a bit...late."

Sinead glared at him. "You think?"

"Amy, Dan! Good to see you again!"

Jonah spread his arms out for a hug, which of course he didn't receive. Jonah pouted and turned to the young boy slightly hidden by Amy. He looked almost exactly like his father, but he had green eyes, with flecks of amber, just as his comrades had described.

"Hey there little bud!" Jonah grinned at the boy. Alexander, was it?

The boy blinked at him. "A-are you...Jonah Wizard?"

Jonah was tempted to ruffle the boy's hair, but he could see that Ian looked ready to pounce.

"Yeah. Wass' up?"

"Not much..." The boy trailed off, glancing at Isabel.

"Yo!" Jonah jumped a foot in the air. It was not a very pleasant sight. "Is she dead?"

"No," Natalie answered, rather impatiently. "Shot by darts."

"Oooh," Jonah said, wincing. "I almost feel sorry for her."

Suddenly, a girl's voice echoed through the room.

"ANDY!"

Andy turned around, eyes wide, "Minnie?"

"Hello, this is Officer Ryan Woods. How may I help you?"

"I've heard you are investigating Isabel Kabra's disappearance, Ted. I have some information for you."

"Who is this?"

"It's Fiske Cahill. Now, if you would please pass this on to your sister..."

"I thought I told you to stay in the car!" Hamilton cried.

The girl shrugged. "My best friend was nearly killed and you expect me to stay in the car? Mr. Holt, it's like you don't know me at all!"

After a tight hug, Minnie turned to everyone in the room.

Looking around, she recognized almost everyone in the room.

Mr. Holt and Miss. Starling were slipping their guns back into their belts, while the Jonah Wizard was making a conversation with everyone.

The man with the dark-blonde hair and an exact copy of Amy's eyes had to be her little brother Daniel Cahill, Andy's uncle. And the creator of CLUE HUNTERS! Minnie really loved that game.

The man and woman beside each other, looking like flawless super-models had to be Isabel Kabra's children, the ones who saved her life. She smiled at them. "Thanks. Without you, I'd be dead."

The woman smiled. "It's fine. You're from our branch."

"Branch?" Minnie echoed, confused.

"It's a long story," Andy said simply, stretching the 'long' and smiling sheepishly at his friend.

Suddenly, a man that Minnie recognized from the website, Ravi Patel, stepped forwards. "Hello, Minerva."

She was at loss for words.

"...what is your emergency?"

"I know where the escaped convict Isabel Kabra is," Mr. McIntyre said clearly.

Minnie's eyes widened. When she finally got her voice back, she spat out one word, "You."

Seeing she was about to pounce, Andy quickly intervened. However, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop her if she chose to leap onto her estranged father. He was still sore from where the bullets had hit, and still slightly bleeding.

"Before you do anything, Min, keep in mind that your father probably saved my life," he said quickly.

"What?" she asked curiously, turning to her father. "You did?"

"Yes, I did. I'm also sorry for the email. I couldn't put you in danger." He tilted his head in Isabel's direction. "She couldn't find out."

Andy didn't know what was going through Minnie's head, but he was sure she was close to forgiving her father.

"Did you call the police?" Fiske asked the other man with him.

"Yes. They'll be there soon," Mr. McIntyre answered.

"Good," Fiske said, frowning slightly. I hope soon enough...

"Well..." Minnie didn't know what to say. Her father stood right in front of her-the man who had been absent for her whole life. Her best friend was beside her, and he had said her father saved his life. Her father said he had been trying to protect her by making her think that he hated her.

She was still mad at him, but for a different reason. That reason was because she felt that since he risked his life to save Andy's, she should cut him a little slack. But the question in her mind was: Why didn't you want me in the first place?

It was totally random and off-topic, but she felt that every child whose father or mother left them willingly deserved to know.

She spoke over the lump in her throat. "So why now? Why do you care all of a sudden?"

You weren't there. You were never there!

He looked pained. "I was young. I was stupid. It was very foolish-I don't know what I was thinking. But as soon as your mother left with you, I realized how much I truly loved both of you. But I thought it was too late to get you back. Then Alexander came along and I found you again."

Everyone did their best not to look or eavesdrop too much.

Meanwhile, Andy slowly crept away, giving the two much needed privacy, wincing at the pain in his chest. He knew that if the bullets had actually entered his body, it would hurt a whole lot more.

He started to stand. His knees were a little wobbly. He managed to cross the space between him and his father, and then he hugged him. "Thanks," he said quietly. "You saved my life."

Ian, though a little shocked, smiled and hugged him back. "You're welcome."

"So how did you three find us?" Amy asked.

"That'll be because of me," a new voice said from the doorway.

Amy and Dan turned, their identical eyes widening at the figure.

Sinead, Hamilton and Jonah grinned. The siblings were about to be reunited with their uncle.

"Fiske?" Dan gasped, recovering from the shock of seeing him alive first.

Amy grinned widely, tears in her eyes. They both hugged him (Dan poked him several times to make sure his uncle wasn't dead, much to Fiske's annoyance). Amy was the only one who cried. (Sure, Dan and Fiske had tears in their eyes, but Amy was full-out blubbering.)

"B-but D-Dan said that you were d-dead," Amy said, finding it hard to speak.

"That was because the Madrigals suspected that Isabel had supporters whom would aid in the breakout," Fiske answered. "In order to make sure she didn't cause much harm, I had to go into hiding."

"So you knew that she was going to hurt people?" Andy suddenly appeared beside them. "So you could have saved Stephan?" The boy's voice was shocked. He was finally going to learn the full truth about his friend's death.

"I assume you are Alexander," Fiske nodded, leaving Amy and Dan to wonder how he knew about Andy.

"Andy," the boy corrected.

"Well Andy, Stephan's death was not the Madrigals' fault. We thought that Isabel would try to take you out herself, that's why we had first assigned Sinead and Hamilton to you and Minerva's school. If we had known, we would have saved him."

Andy was assured by the tone of his voice. That didn't stop the hurt of seeing your friend being murdered before your eyes by your psycho granny. He was silent for a while, and Amy wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"So you knew about Andy?" Dan asked suddenly, realizing that his uncle would have if he'd been keeping tabs on Andy.

"I held him in my arms," Fiske replied simply. "He was the first born of two branches. This was what the Madrigals aimed for-a link to two branches. He holds the serum."

There was a silence. Everyone had heard what Fiske had said and came together, puzzled at the words the elderly man had just spoken.

"What?" Dan asked frowning.

Sinead pondered over the words, and seemed to get what Fiske had said. "The Lucian part, right?"

"Yes," Fiske nodded.

"Back up," Hamilton said, blinking, trying to comprehend.

"You're saying," Ian began slowly, "that you...put the serum...into my son?"

"Awesome," Dan breathed, a grin growing upon his face.

Amy paled, her grip on Andy tightening.

"It's pretty smart," Sinead nodded. "That way it would be near impossible for anyone to steal it."

"Unless they got his blood," Natalie pointed out.

"Ah, that." Fiske smiled. "That was my idea. You see, the only way you can get the serum successfully is the first time, and that time, you have to give it willingly, and you have to get a rather large amount, and then extract the serum. If you do that with the others who have the serums, then you can have the full thing."

"And Isabel knew," Jonah breathed. "How did she know, dude?"

"We have a mole in our Madrigal operation," Fiske admitted. "So the others, the ones who have the serum, their names are top secret, or any of their identifying details."

"So..." Amy glared. "Those children, they're just guinea pigs? They're just used for the benefit of the Madrigals?"

"No," Fiske said. "They're for the benefit of the world. Alexander can still have a normal life. No one will be able to get the serum from him anymore. He also doesn't have the whole thing. The rest of the serum will be given to another."

"My sister?" Andy guessed.

Everyone turned to him.

"Your sister?" Amy repeated.

"Your sister?" Fiske and Dan cried.

"Whoa," Jonah, Sinead and Hamilton breathed.

"I have a daughter too?"

"NO!" Amy cried. "I only had one child, and that was Andy, thank you very much. Andy, what made you think you had a sister?"

"I saw..." Andy trailed off, remembering the pretty red-haired and jade eyed girl that looked very much like his mother. "Maybe I was just hallucinating," he continued uncertainly.

Ha ha! No cliffhanger for you!

If you still don't understand the whole serum-blood thing, review and say so, and I'll try to straighten things out in the next chapter.

This is not the end people! I've still got TWO MORE CHAPTERS and many of you want a sequel.

Now, I just want to say thank you to my friend Latifa (my 3rd favourite Elf), my brother Alejandro, my amazing beta Alex and to all of you who read this! Thanks so much for your support. Now this is starting to sound like the story's over, so I'll stop and leave these all for the last chapter.

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