"You're not going." Nigel said quickly, taking the suitcase from his friend and dumping it out onto her bed. "I am."

"Excuse me?" Jordan huffed.

"There are four children in this house that need someone to stay with and I'm pretty sure that's not me." The former ME shot her eyes to her husband who dropped his gaze to his own bag.

"Woody!" She yelled.

"He's right." Hoyt whispered, not meeting her burning eyes.

"I'm just supposed to sit here alone with the kids and-."

"Not alone." Bosco muttered coming into the bedroom and dropping his gun case on the desk beside Hoyt. "Sully's coming up from New York." He turned his face back to Woody. "This is all I got." He gestured to the amo.

"We'll have to get more." Townsend set his jaw. "We have no idea who's on our side and who's not."

"Jonas will protect her." Bosco's voice was soft. "She's very loyal to him. He's taken good care of her."

"Jonas is a murder." Jordan shot quickly. "He killed Garret. Remember that while I'm here singing "twinkle twinkle" with Sully and the kids!"

Nigel was pulling what supplies he needed from the remnants of Jordan's packing.

"It's not that simple." Bosco sighed.

"Let's not go there again. Okay?" Woody breathed. "Let's get Faith out of there before they-."

"Assimilateher?" Nigel's accent tipped the word, making it almost humorous. Woody watched Boscorelli's gaze fall to the pile of bullets before snapping a clip into his weapon.

"I'm going to go talk to the kids." Bosco muttered tucking his gun into his waist band.

"You should get Mya packed." Woody said softly.

"What are you talking about?" The cop shook his head. "I'm not taking Mya anywhere!"

"We need her." Woody shook his head. "We won't find them-."

"He's always found them before." Bosco gestured to Nigel.

"It's not just your future that's at stake here you know." Nigel snapped back.

"Well then fuck! Let's use my five year old as a shield so you can get your girlfriend back!" Bosco yelled.

"She is one of them." Nigel whispered.

"She's a little girl, you-" Bosco started around the bed towards the other man.

"I said 'Let's not freaking go there!'" Hoyt yelled, shoving Bosco back a little.

"We may need Mya's help." Woody looked at the other cop intently. "She's the only link we have to Faith right now."

Bosco started to shake his head before his gaze fell on the doorway, where Mya stood watching him intently.

"Jamie's sorry. She didn't know."

Jordan looked at Bosco hopefully, but his eyes never left the little girl. She dropped onto her knees and met Mya's eyes.

"Can you talk to Jamie?" Jordan asked. "Tell her we're coming?"

"No." The girls head shook quickly. "The prototype will hear."

"What about your Mummy?" Nigel grimaced, looking at the little girl.

"Mommy won't listen." She said softly, looking at Bosco. "Ruth can hear me, but Mommy won't listen to her."

Boscorelli moved forward. .

"Then you tell Ruth.." He swallowed hard, scooping Mya off of the ground. "You tell Ruth we're coming."

One week after Mya's birth

Bosco watched her sleep, knowing it wouldn't be peaceful for long. He settled back into the chair, eyeing Mya as he leaned back, rubbing his face. He didn't move when the door creaked open, Jordan had been in and out all night.

"She's alseep." He mumbled, pressing his fingers harder into his eyes. "What ever you want to accuse her of next will have to wait."

"I'm not accusing her of anything."

Bosco froze at the voice, his hand slowly lowering to his gun.

"Get the hell away from her." The complete icyness of his voice made Jonas' hands lift slowly until they were both level with his chin. He raised his eyebrows at Bosco.

"I won't hurt her." He said softly. "She's a friend of mine."

"She doesn't know you." Bosco shook his head, he gripped the handle of his pistol.

"Boscorelli." He sighed dramatically. "I don't expect you to understand."

"Make me understand." Bosco pulled his weapon.

"A series of implants have been attached to her brain. Then she's been injected with agents that amplify the implants until they can dominate the areas of her brain that define who she is. Her memories, personality, thought processes, will all be replaced."

"Replaced with what?"

"With who." The other man explained. "Replaced with Ruth Truewell."

"Like hell-."

"It's already started. She told you, about what she did to that ME." Bosorelli looked away.

"That was a-."

"She's already starting the transition. Ask her. She knows."

"Get out." Bosco held his gun tighter, training it on Jonas. The other main nodded, his hands still up. "Wait.." THe NYPD officer whispered. "What happens? To Faith?"

"She'll fade away. Ruth will take over more and more, until she no longer exist."

Bosco moved closer, his gun raised towards the other man's face.

"How do we stop it?"

"The process can't be reversed."

"The hell it can't." Bosco put his finger on the trigger. "How?"

Jonas grunted painfully shaking his head.

"Control is in the hands of the the symbiont. We decide how much or how little. There is nothing you can do."

"Jordan says your were Garrett. That when she left Boston, you were still Garrett Macey." Bosco was trying and failing not to be desperate.

Jonas exhaled slowly.

"It's complicated." He winced.

"Explain it!"

"No."

"No?" Bosco shook the gun trying to remind him who was in control.

"I don't have time to answer all of your questions about something you will never understand." He said, before softening his voice. "I will take care of her though. You have my word. I'll die before I let anything happen to her."

"So will I." Bosco reminded him. "We're not going to roll over and let this.." He shook his head again. "Fuck! This is all just a bunch of Star Wars Fantasy crap.."

"Boz.." The soft whisper lowered his gun to his side immediatly as he backed up to where she was laying.

"I'm here." He told her quickly. "So's he."

"Jonas." Faith whispered fearfully, moving to sit.

"Ruth."

"Don't call her that you son of a-"

"Bosco." Faith's hand laid against his arm before she pushed her self off of the mattress. He re-holstered his gun to help her up, stopping to run his hands down the back of her head. The NYPD officer narrowed her eyes at Bledsoe "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"You'll be a threat to your family. Sarah will always know where you are. She'll know where your baby is."

"You're not taking that baby out of this room." Bosco said sternly.

"No. I'm not." Jonas agreed.

"Wha-?"

"You are. You're going to take her as far away from here as you can." His eyes drilled into Boscorelli's. "Ruth is going to go back and tell everyone she delivered a still born."

"You're scared of her." Faith whispered slowly.

"I'm scared of what they'll do with her." He says softly. "She's.. She's a masterpiece." His eyes closed as he whispered reverently. "She"s everything we worked so hard for."

Boscorelli's eyes fell on the little girl, curled up in his sweatshirt.

"That's why no one can know she survived." He said frankly. "Anthros will turn her into a weapon of the most deadliest type."

Bosco crept closer to her, pulling back the fabric from her face. He took in her angelic face.

"You can feel it." Jonas told him. "You can feel her power."

The other man didn't disagree, he simply kept his eyes on the child.

"She knows you'll protect her."

"She's just a baby." The cop muttered weakly.

"She's not 'just' anything." He countered, turning his eyes back to Faith. "That's why you need to be as far away from her as possible."

"Get out." Bosco said suddenly, shaking himself out of his revelry and putting himself between Faith and the stranger. "Get the hell out before I do something you'll regret." He put his hand on his gun again.

"Fine." Jonas raised his hands, glancing from him to Faith. "She knows I'm right. It's only a matter of time before Ruth realizes.. I can wait."

"Get out." Bosco called as the door swung shut. Faith looked back at the baby, the man's words echoing in her head.