Maxi-Luca: Checking everyday? Wowsers, that's awesome. Happy to hear that you like the memories. There had to have been a lot more happening between FAB then they showed on tv. A memory of when they made it official? Hmmm...maybe. That is an excellent idea you have, though, of when they might have made it official. Thanks for reading!

She couldn't breathe.

Bianca's lungs gasped for air as she stumbled back against the wall, her back slamming into the hard unforgiving surface. Her legs quivered, threatening to give out at a moment's notice. Numbness seeped through her veins, making its chilling way slowly up from her feet, overtaking her legs and causing her arm to sag under the weight of the whimpering child. Everything slowed to a crawl. Sounds of shoes scraping against linoleum and announcements over the intercom filtered through a haze, as if she were underwater. Her head felt heavy, and a nauseous feeling bubbled deep in her belly.

Through all this, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the bed. The empty bed. The bed Frankie was meant to be in.

They had got her.

"Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god." Bianca muttered to herself. The numbness started to fade, a burning in her chest taking its place as her throat clenched shut. "No, no, no, no. God no. Frankie!"

Her voice reverberated off the walls, the terrified cry ripping itself from her throat. She threw herself away from the wall and rushed out of the room, Gabrielle clutched in her arms. Tripping through the doorway, Bianca smashed into Stuart, the agent trying to catch his breath.

"Where is she? Where?" she shot a hand out, griping his jacket and forcing him closer. Wild swirls of brown stared at him, the intensity flowing out with each passing second.

Stuart felt his jaw drop at the desperate look. Still feeling the effects of the run, he worked to form words, "Mrs...Williams...calm down."

"Tell me where she is! Do you know? Do you?"

The agent raised his hands, his eyes darting towards the open door behind her. Bianca waited, her hold on the man unwavering as she listened for an answer, for the words she needed to hear. Nothing came out except labored gasps.

Feeling the burning in her chest intensify at the lack of response, Bianca pushed Stuart away, the man falling back against a nearby wall. Headless of his surprised yelp, the brunette sprinted down the hall, eyes searching for someone who could help.

Spotting a white lab coat a few feet away, she picked up speed, skidding to a halt beside the person as her hand swung them around, the pale fingers twisted in the white material. The startled man jumped at the sudden contact, his glasses skewing at the movement.

"Where is she? Frankie Stone...Moore...where is she?"

The doctor reached up and adjusted his glasses, an uncertain look on his face, "I'm sorry miss. I don't know who you are talking about. Do you know which doctor is treating..."

Before he could finish, she tightened her grip, causing the coat to pull against the man's shoulders, "305, where is the woman from 305?"

"Miss, I don't know. If you could tell me who her doctor is..."

Releasing a frustrated yell, she spun away from him and jogged down the hall, leaving him standing there in complete befuddlement. Noticing a nurse, she ran up to the blue scrub clad woman, her heels sliding across the floor as she reached her.

"305, where is she?"

"What?" confusion filled the nurse's voice.

"Did someone take her?"

"Miss, you need to talk to her doctor."

"DID SOMEONE TAKE HER?"

The nurse stepped back at the emotional shout, "Miss, you need to calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. Tell me where she is!"

"If you don't calm down, I will call security."

Throwing one of her hands into her long dark locks, Bianca turned away from the increasingly perturbed nurse and sped walk back towards the room. People passing by gave her weird glances, her demeanor and shouts drawing attention from the other occupants. Threading her fingers through her hair in frustration, her steps faltered as she heard another voice shouting angrily behind her.

"Who authorized this? That patient is not supposed to be moved! She needs to rest. She cannot be moving around!"

Bianca froze in place.

This was not happening.

That couldn't be her.

"Where did she get moved to? The patient is in critical condition. Moving her could cause more damage."

Bianca felt herself flinch at the harsh tone and equally frightening words. Swallowing roughly, she slowly twisted around, her eyes landing on a sight she never dreamed of seeing.

An older man, his face wrinkled and hair a light shade of gray, stood tall, his arms crossed as he listened with annoyance to the person yelling at him. It was a short woman, her long light brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. Her hands waved in the air as she became more and more agitated. Her familiar face was red with anger, and even from the distance Bianca could see her eyes were filled with worry.

Feeling her body shudder at the sight, the word left her mouth before she could stop herself.

"Maggie."

Somehow, over the rustling footsteps, beeping machines, and her own shouting, the young doctor heard her name. Glancing over in the direction it came from, she did a double take.

"Bianca?"

The taller woman brought a hand to her mouth, muffling a gasp at the familiar voice. She watched as Maggie ignored the other doctor and went up to her, concern in her voice, "Bianca, what are you doing here? Are you ok? Is Miranda hurt?"

She couldn't stop the tears, the salty drops of water trailing down her cheeks at that voice. A sob threatened to break out, and she pushed her hand harder against her mouth. All she could do was slightly shake her head.

Seeing the movement, Maggie let out a tiny sigh of relief, "Good. That's good." Her voice took on a tinge of impatience, her mind immediately going back to her missing sister, "Why are you here?"

As her mother raced away, Gabrielle secure in her arms, Miranda stood outside the door. Her tiny hands clenched into fists by her side, her mother's bone-chilling cry still sounding in her ears. Licking her lips, her mouth felt dry, like when she would go to the beach and get sand in her mouth.

Stuart stood behind her, dusting himself off after being shoved. She pretended he wasn't there, her eyes focused solely on the open doorway. Taking a hesitant step, she felt her legs tremble. Her mommy said Frankie wasn't there, but Frankie had to be there. She was there before. Where would she go?

Silently wishing she had her doll with her, Miranda felt a rush of fear course through her body as she stepped across the threshold. She was scared. The room looked so big, and the bed was so far away. She wrapped shaking arms around her belly, frightened eyes scattering around the darkened room.

She licked her lips again as she mentally talked to herself. She had to be brave. Like the pink power ranger. She could fight any bad guys that might be in there. Just like the pink power ranger. Just like Frankie. What would Frankie do?

Peering around the room one more time, she carefully walked further into the quiet space. Walking on her toes so she wouldn't make a sound, the girl made her way to the bed. Reaching the edge, she took a big gulp before crawling up on it.

Her mommy was right. Frankie wasn't there.

Where could Frankie be? Why would she go away? Miranda sat on the bed, her mind going a mile a minute. Maybe...maybe Frankie was hiding. If she was hiding, Miranda would have to find her. She let out a small sigh. There were so many places to hide there.

Peeking around the room, the child took a deep breath. She hopped off the bed and stood straight, her searching eyes taking in the area. If Frankie needed to be found, she'd find her.

With a determined stride, Miranda left the room. Stuart gazed down at her before ticking his vision back up to where her mother had run off to. Stopping outside the room, Miranda crossed her arms. If she was hiding, where would she hide?

Spotting an abandoned cart, the girl strode over to it. Dutifully, she searched high and low, swiping gloves out of the way and peering into boxes. Not seeing anything Frankie, she moved on, deciding to check every room.

The first one had an old woman in it. Her eyes were closed and her hair looked kinda blue. As the little girl jumped up beside her to get a better look, the woman spasmed, scaring the child and causing her to run out. Frankie wasn't in there. The next door had a middle-aged man behind it, his head all wrapped up like he was a mummy. His leg was raised and held up by wires and straps. It too was all wrapped up. No Frankie.

As Miranda worked her way passed the third door, she heard something. Pausing to listen more closely, she held her breath.

"Moving her could cause more damage!"

Her eyes widened as a grin broke out across her face. Frankie! Stumbling away from the partially opened door, Miranda sprinted down the hall, her tiny legs moving as fast as they could. Seeing her mother's back, she tilted her head.

There she was.

"Frankie!"

Maggie and Bianca started at the gleeful shout. Bianca's eyes widened even more as Maggie's squinted in confusion.

"Munchie?" Maggie hadn't heard that voice in so long. The voice that belonged to the little girl that she had loved so much, had thought of as her own.

"Frankie! I found you!" Miranda sprinted passed her mother, long arms barely missing her as she dodged away from them. She prepared to launch into the awaiting body. Frankie was here. She found her.

Eyes full of wonder stared down at her, a grin made of love and disbelief joining along. She didn't hear what the girl was saying. She didn't care. Her little girl was there. Her munchkin was there.

But before the child could fly into joyful arms, her tiny feet skidded to a stop. A frown marred her face and suspicion took over for glee. Something wasn't right.

"Munchkin, I haven't seen you in so long. I missed you so much." Maggie felt tears prick the corners of her eyes.

Miranda narrowed her eyes, "Munchkin?"

Maggie bit her lip, "Do...do you not liked to be called that now? Ok...Miranda, then...I still missed you. You've gotten so big."

Miranda hesitantly stepped back, her tiny body bumping into her mother's legs. Bianca dropped a hand to her shoulder, offering comfort and support.

Maggie watched, feeling a cold chill grip her heart as the little girl backed away from her. Why was she backing away? It had been years since they had seen each other, but they were still Maggie and Mimo. They were a team. She loved her like her own child, and Miranda loved her like a mom. The doctor shot Bianca a watery look, needing to know why she was backing away.

"Miranda, sweetie, don't you remember me?" Maggie dropped down to her knees. "We used to play together all the time. You're my Munchie."

Miranda stared at her, her body tense, "You're not Frankie."

Maggie almost fell backwards at the accusing words. Her mouth dropped open "Frankie? You-You know Frankie?"

Miranda nodded her head, nestling further against her mother. Maggie opened and closed her mouth, trying to understand. "How do you..." the proverbial light bulb clicked on, "You're here for Frankie. You know she's alive."

Maggie swiftly stood up, hurt eyes boring into Bianca, "You knew she was alive. You knew, and you didn't tell me."

Bianca tensed at the hardness in her voice. "Maggie..."

"How could you? My sister is alive, and you knew it. How long? How long did you hide this from me?"

Bianca swallowed hard. She couldn't look at the distraught woman, her head dropping to the side.

"No, look at me. Look at me, Bianca! How long?"

"Maggie..."

"You don't talk to me. You completely cut me out of your life. You cut me out of Miranda's. Fine. It hurt, and it was unfair, but I let it go. I let it go, because I didn't want to hurt you anymore. But to keep this from me...are you punishing me? Was this some kind of revenge?" Maggie's voice shook as her face twisted in disgust.

"No, don't think that. This has nothing to do with...what happened."

"Why would you...how could you? How could you keep my sister from me?" her voice broke as tears spilled.

"I-I didn't think. It was so fast. So much was going on." Bianca tried to explain, her heart breaking at the anguish pouring from the other woman.

"She's my sister." Maggie hit her chest, "My sister, damn it!"

"I know, Maggie."

The crying doctor turned her shoulder, fighting against the tears forcing their way down her smooth face. Bianca felt Miranda wrap her arms around her waist and lay her head against her hip. The little girl felt sad seeing the other woman cry. For some reason, the sight of her crying hurt. "Where's Frankie?"

Maggie pinched the bride of her nose, willing her breathing back under control.

"Maggie?"

The doctor looked over at Bianca, "I don't know."

"You...you said she shouldn't move."

Maggie pushed down her thoughts and feelings, "With her conditions...movement could cause more injury. She's in critical condition still."

"Oop, sorry ma'am."

Bianca swiveled around at the voice. Agent Jones was helping a nurse pick up some dropped files, most likely having run into her. Handing her the last sheet of paper, he offered her a sheepish smile before resuming his walk.

He stopped.

His eyes locked with Bianca's.

"Jones!" Bianca ran over to him, stopping him from making an escape. Maggie followed, not knowing what was going on.

"Mrs. Williams...hello." Jones gave a small wave, his eyes nearly popping out as he spotted Maggie.

"Where is she?"

"Where's who, ma'am?"

"Jones, just tell me where she is? Do you know? Is she ok?"

"Mrs. Williams, everything is fine."

"You know, don't you? Tell me. Please."

"What's going on?" Maggie looked between the two. She pointed a finger at Jones, "Who is he?"

"Mrs. Williams," Jones tried to steer the conversation, "why don't you go home? It's almost time for dinner, and I'm sure everyone's getting hungry. I know I am."

"Jones, I need to know where she is. Frankie is in danger!"

"Danger?" "Danger?" Jones and Maggie spoke at the same time. Jones had a spooked look on his face at the twin.

"Yes, she could be hurt...or...or kidnapped. Someone tried to kill her, and they might try again! You need to tell me where she is. It's not safe. We're not safe!"

"Jones, what are you doing?" a gruff voice joined in the conversation.

The group watched as two men walked up to them. Jones let out a sigh of relief, "Dir...Mr. Michaels, Mr. Johnson, it's great to see you."

Michaels scanned the group, a flicker of mistrust in his eyes as they swept over the two women, "Is there a problem here?"

Assuming that they were also a part of the FBI, Bianca pushed forward, going toe-to-toe with Michaels, "Yeah, there is a problem. You need to tell me where Frankie is right now. She's not safe. So if you don't want me calling your superior and letting them know how you're screwing up the lead agent's investigation, you better start talking."

The man's eyes hardened as he took in her words, "Tread carefully, Mrs. Williams. I'm not quite sure you understand what you're saying."

"She might not, but I do. You know about my sister?" Maggie stepped up to him. "You better tell me what you did to her, or I'll call the police. You better not have hurt her."

A flicker of a smirk hinted on Michael's face, "I assure you, I am not the one who hurt her. I never was."

Maggie leaned back at his words and at the meaning weaved into them. Michaels surveyed they crowd forming, "Might there be a place we can speak that is a little more...private?"

Maggie pushed open the door to the conference room, flicking on the light switch as she entered. Bianca followed, Michaels bringing up the rear. The three other agents congregated outside, Jones holding a sleepy Gabrielle while Miranda pouted in a chair next to Johnson.

"Ok, we're in a private room. Now tell me what you did to my sister." Maggie ordered.

Michaels casually went over to the table, pulling out a chair and lowering into it. He leaned back, his weathered eyes taking in the two women before him. He had to school his features, the smirk and laugh he wanted to release not being appropriate for the occasion. He couldn't help but feel them, though. "Your sister is safe."

"Where is she, and what did you do to her?" Maggie crossed her arms.

"I did nothing to her. Your worry is very admirable, though."

"I don't know who you think you are, but I love my sister."

Michaels shook his head, his mind going back to so long ago.

"Junior, come on. What's the plan? What's goin' on?" Luke drove the car down the highway, the area dark except for the two headlights.

Frankie just sat there, her head against the window as her eyes stared sightlessly out into the blackness. He had all but carried her back to the car, having found her in the woods near that boathouse. She had been out there for hours, and he couldn't tell if her shivering was from the cold or something else.

A humorless chuckle answered his questions, and he glanced over with concern, "Somethin' funny, Stone?"

She rested more weight against the door, a bitter grin covering her face, "I shoulda known."

"Known what?"

Her throat trembled as she swallowed, "She's the smart one, the one with a future. Why wouldn't she want her? Not some...stupid con-artist. Some fuck-up who's goin' nowhere. She was always the better one."

"Frankie?"

Teeth clamped down on a shaking bottom lip, "Guess I should feel proud. Must have liked how I look, at least."

He could feel the pain radiating from her curled form.

"Get me the hell out of here."

"And you, I bet you love her too, right?" he directed towards the younger woman.

Bianca glared daggers at his smug tone, "Who the hell are you?"

"Director Luke Michaels. I'm Stone's boss."

"Director of what?"

Luke glanced over at Maggie, "Your sister is in the FBI. That's why she's here."

"The FBI?" Maggie noticed that Bianca wasn't surprised by this fact, "You knew that too? You knew all of this, and you didn't tell me?"

Bianca bristled at the accusing tone, "You know, Frankie could have told you, too."

"Maybe she didn't know how to reach me."

"She's in the FBI, Maggie. She could have found you if she wanted to."

Maggie looked away, chewing her lip at the comeback. Luke rolled his eyes at the two women, "Is there something else?"

Bianca walked closer to him, "Where is she? I want to see her."

"Can't do that."

"Why the hell not? I don't care what you think or what you want, I will see Frankie!"

"You tell'n me what to do?" his voice was hard as steel.

"She could be hurt. I-I need to make sure she's ok. God, you don't understand. She..."

"Fell back into your trap." Michaels finished her sentence. "Bianca Montgomery, I know exactly who you are and I understand what's been going on."

Bianca's hands shook, "You...you moved her because of me? Us? Who...she could be seriously hurt because of what you did! How could you do that to her? Because you have a problem with what she did?"

"I would never hurt Stone." Luke clenched his jaw.

"Why did you move her?"

"For the safety of this investigation."

"Investigation?" Maggie spoke, trying to follow what was happening.

Luke sighed, "Sooner or later someone would notice that the woman lying in that room was not Frankie Moore. Hell, her twin sister is working in the same damn place. We got her out before someone could go poking around and finding out, quite easily might I add, that she wasn't who she said she was. One speck of blood could bring up her entire file. We can't let them know we're here."

"So you moved her." Bianca surmised. "You moved her to keep her cover."

Luke shrugged, "She would understand. Never blow cover. It would compromise the whole investigation."

"Moving her could compromise her health. Did you ever care about that?" Maggie rejoined the conversation.

"She was taken to a safe medical facility we can monitor her at." Luke replied.

"You're saying my sister is an undercover FBI agent?" Maggie let out an incredulous laugh, "And what? She was shot during some investigation?"

Luke raised an eyebrow, not answering.

"Unbelievable." Maggie smoothed a hand over her hair, "My dead sister works for the FBI. What, did she need a way out of jail?"

"Maggie." Bianca's voice had a warning tone to it.

"No, Bianca, I've been in the dark about everything. My sister is alive and in the city, and no one told me. She's been spending time with you and...wait, you said us. You...you two are together? I thought you were married?"

"I am." Bianca ground out.

"Oh, this is perfect. How long has this been going on? Huh? You what...saw her and decided to sleep with her?"

"It's not like that."

"How is cheating? I'm sure Frankie was never above that, but you...oh, that is priceless."

Bianca had to fight against the hand itching to slap the accusing face, "She loves me. She's always loved me."

"She faked her death! She pretended to be dead, and we mourned her. She didn't give a damn about anybody." Maggie choked out, fury in her words.

"She cares, Maggie." Bianca cautiously stepped towards the visibly upset woman. She was beginning to understand where this anger was coming from, "She cares. I don't know why she was away so long, but I know she still cared about you."

"She never cared about anybody but herself. She went to Pine Valley to con you, Bianca. Or don't you remember that?"

"But she didn't. She couldn't do it. She's a good person, Maggie."

"Yeah, she's so good that she pretended to be dead and left us. She was always good at leaving. She ran better than anybody." Her eyes flitted between Bianca and Luke, "And you two kept her from me. You both did. I could have found her."

"Dr. Stone..." Luke began.

"No, you stay out of this. You kept my sister from me."

"No, you two kept her from you."

"What does that even mean? Nevermind, all that matters is that she left. She didn't come back. She didn't care."

"She cared, Maggie. She still does. And you would be so proud of her. She's strong and brave..." Bianca reached out a hand for her former best friend.

Maggie shied away from the touch, "Yeah, I've heard that one before. When we both thought she was dead. But you know what, she's not brave. A brave person doesn't fake their death and hurt the people who love them."

"She loves you, Maggie. She loves me, too."

"Yeah, if she loves you so much, where has she been? Huh? Where was your brave strong Frankie when Micheal Cambias attacked you?"

Bianca gasped, her hand coming to cover her mouth as she stumbled back. Maggie's eyes widened at what she had said, an apology quickly forming on her lips, "Bianca, I didn't...I'm sorry."

Bianca backed away, her eyes glassy as she bumped into the table.

Luke was at her side in an instant, his steady hands helping her into a chair. Maggie watch, horrified at what she had said, at what her anger and pain had let out.

"Frankie was...she was..." Bianca mumbled to herself, body trembling.

"Agent Stone was on assignment. She was undercover at the time." Luke filled in, mentally adding a thank god. "By the time she came out, the incident had long since past."

Bianca huddled into herself, "She...she didn't...she would have..."

"Agent Stone was not informed about what happened until after the case. She actually found out herself. At that time, she was undercover so much, it was difficult for her to know what was going on outside of the case and where she was located. But, she found out about that. I'll tell you right now...if he hadn't already died, she would have killed him. I assure you of that. She almost lost her badge and gun that day."

Maggie fell to her knees beside Bianca, gently wrapping her arms around her, "Of course she would have. She would have been there if she could. You know that, Bianca. It was stupid for me to say that."

Holding the woman, Maggie looked up at Luke, "Where is my sister? Please, just tell us. Is she in danger?"

"We don't believe so. She was moved for the sake of the investigation."

"Yes, she is. We all are." Bianca blinked up at them.

"Do you know something, Mrs. Williams?"

Bianca swallowed, nodding her head, "Reese...Reese was on the phone. She...she knew what happened. They were going to find Frankie, find out who she really is. She...she was angry, said they messed up the set-up."

"Bianca, did Reese know where Frankie and Miranda were going and when?" Luke asked.

"Miranda had piano practice. Frankie was going to bring her. Reese knew the time. We had discussed it earlier."

"She knew when and where. Easy to setup." Luke muttered, "She would know where they are at all times." He raised his voice to a normal level, "Did she say anything about Stone being an agent? Does she know about us being here?"

Bianca shook her head, "No. They were wondering why she had a gun."

Luke let out a sigh of relief. "Good. Does Reese know where you are now?"

"She thinks I'm at Cambias, working."

"Ok, go to Cambias and do what you said you were. Then, go home."

"What?" "What?" Bianca and Maggie spoke at the same time.

"We cannot draw attention to the fact that you know that something is going on. Act normally. If she suspects anything, this investigation could be over."

"She planned an attack against Frankie. She tried to kill her. I won't have my children living there. It's not safe." Bianca shook her head.

"It's not safe for them if she knows you know. Mrs. Williams, this investigation could bring down an international criminal syndicate. We can't let them see our hand."

"They shot Frankie."

"And we'll lose them if you don't."