Days passed by. Spencer and JJ spent much of their time with Gwen and Henry.

Sean and Jessica finally announced their engagement and festivities were planned for a double celebration. Mamas Rossi and Morgan prepared a traditional Italian feast, and Lettie was calm. There had been no news on her stalker since her birthday, or at least that's what she thought.

Dave was in his study working on forms Strauss had sent when his private line rang. He answered on the third ring, waiting to see a number on the display. It was Rafe.

"What is it?" Dave asked.

"You're not going to like it." The rest of Rafe's reply was cut off by Lettie's blood curdling scream.

Dave dropped the phone and ran out of his office to his wife's side. Her cell phone was on the floor and she was shaking. "Lettie, what is it?"

"My house." Was all she could say, as tears began to pour down her face.

"What happened?" Dave pulled his wife into his arms and kissed the top of her head.

"It's gone. It just blew up." Lettie's tears soaked through Dave's shirt.

Dave looked up at Cael who was standing waiting for orders. "Get Rafe on the horn… NOW!"

Cael dialed and handed his phone over to Dave.

"Boss. What happened?"

"Lettie just got a phone call. Something about her house being blown to smithereens."

"That's what I was trying to explain." Rafe breathed in. "It's Joesph and he found her house."

"She hasn't lived there since Montana. She was going to give it to Jessica as an engagement gift."

"He obviously didn't get that memo, Dave."

"Rafe! Now is not the time for humour!" Dave exploded, startling Lettie. "Shh, Bella. It's okay. You're brother-in-law just thinks this funny."

"Boss, you know I didn't mean to be insensitive. But he's not here and I think he knows that you and Lettie are together." Rafe said softly.

"If he steps foot on this land, he's dead."

"David, we all know that. We're searching for him as we speak. He won't get near her. I promise."

"He'd better not. Just find him." Dave hung up the phone and handed it back to Cael. He then picked up Lettie, and carried her to their bedroom.

Dave locked the door as soon as he laid Lettie on the bed. He turned to her. She had buried her face in the pillows, her shoulders shaking with sobs. He sat next to her and put his hand on the small of her back.

"Lettie?" Dave whispered as he kissed her head.

"Who would do such a thing?" She exclaimed. She hugged him tightly.

"We know who did it…" Dave whispered.

"He's in custody?" she looked at him, tears welling in her eyes.

"No. Rafe and the other's are out looking for him."

"Dave, who did it?"

"Bella…"

"David Rossi, who blew up my old house! Somebody destroyed my gift to Sean and Jessica, and I want to know who it is."

"It's him."

"No… Dave, you promised me that monster was a thing of the past."

"Lettie, I know. He won't hurt you ever again."

"Dave, no. He knows where I lived! He could've talked to my old neighbors… they could have told them I moved. He'll find us." Lettie was hyperventilating.

Dave pulled her closely and rubbed her back. "Nicolette, I won't let him! He will not get near you! He won't harm you ever again. Not as long as I breathe."

"Oh David." She buried her head in his chest.

He just held her and rubbed her back until the sobs began to cease. Finally she was silent. Dave looked down. She was asleep. He gently laid her on the pillows, placing a light blanket over her and quietly left the room. She needed her rest. This was quite the ordeal and it had tired her. She needed her strength to take care of the twins, and her own health. She was still weak from everything that had happened in the past few months. He snuck out of the room silently, and went to check on the children. Brennan needed a changing and Calleigh was hungry. Luckily, Lettie had taken to pumping. This now enabled her to go shopping or spend time alone with David, or even just sleep without the interruption of screaming infants, as Mama Rossi or Lettie's parents had taken to baby-sitting. This was greatly pleasing to Lettie since her parents had always said they'd never be like all other grandparents who baby-sit and take care of the grandkids. Sadly, Dave and Lettie were starting to miss time with their children. Now that Lettie was resting, Dave took in the moment with his children.

There was a soft rap at the door. DJ and Cael made a silent entrance. Dave looked up, then looked back at Brennan who was sucking his thumb and Calleigh who was now sound asleep in his arms. He went and laid her down in the cradle, and held his son. He needed Brennan in his arms, as to remain calm. He looked up again. His friends and brothers were somber faced.

"What did we learn?" he asked softly.

"That this man, has help." DJ hung his head.

"What do you mean he has help?" Dave breathed the words slowly and deeply.

"Well unless he spent his time learning military bomb techniques and how to use acetylene welding techniques to keep them in place, he's got help." Cael sighed. His heavy accent keeping the news in a calmer tone, even though his fists were clenched.

"Anything else?" Dave whispered, careful not to wake his now sleeping son.

"There was a note." DJ extended a charred piece of paper to Dave.

Dave looked down at his son and nodded to Cael. The younger man took his nephew and rocked him gently. Dave took the note from DJ. He read it very carefully.

"She is mine.

Always has been.

I will finish everything I started.

This is only the beginning of the destruction of her world.

Hand her over to me… no one else will get hurt, and nothing else will be destroyed.

She ruined my life and my family.

SHE WILL PAY!

Nothing you do can stop me."

Dave read the note over and over. He knew damn well that this bastard knew everything. "We have to get Lettie out of here. Take the babies. Get Mama, and her parents and go. We'll be behind you. Let the others know what's going on." Dave tossed the note on the ground and left the room, surprisingly calm as not to scare Lettie more than she already was.

Cael and DJ gather the twins and went off in search of the family.

Meanwhile… (Dave and Lettie's room)

Lettie stirred to the noise of the bedroom door opening and gently closing. "Dave?"

"Shh." A soft voice whispered.

Lettie's eyes fluttered open. The room was dark, but it wasn't Dave's voice. "Dave? Where is he?"

"Busy right now." The harsh voice caused Lettie to sit straight up in bed. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

"Don't you recognize me?" The shadowed figure entered the dim light coming in through the window.

"NO!" She stared hard at the man that had almost killed her all those years ago. He hadn't changed. "NO! This is all just a nightmare!"

She open and closed her eyes multiple times, but he still stood there. "NO! Please, just go away!"

"No." He took a step closer to the bed. An evil gleam in his eye and the crooked smile that had deceived her all those years ago, stared straight into her soul. "I will finish what I started. I'm going to ruin you, just like you ruined me. You took everything away from me."

"No. No, you did that yourself." Lettie hyperventilated. She was praying that Dave would come and check on her soon.

"No, you were supposed to die. That bitch found you, then your buddy convinced you to go against your better judgment. If you had just shut your mouth, everything would've been fine! But no! You listened to that son-of-a-bitch and then you married him!" He barked.

Lettie flinched.

"So I spent all that time in prison, thinking of how I would try and fix things with my family, and destroy yours. Though I had never imagined that you'd have two brats from that bastard then you go and marry another cocky bastard!" He took another step to the bed.

"Just go. Please." Lettie was pulling herself into a fetal position.

"No. Not til I finish." He was now at the foot of the bed.

"No. NO! Da…" Lettie tried to scream Dave's name, but Joe's hand quickly silenced her.

"Ah ah ah. No, he can't hear you. Not yet." Lettie fought against him, but he was still stronger than her. His free hand quickly found her weak spot, her still healing incision.

Lettie groaned. It was a blinding pain. A second figure appeared from the shadows. He was carrying rope and other things. Lettie looked up. Her eyes widened. "No." she thought. "This can't be happening."

"Ah, finally clued in?" Joe snorted. "You remember Shane don't you?"

Lettie was paralyzed with fear. Now everything was making perfect sense. Her old house being blown up. How she had been tracked down. Everything. She looked to the man she had once loved. "Why?"

"Because, you said you'd never marry a military man. That's why you ended it with me." The blue eyes gleamed in a way she had never seen before. They gleamed with death.

She shook her head. "No, I ended it because you didn't want me to go to university and get my degree."

"Ahh. That excuse again." Shane roughly grabbed her head and tied the gag around her head. "You're right I didn't want you to get your degree. Because a woman's place is in the kitchen. But yet, you married a man who served in two armies, both times in Special Forces."

He pulled her face to him. She fought against him again. But with both men holding her she had no way of winning. They threw against the bed and tied her hands. She tried to kick them, but to no avail. Her ankles were soon tied too. Now, she understood. She heard Dave's familiar footsteps, and watched as the knob turned to unlatch it.

Dave entered the room… and saw Lettie gagged and struggling against ropes that tied her to their bed. Her eyes widened as his world went black.