Summary: When Isabel left Roswell years ago to get away from her troubles, she thought she'd never see any of her old friends again. When their paths crossed years later, Isabel is a married woman, but is she as happy as she seems?

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: *Checks tag* Property of Jason Katim and …. *sigh* nope still not mine. Please R&R!

PART 3

Maria grabbed the phone sitting on the coffee table and hit speed dial. She hoped Liz did not have a night shift today.

Come on Lizzie! Pick up! Maria ordered silently. After three rings a sleepy Liz picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She answered groggily.

"Liz! Get Max and get to Alex's quick!" Maria commanded

"Maria what's wrong? It's three in the morning? Are you okay?" Liz asked, sleep shaken from her by Maria's frantic screaming.

"It's Izzy! Alex found her in a park and my God, Lizzie she's so cold! Please hurry!" Maria pleaded

Liz sat straight up in bed, shaking Max, who was sleeping next to her, awake while she told Maria what to do. "What's wrong Liz?" Max asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"It's Isabel! She's at Alex's!" Liz hissed, covering the mouthpiece with her hand, while Maria ran to get some blankets.

"Please hurry Liz!" Maria begged.

"We're on our way!" Liz told her.

By the time Liz had hung up Max was already pulling on some clothes. Liz grabbed whatever was close and hurried to get some medical equipment of hers.

"Max, it's going to be okay." Liz told him. Max was driving so fast, that Liz was clutching the door handle. But she kept silent, knowing how worried Max was. Max just nodded as he sped to Alex's house.

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Maria pulled the blankets around Isabel in hopes of warming her freezing body. She noticed the cut on her hand and wondered if it needed stitches. It was still bleeding slightly. She prayed that Liz and Max get here quickly.

She heard Alex come into the den, laden with gauze and washcloths. "Here, it's to help stop the bleeding." He told her as he handed the stuff over to her.

Maria gently wrapped the gauze around her hand and hoped that it would do until Liz could see it. "Did you call Michael at his hotel?" she asked.

Alex nodded. "Yeah. He's on his way here. He said he'd grab the first flight he can find."

Maria bit her lip and nodded. She could imagine the panic Michael must be in. She remembered how worried he had become when Isabel had left Roswell all those years ago. He had searched for her in everyway possible. She remembered how devastated both he and Max were when they could not find her.

He holds everyone so close now. Almost as if afraid that they would also leave him. Maria realised. Isabel and Max had been his only family and to have that family torn apart had been tough for him.

The doorbell rang and soon Liz and Max were rushing into the den. How fast did Max drive? It must not have been ten minutes since I called! Maria wondered, but soon her concern for Isabel drove that thought away.

"Izzy!" Max whispered upon seeing her. "What happened to her?"

"I don't know! I saw a dream…and well it's a long story but I found her like this in Central Park!" Alex told them as he watched Liz examine her.

"We have to get her out of these clothes!" Liz told them. "Someone give me a hand. Alex can I borrow some of your sweats?"

Alex nodded and hurried to get them while Liz and Max led a barely conscious Isabel to Alex's room.

After the guys had left, Maria helped Liz change Isabel.

"Isabel, honey. I need you to help me." Liz said soothingly. "Do you understand?"

Isabel gave no answer but just looked serenely at her and held up her hands. Maria looked sadly at her. "She was like this when Alex brought her." Maria told Liz as she handed her the top. "What do you think happened?"

Liz shook her head. "I don't know…ohmigod!"

"What?"

"Look at these bruises?" Liz said taking in a sharp breath. "They are all over her ribs and hands."

Maria stared wide-eyed at the blackish-purple marks. "How did she get these? Some of these look pretty bad!" Maria exclaimed.

"Maybe Max can heal them?" Liz asked hopefully. But Maria shook her head.

"No he can't. Michael once told me that they can't really heal bruises. Their DNA doesn't allow it."

"But Max heals his own cuts." Liz told her, perplexed.

"Sure they can heal cuts and scrapes but black eyes and bruises…he couldn't at least." 

"Then I have to bandage it. At least the one on the ribs. The cut on her arm is not that bad. I'll just clean it up and bandage it." Liz said going into her doctor mode, as Max liked to call it.

After everything was done Liz told Maria to go back to bed. She protested but Alex made sure she did. "You are in no position to exert yourself." Max told her. "Try and get some rest. We'll wake you when Michael gets here." When Maria just glared at him, he gave her a small smile. "I promise Maria!"

She sighed and nodded. She was tired. All this had really exhausted her. Plus she knew with Lizzie, Max, and Alex, Isabel would be fine.

Once Maria had gone into her room, Max pounced on Alex. "What happened? How did you find her?" Max demanded.

Alex sat down wearily on the couch, rubbing his aching head. "It's a long story. I'm not even clear on some parts of it. I guess only Isabel can help us out on those."

"Well then tell us your tale! I mean, for gods sake! She has been missing for five years Alex!" Max said feverishly. "Five long years. Five years of worry, about how she is, where she is and suddenly you find her! In New York of all places! What are the odds?"

Liz laid a comforting hand on Max's shoulder. "Max, it would do no good to panic. Let Alex rest, he can tell us when Michael gets here." She turned to Alex, who gave her a grateful smile. He wasn't up to recounting the details. His mind was too confused. "You did call him, didn't you?" Liz asked.

Alex looked at her, distracted. "What? Oh yeah, I did. He'll be here by morning."

He watched Max laid his head on Liz's lap and she stroked his hair. He got up from the couch and headed to his room. He watched Isabel sleep. Her golden hair laid spread across the pillow. She looked so peaceful while sleeping. It was as he remembered her. But the look in her eyes, when he saw her was something he soon wouldn't forget. He wanted to know what had happened. He had so many questions for her. But they would have to wait. He curled up on the rocking chair in the corner of his room. He would watch over her tonight. It looked like she needed a friend.

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