Santorini, Greece

"You still up for this wedding?" Kenny asked, "Everyone thinks we're married anyway."

"Are you? With all of this?"

"I want nothing more than you to be my wife. You already are, at least in my eyes. Why don't we call it a renewal of vows for anyone who asks."

"Another lie to add to the pile."

"Bella."

"I know, I know. Seeing all that yesterday, it just stirred everything up."

"Yeah," he said, as he pulled her up, "I have something for you."

Max smiled at him, "You don't have to give me anything."

He brushed her dark hair off of her face, "Oh, you'll like it, Sweetheart."

"Oh, Nikolai," Max sighed, as she took in the exquisite square cut sapphire ring, set in platinum, "It's incredible."

"I heard you liked sapphires, and I didn't think a diamond was the way to go," Kenny said, as he slid the ring on her finger, "So, Isabella Kapali, will you marry me? Today?"

"Today? You're insane. Yes."

He kissed her softly on the lips, "We're not working today. There is that little chapel by the beach. Let's go."

Rome, WI

"Okay!" Jimmy yelled, "Everyone drop your weapons. Do what he says."

"You made the smart choice. At least the first one," Skeeter sneered, "I hope it is one of many."

"What do you want?"

"Tie them up," Skeeter demanded, "Good. We want the diamond formula for starters. Then we want all of the diamonds made from it."

"We don't have any diamonds," Jimmy said, "I swear."

"Then you better find the people who do."

Santorini, Greece

"You may kiss your bride," the Priest said.

Kenny pulled Max into him, and it never failed to amaze him how touching her made him feel. It was like the earth stopped spinning.

"Hi, wife," he said quietly.

"Hi, husband," she replied, with her arms still wrapped around her neck, "Hmm, Nikolai?"

"Isabella."

"What about our honeymoon?"

"I took you all over Europe of few years ago."

"That didn't count," Max said, as they made their way back out onto the beach, "That was . . . we were running."

"Where would you like to go?"

She smiled at him, "I was thinking about our bed."

"You are a wicked woman, Isabella."

Rome, WI

"We don't know how to contact them,"Carter said, from his place on the floor, "No one has heard from them in more than two years, and I take it your people haven't been able to find them either

"I think that having you people being held hostage might motivate them slightly, "Giorgio said, "And they will be hearing about it. The news crews are here, and won't someone please think of the children."

Matthew and Zach huddled next to their mother, as Jill looked helplessly at a blind sided Jimmy.

"This is an international broadcast, and we are giving them five days to deliver the goods, or you all die."

"What if they're already dead?" Carter asked.

"Then you'll all see each other in the afterlife."

Santorini, Greece

"Jesus, Bella," Kenny groaned, as the stopped in front of the liquor store, "I think this calls for some champagne. Oh, God."

Max slid her hands out from his pants, as he pulled their motor scooter up to the curb, "I'm not sure I can wait until we get home."

"I want to lick champagne off of you."

"Well since you put it that way," Max said, as he led her into the store, "Oh."

"You're not supposed to say that until we're in bed," Kenny whispered in her ear, as he followed her gaze, "What the hell is that?"

"That's," Max sputtered, "Rome? Is Skeeter holding them all hostage?"

"It's big news," the shop keeper said, "The American police are being held hostage by the mafia."

"What do they want?" Max managed to get out.

"Something about diamonds," he said turning it up, "Listen."

Kenny pulled Max tighter against his side, as they listened to Skeeter, "These are our demands to Kenneth Lacos and Maxine Stewart. We want the diamonds you stole from us, or all of these people die. To the FBI, when we receive these diamonds, we want safe passage out of this country. We will not hesitate to murder everyone in this building. Max and Kenny, you have three days. Starting now."

"Wow," Kenny managed to get out, "Uh, forget the champagne. Bella?"

She nodded, "I just want to go home."

Rome, WI

"You better hope that they still give a rat's ass about you," Skeeter said, as he looked at the handcuffed, Jimmy, Jill, Carter, Matthew, Zach, Deputy Kneelson, Carlson and Roberts, "Or that someone else didn't get to kill them before we had the chance to."

"Skeeter, it's not too late," Littleton started.

"Unless you want to be shot, shut up."

Santorini, Greece

"What diamonds?" Max asked, as they settled on their couch, "The ones that Tom and Skeeter were going to manufacture?"

"There weren't any in the box?"

"Of course not."

"Why wouldn't Tom put them with the rest of his stuff?"

"Maybe he brought them with him to Chili?"

"Would he have put them in the briefcase with everything else?"

"We took everything out of there," Max trailed off, "Didn't we? What ever happened to it?"

"We left it on the ship. It was probably confiscated with all the rest of Tobias and Cahili's stuff."

"And taken where? Chili? Rome? Was it destroyed?"

"We should probably make some phone calls," Kenny said, "We still have that formula."

"You want to make fake diamonds? I think we need a lab for that."

"What if we give Skeeter a call? The line is probably tapped, but we still have that prepaid cell."

"Smartest thing we ever bought," Max sighed, "What should we say to him? No diamonds, let these people go? Or tell him to go to hell?"

"I was going for buying time. Three days?"

"Well we accomplished a hell of a lot in a week last time. Maybe we'll speed it up this time?"

"So you're willing to do this?"

Max regarded him silently, "Of course I am."

Kenny stroked her cheek, "You are the most amazing woman I have ever met."

"You make me feel that way," she said, as she watched him punch in the number, and pulled her closer so she could listen, "I love you."

"Love you too," Kenny said, holding her close.

"Who is this?" Skeeter asked, as he picked up the phone.

"Hello, Skeeter," Kenny said evenly, "We saw your broadcast."

"It's been a long time," Skeeter said, "Are you going to do what we asked?"

"We're going to need more time," Kenny replied, "It's going to take awhile to get everything together."

"It's a sack of 10 miscellaneous karat diamonds. How hard is that? Unless you want more deaths on your conscience."

"How do we know that you haven't killed anyone yet?"

"Well, you'll have to take that chance."

"No way in hell that we're doing that without confirmation that no one is hurt. You want your diamonds? We'll get them. After we know that."

"Fine," Skeeter said, as he shoved the phone at Jimmy, "Talk?"

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Jimmy. Is everyone okay?"

"Kenny?"

"Yeah. Are they?"

"Don't do what he wants. He's going to kill you both."

"We know that. Hang in there. You all are getting out of there."

"That's enough," Skeeter said, "Three days. You'll be here at 8:00 P.M. on Saturday, or everyone dies. See you then."

"We need a plan," Kenny said, "Those things could be anywhere."

"Chili. What about another box in Zurich? What about Morell? If he was turning everything over to him, it's something to check out. He's dead, but what about his family? Where would no one look?"

"That island was desolate," Kenny said, as they laid back on their bed, "What about in those caves? It'll take weeks to explore them. We only have three days."

"What if he destroyed them? He didn't want them on the open market. He didn't put this in his confession."

"Maybe he wanted some insurance if people came after him. A trade? The diamonds for his life? Where was he planning on taking you before he was killed?"

"I don't know. I wasn't really into talking to him then."

"We've been over all those papers so many times. There isn't anything else we can take from them."

"We're not going to let them be killed."

"Of course not, Sweetheart."

"If he didn't destroy, he would keep them separate from the information from Zurich. If they found one box, they wouldn't get everything," Max said thoughtfully, "Tom wouldn't destroy them, especially when he worked so hard to get them. His ego wouldn't let him."

"Okay, Bella. Where would he put them?"

"Not Chili. That would be too easy, so that just leaves the rest of the world."

"He's hidden stuff in caves and banks so far."

"If you never wanted anyone else to get something, where would you put it?"

"Did he get an autopsy?"

"No. He was buried in Taoramina, Sicily. It's where his family is from. You don't think . . . he wouldn't have ingested them."

"No one would have found them until he wanted them too."

"So, you want to go and exhume him? Shouldn't we look at anything else before that? Come on, Nikolai."

"What do you want to do, Isabella? We have nothing to go on!"

She gritted her teeth, "What if we don't find them?"

Rome, WI

"It looks like they give a damn," Skeeter said, as he hung the phone up, "You should be grateful."

"They won't give in to you," Jill said, "Not after all of this time."

"They called awfully quickly, and sounded concerned. They won't let you die. Stupid, stupid, stupid, people. It'll work out well for me."

"Skeeter," Jimmy started. "Would you listen?"

"No. You are all going into a cell now. I hope you pray that they show up in three days."

Santorini, Greece

"We will, or we'll fake it," Kenny replied, "We need to focus, Bella. We can throw around theories all we want, but we need some sort of lead."

Max nodded, "I know that, Nik. Okay. They could be anywhere, but Tom is buried in Sicily. I say we start there, but we're not digging him up. At least not yet. His grandparents still live there, and it is a good as place as any to start."

"Okay," he agreed, still holding her hand, "We'll take the first flight out of here. Do you think that Mikkos can run the store without you?"

"He'll have to. I'll just tell him that we had a family emergency," Max trailed off, "I guess we better start packing. You know. I felt so safe here. At home."

"We're coming back, Bella. This is our life, and we worked hard to build it. We're not starting over again."

She nodded, "I knew that we would have to go back sometime. This thing isn't over yet."

Kenny kissed her on her forehead, as he dialed the airlines, "Yeah. We'll fix this, Sweetheart."

"I know," Max said quietly, as Kenny made their reservations.

Rome, WI

"Jimmy?" Carlson said, after they were all locked in the cell.

"I say we listen to them," Carter cut in, "Maybe Kenny and Max will come through for us."

"I'm not too sure of that," Jill added, "They just vanished, and they weren't coming back to testify anytime soon."

"Kenny said they would do what Skeeter wanted," Jimmy finally said, "I believe him."

Santorini, Greece

"We leave in two hours," Kenny said, as he watched his wife, zip up their bag, "Sweetheart?"

Max nodded, "Two hours, I heard you."

"You okay?"

"Why am I shocked by this? Two days ago life was perfect. Was it selfish of us to just vanish like we did?"

"We were going to be killed. It was, somewhat. You make me so damn happy, and I feel guilty about that sometimes. I just want to live here, with you, and be happy. You're so totally Isabella to me, and I don't know how to go back."

"I feel like Isabella, I don't even know who Max is anymore," she said quietly, "And you're Nikolai to me. My incredibly sexy, funny, smart, sweet, husband. If we go back . . . would we be together if none of this ever happened? If we were who we used to be?"

"I'd like to think we would be. I love you, whatever your name is, whatever you look like. Although this dark hair is really working for you, Bella, you look like a Greek Goddess. I bet you could walk back into Rome and no one would know you."

"We might just have to try that."

"Whatever happens, we're in it together. And when it's done, whatever happens, it's you and me. You're my wife, my best friend, and the only person in the world that I can imagine doing everything that we've done together. I love you, and that is never going to change. Max, Cahili, Isabella, whoever we end up being."

"You're the most wonderful person I have ever known," she said quietly, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Lets figure this thing out."

"Sicily," Kenny said, "His grandparents. What do we know about them?"

"Nothing," Max replied, as she nodded toward their computer, "Why don't we find out?"

Rome, WI

"They aren't the same people they were a few years ago. God knows that they have to be responsible for some of the deaths that happened while they were running. Who knows what they're capable of, or if they even care," Littleton argued, "There was no way that they were coming to testify on their own volition."

"They called," Jimmy countered, "They could have just said screw it, and go back to their life. Wherever they are."

"Why do we even have faith in them?" Carter asked, "They didn't have faith in us two years ago."

"They didn't trust anyone, and who can blame them? I was ready to arrest Kenny. Max was kidnaped by her boyfriend, and they just had each other," Jimmy said, as he looked around the cell, "Unless we can break out of this cell, we'll have to keep the faith."

Santorini, Greece

"It's interesting," Max mused, as their plane headed for Taoramina, "Tom had more secrets than I ever could have imagined."

"No shit," Kenny said, as they pondered what to do next, "This wasn't on his list. Maybe it was where he planned on ending up with you."

"Hide where no one would expect you too," Max replied, "His grandparets have a villa in Taoramina, and still do. He spent his summers here, and it's a start at least."

"That's all we need," Kenny said, as the sky darkened around them.