Sorry for the delay in the updates. I got super busy! Should be going back to updating at least 3 times a week, I can't promise daily right now.

Pittsburgh, Henry, 2014

"Allie, we have to leave. I need you to get a weekends worth of clothes ready. Take no more than fifteen minutes." She looks confused. She also looks scared, I try to smile to calm her a bit, but I'm sure it comes as more of a grimace. She stands in the doorway of her room, just staring at me.

"Please, noodle." She must hear the desperation in my voice, because she turns around and grabs her soccer bag to empty it and replace its contents.

I knock on Jason's door next.

"Jase, I need you to pack a weekend bag, now." He opens his mouth to immediately argue with me and to interrogate me, but I hold up my hand.

"Just do it son." He looks at me hard, trying to decipher what is going on. He is my kid who always wants to know what is going on. He looks angry, but I get my point across and he re-enters his room.

Next, the twins. They're playing with their Hot Wheels when I enter the room. Crashing them into each other and laughing at the wreckage. There has to be a metaphor in there somewhere and if I was thinking straight I'd probably be able to find it.

"Hey, guys. I need you both to put your shoes on." I grab two little pairs of Nikes and two matching jackets.

"Dad?" Allison asks from the door.

"Yeah, Noodle?" I don't turn to look at her. I'm too busy tying four shoes.

"Do you need clothes too? What about Mama Jess?" I flinch when she says Jess' name. How am I supposed to break her heart all over again? I wanted to do this in a better way. A much more controlled way, but here I am having to operate in emergency mode. Having to drag all of them with me.

"Just me, sweetie." I tell her. I don't turn to watch her heart break. I don't want to see the pain and the confusion that must cross her face. But I do hear her footsteps walk into the room I share with Jess.

I give the twins Drew's back pack and I tell them to put their tablets and any toys they want to take in it. I then start to fill Bobby's with clothes for them both. When the back pack is sufficiently stuffed I struggle to zip it and then turn to them.

"Let's go you two." I try to keep my voice light. Allie and Jason are old enough to read moods and to understand danger. But the twins are little and innocent. I run into Allison in the hallway, she has her soccer bag and her school backpack. And then I notice my small carryon rolling suitcase behind her too. I had just unpacked it from California. And my sweet daughter has just repacked it with my things, no questions asked.

"Jason, let's go!" He begrudgingly meets us in the hallway also carrying his school backpack and small gym bag. I place Bobby's hand in Allison's and Drew's hand in Jason's.

"Go get in the van, get the boys in the car seats, I will be right behind you." I hand Jason the keys and he makes a face that signals his understanding of the seriousness of the situation. They run down the stairs and out the front door.

"You can't take the twins." She's no longer crying. She must know that the act is over.

"I can, I'm their father." I know it's not illegal for me to take them. I am their dad, and I am married to their mother. There is no formal custody agreement to worry about yet.

"Henry, you can't keep them all safe." I shake my head at her and she realizes that she's running out of reasons to try and make me stay. Because I can. I can keep them all safe. I may not have been in the CIA, but I am a well-trained Marine and a fucking fighter pilot. I know how to protect myself and my children. People often say they would die for their kids and while that sentiment is great and I would if I needed too, I also know I would have no problem killing someone to protect mine.

"I'm leaving now." I rush out to the van, and get in the driver's seat.

"Everyone buckled in?" I received four yes's as I peel put of the driveway. I head off for DC, the directions I know by heart.

Charleston, Elizabeth, 2014

We finally make it into our room at the Four Points. It's a rather big hotel for Charleston, usually filled with people attending some kind of conference. It's a nice cover, easy to blend in here.

"Whose name is on the credit card for this room? They're going to be watching your Lisa Aldin alias." I give her a look that says do you really think I'm that stupid.

"Jennifer Morrison." I tell her. It's not an alias of mine, Jennifer is a real person that hired Lisa once. I may be barrowing her Identity for this particular venture, but I will be sure to pay off the card I opened before she even knows it exists.

"Okay, I'm ordering a pizza." She grabs the hotel phone and the little book that lists local restaurants. While she does that, I get to work on calling Henry. I open one of the phones we bought and put the minutes on it. And then I dial the number.

US I-70, Henry, 2014

The ringing phone startles the entire car. It had been so quiet, the twins sleeping, Jason playing his Nintendo with headphones on, and Allison just looking out the window, her brain working so hard to put pieces together. It's rare that Allison looks like Elizabeth, she is basically my twin, but every once in a while she will make a face that is Elizabeth through and through. And when she reaches for the center console and grabs the phone, her look of confusion at the unlisted number is pure Elizabeth.

"Answer it." She slides the bar and puts it in my outstretched hand.

"Yes." I answer. I don't want to give away who I'm talking to. Allison doesn't deserve to find out this way.

"Hey, I just want to let you know I'm somewhere safe. Do you have Stevie?" She sounds tired on the other end of the call. Tired and worried and maybe a bit scared.

"Soon. About ninety minutes out."

"Okay, I'll call you again in three hours." She hangs up. I know we can't talk for long periods of time, but it feels unfinished. And I realize, it's because there wasn't an I love you.

"Its mom, isn't it." Allison whispers still staring out of the window. Not daring to look over.