Lyrics belong to Nickelback from the song "Saving me" this is the end guys sorry it's not as long as the first one, I just don't have it in me this time around.

:Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me:

Back at the fucking airport.

As the car crawled slowly forward I wondered for the thousandth time what the hell we were thinking. Amy ducked out of traffic sliding into a parking spot miles close then I would have thought possible. With a deep breath I got out of the car.

"You ready for this?" Amy asked taking my hand.

"Nope," I shook my head. "Are we crazy?"

"No, we're good people doing the right thing." She squeezed my hand. "Come on." We crossed the busy street at a jog, stepping inside the cool welcome area of the airport.

"How was the meeting with Markus yesterday?" I asked.

"It went well; DEBS took him off the wanted list of all the major agencies. Being a free man seems to agree with him."

"He's a strange one," I shook my head.

"He hasn't left that boat in four years, I think you'd be a bit odd too," she smiled, glancing at her watch. "We better hurry."

Angling left we followed the directions Max had emailed and found ourselves in a back hallway of the airport. Third door from the left I knocked quickly and waited. Scud opened with a grin.

"Hey!" He pulled me into a hug, tugging me aside so Amy could move in. She hugged Janet quickly.

"How have you been?" Amy asked.

"Good! The trial went great," Janet answered excitedly.

"Yeah, we won't be seeing Katia or Conner for a long time," Max agreed with a smug smile.

"Good to hear," I nodded. "You want to fill us in on the plan here?"

"Subject arrives at two ten, we'll be on point here, here, and here," she pointed at different spots on a layout of the arrivals area.

"Looks clean," Amy nodded in approval. "Any back up?"

"We have a team ready in a car to follow and for extra guard detail if necessary. There shouldn't be a problem," Max answered.

"Are you sure you want to get into this?" Janet asked, looking truly concerned. "It's not the safest job."

"Like you ever give us safe jobs," I answered rolling my eyes. "Amy's got her heart set on doing this."

"She should not use it to think," Dominique answered scornfully. "It will only get you both in trouble."

"Don't I know it," I answered, receiving a smack on the arm from Amy.

"We'll be fine," she spoke firmly.

"Time to roll kids," Max spoke glancing at her clock. "You sure your mans on point for this?"

"I'm sure he's got the subject," I answered.

"Yeah he wouldn't wanna piss you off," Scud smirked.

We filed down the hallway and to arrivals gate six. Max and the others separated from us, leaving us on point. Amy squeezed my hand, glancing nervously around, then biting her lip as passengers began to unload from the gate.

"Calm down," I whispered, kissing her cheek.

"Sorry," she answered. "Do you see him?"

"No," I answered. "But Billy's got him."

"Are you sure. I mean this is going to be a huge mess if something went wrong."

"He's got him."

"How do you know?" She asked for the first time sounding like she maybe regretted taking this on.

"There," I pointed. Billy's curly head stuck out a bit, and we readied ourselves. I glanced around, checking that Max and the others were in place if anything got messed up. Billy separated from the crowd, a tight grip on the subject who looked mournfully at us.

"Hey Michal," Amy crouched to his level; he hid his face on Billy's leg.

"How was the trip, big guy?" I asked, holding out a hand.

"Was good," he answered his accent already starting to disappear after a week with Billy. "Was he good?" I asked Billy as Michal took my hand and we began to walk.

"The kids an angel. Bet he was glad to get outa that foster home."

"She went to great lengths to keep him hidden," Amy marveled. "It took the whole LA group to find him."

"We will see mommy?" Michal asked hopefully.

"Nope," I answered with a shake of my head.

"Maybe someday sweetie," Amy answered, elbowing me for my quick response. "Mommy had to go away so we are going to take care of you now, okay?" Michal nodded.

Max met us at the car, a team in place to follow us back to the house, then to remain on twenty-four hour watch for the next six months while we determined if anyone was going to try to take Michal. Hopefully with reprogramming he wouldn't remember anything he witnessed with his mother.

"Billy," she gave him a curt nod.

"Hi," Billy answered with a wide grin. "Oh!" Out of his bag he pulled a slitly wilted bunch of flowers handing it to her. Max took it with a look like it might bite her.

"Uh, thanks," she tried.

"I got tickets to a show for tonight," Billy continued earnestly. I don't know if you like Phantom of the Opera or not, and if you don't we can do something else.

"I love it," Max answered, her voice softening. "My mother used to play the soundtrack.

"Great!" Billy grinned. "Um I'll pick you up at seven."

"Yeah. Sounds good," Max tried to keep up her original distain of the idea, but it was clear the theater tickets had swayed her. I finished buckling Michal in and stepped back.

"Say bye," I instructed. Michal waved, looking more then a little confused, which I couldn't blame him.

"Dinner Sunday before you all head back?" Amy asked as I slid into the car.

"Count on it," Max nodded.

"I'll be there," Billy nodded. "Take care of him, he's alright for a kid."

"We will," Amy nodded.

I watched Max and Billy chatting as we pulled away, surprised she hadn't decked him already. Maybe they would get along, I reached over and took Amy's hand, glancing into the back seat where Michal sat clutching a stuffed dog, already half asleep before we pulled out of the parking lot. Yeah maybe they'd get along great I thought, kissing Amy's hand and leaning over to put my head on her shoulder.

Stranger things have happened.

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