AN: Alright, Alright… here's the chapter where you find out exactly what Reno found… ooh intrigue… sorry… I've been saying that a lot lately…

Disclaimer: Sadly no, I do not own Tifa, Rude, Reno or Vincent… who seem to be the only characters that have appeared so far… But I do own what Reno finds…

"What might I want to see?" Rude asked, raising an eyebrow as he jumped to his feet in an almost catlike manner.

"Just come on," Reno said impatiently, pushing Rude up the stairs.

"Fine," Rude said, "Where is it?"

"Master Bedroom," Reno replied smirking, "Trust me, you'll be shocked."

Rude stepped into the master bedroom and looked around. In the corner of the room, by the window, was a small pink basinet. Rude wasn't sure exactly how to respond. He looked down into it and saw a tiny sleeping baby girl, and he placed the child at three or four months old, but what did he know about kids?

"She had a kid," Rude said, sounding almost disappointed. He loved Tifa, and she had gone off and had a kid. It's not like he was the easiest person to get a hold of but she could have at least tried to tell him about it?

Reno saw that his friend was hurt. "Rude man, it's not easy to tell an assassin you cheated on him," Reno had never been truly serious with about any particular woman, but he knew from experience that it wasn't easy to tell a Turk anything.

The two turned quickly when they heard the door creak open downstairs. Reno pulled his EMR from its spot on his belt and Rude pulled his gun out from the inside of his jacket. They both agreed that it was probably just a rat or a guy that got drunk a little too early in the day, but you could never be too sure.

At the bottom of the stairs Vincent stood, his widow-maker aimed at Reno. "I should have known it would be you two," Vincent said. He lowered his gun and his eyes narrowed, "Did Rufus send you?"

"Vincent," Reno smirked, "Long time, no see. Rufus says the Turks have gone to hell. There's talk of bringing you back in."

"I wouldn't go back," Vincent replied, "Even if it killed me. The company went down with the Turks."

"Rufus said he didn't expect you to come back."

"Reno, you're avoiding the question," Vincent demanded, "Did Rufus send you?"

"Yeah," Rude said quickly, "Rufus sent us."

"What for?" Vincent asked.

"We can't tell you," Reno replied.

"Where's Tifa?"

There was a pause and Reno said brightly, "The lifestream."

Vincent muttered something, and then raised his gun again, aiming it at Reno. "Why do you always point the gun at me?" Reno asked angrily.

"I can't shoot him," Vincent said, obviously talking about Rude, "I promised Tifa."

"Sorry Vincent, but orders were orders," Reno said. He sounded almost scared, which, as anybody, was not how that sentence was supposed to come out.

"We didn't want to kill her," Rude stated.

Vincent couldn't argue with that logic. He knew all about Rude and Tifa, and how much Rude had loved her. "Do you know about the child?" Vincent asked simply.

"You mean the kid upstairs?" Reno sighed in relief as Vincent lowered his gun again, "Is she yours?"

Amusement tugged at Vincent's lips, "That's a laugh. No, she's Rude's."

A force of emotions strong enough to kill hit Rude just then. What did Vincent mean, hid kid? How had that happened? A baby… "What's her name?" Rude asked shocked.

"Terra," Vincent replied.

Rude nodded. That sounded like a name Tifa would choose. It seemed like a good name for her child.

"Why were you here?" Reno asked interrupting Rude's thoughts.

"I can to visit Tifa. Seems as if that is no longer an option," Vincent said, laughing humorlessly.

"What about Terra?" Rude asked. "Tifa can't take care of her anymore, obviously."

Vincent shrugged, "I could take her."

There was a cry from upstairs and Vincent quickly put his gun away. "That would be Terra," Vincent sad, pushing Reno out of the way so he could make his way up the stairs.

Terra cried her eyes red and puffy. She reached up in the air when she saw Vincent, trying to get him to pick her up. Vincent picked Terra up gently in his human hand, looking at it lovingly.

Rude watched as Vincent handled Terra and wondered why he didn't know about his own daughter. Tifa told him to leave, so he did, but she had been pregnant… pregnant. He was still trying to wrap his mind around that; it was a hard concept to grasp. Had she known at the time? Shiva, he hoped not.

"Can I take her?" Rude asked suddenly. She was his kid, was she not? He had rightful custody, didn't he?

Vincent turned to Rude, "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why not?" Rude demanded, "She's rightfully my child."

"I just don't think it's a good idea," Vincent said, "You don't really want to raise her do you?"

"Yeah, I do," Rude replied.

Vincent would do everything in his power to change Rude's mind, if he thought it would make a difference, but he knew it wouldn't. "Alright," Vincent nodded. "Just promise you'll ask for help if you need it." Vincent said before placing the child in Rude's arms and leaving.