7:12am USA

"Do you think this will work?" Noah stared at the live security feeds of the US embassy in Paris.

"As long as she is on their side." Patricia had stopped pacing and now stared stoically at the screen.

"Yvette?"

Patricia nodded, "If she decides to help arrest Jaz, we are history."

"And we could lose the rest to espionage changes." Hannah chimed in.

Patricia glared at the other woman but what she said was true. Everything depended on Yvette. And considering how much they didn't know about the woman, that was not a good feeling.

Paris

The trio of Amir, Jaz and Amanda moved like clockwork. Amir dropped Yvette's phone near an outside table of a café at an intersection with lots of people around and they pivoted away from the direction they had been going. In another block, it was time to split up.

Jaz pulled her hat off and shook out her hair.

"You don't want to be obvious about it." Amir cautioned her. Amanda was restless in his arms so he sat her down but kept her hand in his.

"I also don't want to look like I am impersonating a French officer."

"Good point." Amir glanced around, nerves tense, "I will see you at the embassy."

"Absolutely." Jaz gave him a smile and headed off solo to finish her journey.

Preach and McGuire waited the required time before leaving and they took a third route to the Embassy.

"This certainly feels quiet." McG watched the streets as they moved along, "Like we are about to lose something important."

"It's often only after losing something that you realize what it truly meant to you." Preach told him.

"Can't we get one trip without some of your vague wisdom?" McG joked.

"You came pretty close to never hearing it again." Preach responded and MCG did a double take. Preach rarely talked about his injury. He and Patricia were almost killed in an explosion by a rogue agent. It required almost a year of medical treatment and physical therapy to be sure he was fully healed. But once cleared for active duty he was able to re-join the team.

McG clapped Preach on the shoulder, "No matter what I say, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"There she is!" Noah's voice was loud. Both Hannah and Patricia jumped but automatically looked at the video screen.

Jaz Khan was approaching security at the embassy, passport in hand. Patricia breathed a sigh of relief. She had contacted embassy security and talked to the agent in charge. She had given him the riot act about getting her team inside and was happy to see that the man she spoke with was outside with his officers. The men looked at the passport then waved her inside. Patricia felt a weight lift from her. Jaz was out of reach of the French. Step one in getting the five out of the country.

Patricia touched her earpiece, "Dalton?"

"Go ahead."

"Jaz is in the embassy."

"Yes!" The relief was evident in his voice but he tamped it down, "I'm only two blocks away. Preach?"

"We hit some construction and had to take a detour but no one has been following us as far as we can tell and we have been extremely cautious of that."

"Roger that. Amir?"

"Just got to the meeting place. Don't see Yvette."

"She should be there by now." Dalton checked his watch, "Watch your back."

Yvette touched her injured side as the pain level rose. She surveilled the area closely. Foot traffic nearby contained both tourists and residents. Vehicles drove by the shops and buildings yet none stopped. Part of her had expected the Americans to double cross her, but that was mostly because she believed the worst of everyone. Some of that was her Intelligence training but some of it was from her traumatic childhood which caused her suspicious nature.

She saw Amir approach, holding her daughter. She sighed, her posture relaxing. There were still good people in the world. Not that she'd ever admit that out loud. He noticed Yvette a moment later and stepped her way.

"Thank you." She took Amanda from him and the girl threw her arms around the mother's neck.

"Jaz made it to the embassy." Amir told her.

"Good."

"You really think French Intelligence isn't going to punish you for helping us get away?"

She shrugged, "Maybe I can play it as gaining the trust of America."

"Do you think that will work?" Amir wondered.

"Not sure it matters." She was non-committal.

"Are you sure I can't talk you into coming with us?" His eyes twinkled

Yvette glared at him, "Not interested."

"You know I had to try." He smiled broadly, "If you ever want to, you know to give us a call."

"Not a chance." Yvette looked down at her daughter, pushing her hair out of her face.

He crossed his arms, "Do you really never think about defecting? To anywhere, not just America."

"No. There's always more I want to do. For my country, for the world," She sighed, "But now it's over. My daughter needs me. Like it or not, I am all she has. We will disappear now, just me and Amanda, find a quiet spot to live."

"Sounds heavenly."

"Maybe." She shrugged, "It will be different, that's for sure."

"Be careful." Amir to turned to go.

"Amir." Her voice stopped him. Amir looked back at the pair. Yvette wasn't looking at him.

"You'll probably figure it out eventually, but truthfully I never expected to see you again."

He was confused, "What do you mean?"

"Amanda."

His eyes widened as he looked at the girl.

"She's yours." Yvette had to force the words out as she made eye contact with Amir.

He could see the truth in her face. The news hit him in the gut. He had a child.

"There are a lot of documents, rumors and stories about who her father is." Yvette took a deep breath, looking away, "Most the evidence points to him being a Russian. But officially, her father was my work partner, Michael. He died in the line of duty but he and I had talked before and we had planned for me to claim he was her father."

"Are you sure she's mine?" Amir had to ask.

"I was sleeping with you for almost two years." Yvette was expecting that question, "Yes, I'm sure."

Amir paced away, resting his hands on his hips, "What do we do now?"

"Nothing." She shrugged.

"You can't just drop this bombshell on me and disappear!"

"I could have just not told you at all." Yvette pointed out, "This situation was everything I feared about having a child. She will be a target of my enemies and if you are identified that only adds to the threat. But I will protect Amanda with everything I have. I'll never tell anyone you're her father so expect a lie if it ever comes up. I'll talk about how Mike was looking forward to meeting her and the dreams and plans we had as a family. A few people suspect the Russian story." She trailed off, "But you should know the truth."

Amir sighed, his mind racing. There was no easy way to be involved in Amanda's life. His job was risky.

"The longer you are here the more chance you will be found." Yvette reminded him to get going.

"You just told me I have a daughter that I'm probably never going to see again, so give me a minute." Amir ran his fingers through his hair as he took a breath. He faced her, their eyes meeting, "Did you ever think about me?"

"I gave birth to your daughter; of course, I think about you." Yvette admitted.

Amir stepped closer, reaching a hand to cup her face with his hands. Yvette leaned toward him and their lips met. It had been years but, in this moment, it felt like no time had passed as they touched. She kissed him back tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

Amir leaned back to breathe, stroking her face with his fingers. Amanda squirmed in Yvette's arms and he glanced down. He pressed his lips to his little girl's head. She turned to him, curiosity in her eyes and now he could see some resemblance to him. His mother would be thrilled with a grandchild but this would never work long term. And that would only hurt Amanda. But something in him wanted to watch his daughter grow up, "I hope we see eachother again."

Yvette gave a small smile, "Maybe someday."

He looked at his former lover, "Someday."

The End

A/N

Thanks for hanging on with me for so long. Sorry for all the delays. Love the actors and so happy they are doing well in their careers-RIP Anne Heche.