Finale! Hope you like it. Ps, totally listening to Paramore's "Ain't it fun?" Just thought you should know.

There was a knock at the door, jostling Noah back from his unconscious state. Izzy stirred, but didn't share the same fate. He chuckled at his wife's laze ability.

He got dressed, then headed to the door. Whoever was on the other side knocked again before answered it. "Hello?" He sleepily asked a man. "Can I help you?"

The guy was so straight-standing, Noah figured he probably had a stick up his butt, but also refrained from saying so. He took a moment to observe that the man had curly dark hair and green eyes. "Are you the man of the house?"

Noah nodded, resisting the urge to yawn.

"We have reason to believe that a convicted mental patient was seen crawling in through a window last night. Can you deny this accusation."

Noah briefly contemplated lying to the man, but decided against it almost immediately. He sighed. "Yeah, she's here."

The man nodded, and forced his way into Noah's house. Noah half thought about punching the guy, but let it slip. But he did mutter sarcastically, "Come in."

"Can you go get her?" the officer asked.

Can you get out of my house? Noah snarkily asked in his mind. Aloud, he said, "She's not a danger to me or our child."

The cocky police man smirked. "That's for the government to decide."

Now Noah really HAD to resist the urge to punch him. He growled, "Well, pick the option where you're not tearing a family apart. Again."

Suddenly, the man whipped his gun at Noah. "Go get her," he hissed, "Or I shoor you. Then I go after that cute daughter of yours."

The gunman followed Noah down the hall as he slowly walked. The man prodded him hard in the gut. "Knock."

Noah did so. The man moved so that he was against the wall, and hidden from sight as Izzy opened the door. She was rubbing her eyes groggily. "Noah, it's your room, too. You don't have to knock."

"Let's go downstairs," Noah suggested.

Izzy yawned. "Or let's go to bed." she muttered.

Noah smiled reassuringly at her. "Come on. Let's go downstairs."

She sighed, stepping out of the room. As soon as she saw the gunman, her eyes widened. He hoisted the gun in their direction. "Walk," he snapped, "And no talking."

"I'm sorry, Iz," Noah whispered.

She stayed silent.

The gunman roared, "No talking!" viciously.

They stayed in silence as they walked into the living room. It was at that moment that Morgan camevout, rubbing her eyes. "Mom, dad, what's going on?"

The gunman grinned at the sight of her, moving his gun to point at her. Fatal mistake, it turned out; both parents moved. And they moved fast.

Noah kicked the gun out of his hand, while Izzy jumped onto his back. He tried his best to shake her off, but, as everybody knows, NEVER MESS WITH MORGAN IN FRONT OF IZZY.

He stumbled just enough for him for her to grab the curtains, pulling the rod down, and b raining him over the head with it. The guy fell forward, unconscious.

The doors burst open, and SWAT guys filed in. A man with blonde hair and browned eyes a dressed Izzy directly. "Good work, Captain Benten."

Noah stared at his wife in shock and awe. "Captain?"

It was crowded with about fifty men in one livingroom, but that's what the current situation was for Noah's house.

Izzy was in the middle of everyone, explaining that she knew the gunman would come today. She looked Noah directly in the eye, as she confessed, "I wasn't in an asylum because I was crazy. I was indercover where the Herold Rex- the gunman- was. My cover was blown, so they had to let me out early."

Noah couldn't quite wrap his head around it. "So, you're SWAT?"

She nodded.

"And you've been all along since we've been married?"

She shook her head. "No. Just since Morgan was two."

Morgan blushed at the mention.

This time, it was Izzy's time to look her daughter in the eye. "Do you forgive me?" She asked her child gently.

Morgan sighed, indecision clear on her pale face. After a moment, she replied, "Yeah, I guess so. But I've got a question of my own. You're really SWAT?"

Izzy nodded again, smiling.

Morgan grinned. "Cool."

Finished. Yay! Oh, by the way, ending with Bayside's "Winter." I highly encourage you to listen to this song, and the following; Poison in my veins, Mona lisa, Devotion and desire, They're not horses, they're unicorns, Already gone, Sick, sick, sick, and don't call me peanut.