Author's Note: Thank you for those of you that had commented (list coming later)! I want to say a special thanks to Betty the Bonita for giving me an idea that I am going to use. I just need to somehow put it together. I feel like I'm rushing this story and I'm sorry, I try to slow down and then I get impatient. But all of you have giving me hope! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Hey if you comment you will see your name in the notes. And sometimes I like to write one-shots for those who want one in appreciation. I just want to stop being so rusty at writing! I should do some writing exercises somehow and learn patience.

Thank yous;

theroadbetweenhomeliesbetwee ngigs,

Dettyislove,

Betty the Bonita,

Agentcaroline

and

TMadison

Also I would like some help from you guys :), is there any songs that pop into your head that fit this story? I will look for suggestions, listen to them and see if I can use them in chapters :)

I know they've hurt you bad.
Wide, the scars you have.
Baby let me straighten out your broken bones,
All your faults to me make you more beautiful.

I can't help it,
I love the broken ones,
The ones who,
Need the most patching up.
The ones who,
Never been loved,
Never been loved,
Never been loved enough.
Maybe I see a part of me in them.
The missing piece always trying to fit in.
The shattered heart,
Hungry for a home.
No you're not alone,
I love the broken ones.

Broken Ones by Dia Frampton

"Mr. Dunne you are under arrest. You have put two lives in danger and we found your plans of future sabotage," the constable spoke as he lead Mr. Dunne into the police cruiser, everyone staring at the once influential man.

Daniel stood with Betty, his arms wrapped around her, as he stood behind her. A small, linen blanket was wrapped around her shoulders as the night air became colder. He snuggled his girlfriend closer to his body and let out a sigh of relief, hoping that everything was over. Charlie had been taken in too, even though she had admitted to it. She tried to get off with a warning, but apparently they don't take things lightly here. He was just glad that they had found out what was happening, but he could feel a difference in Betty. It was like a mood shift, as if she wasn't the same person she was when she got here and whens he left New York. Of course he knew that they had to talk about everything, to get it out into the open. He was just hoping that she would talk to him. He felt like things were going to be hard. He was willing to fight for her, though and that wasn't going to change.

"Lets go home," he whispered into her ear and she only nodded her head.

Tonight had been a long night and it was weighing down on her mind, maybe she needed some sleep and some reassurance from her boyfriend. But she knew that something inside of her had shifted and she didn't like it, it made her feel odd. She wasn't the same old Betty that she used to be and she wanted to go back. Here she thought MODE was changing her, but it was the people that were in the whole magazine business. She didn't know if she wanted to write for one anymore, but it was her dream. It had been her dream for a long time, was she going to let someone take that way from her? Of course it had almost cost her her life and Daniel's life. It cost her her hair and it almost made Claire fall off the wagon for good. Everything was a mixed up mess and her head hurt from trying to sort everything out. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as Daniel lead her away from the scene, after giving their statements to the constable, who dutifully wrote them down in his little notepad. Both of them were exhausted, but knew that it was going to be hard to get to sleep.

Their weary bodies carried them home and to their beds, neither were inclined to changing as they laid there in silence, the sound of their breathing the only thing heard through out the room. Daniel was thinking of how lucky he was to have Alexis and her quick thinking, of course she had always been smart, especially when she was Alex. This was the one time that he was happy for her quick thinking, because it quickly showed them who Dunne really was. The one thing he wanted to know was why was he going after his family? Daniel didn't even know what connection he had with Dunne or why Dunne wanted revenge. His mind was trying to keep up with things but he could feel his body shutting down, his lips resting on the top of Betty's head as he drifted off into a light sleep. Although he kept waking up to any little noise that would pop up. Betty was snoring beside him, her poor body having gone into a deep sleep. He wished he could be her right now. Of course he wasn't.

He pulled himself up from the bed, gently and quietly, and made his way into his kitchen. He got down a coffee mug and began to make some coffee, needing something to calm his nerves, although it would probably wake him up more. At least he didn't have to get up for work tomorrow, although they didn't know what they were going to do with Dunne Publications. His daughter was going to move to New York, that way she can be close to Becks when she gives birth. Both of them were willing to work things out. Isabel was so disgusted with her father, that she didn't want anything to do with her father. His son was no where to be found so that left the company up for sale. He had been tossing an idea around in his head, but he didn't know if his mom would go for it. Of course he had his own money, the money he had earned and saved from working at MODE. First he would have to talk to Betty, because it was all for her, and to be only hers. Betty never liked charity but he wanted her to still have faith in her talents, he wasn't going to let her drop her dreams. He just had to convince her to go for it. That was a part that he was stuck on.

The coffee was done and he was pouring himself a mug of it, putting three sugars and taking a sip. The liquid scalding him and caused him to curse out, and curse himself for his impatience. Although the liquid had calmed him down a bit, he pulled out some papers that he had obtained. Since no one from Dunne wanted to be a part of it, it was going to go the highest bidder. Daniel was thinking of bidding on it, but he had to go over the financial reports, and had brought them home with him. Everything was made public and prospective buyers could get their hands on him. How he was going to tell Betty, he didn't know. He knew that this was going to be a big change and will cause a lot of strain. Especially to weed out all of Dunne's personal stuff, and turn the magazine into one they could be proud of.

He sipped his now warm coffee and read the reports, statistics and numbers jumping out at him and he knew that he couldn't go over this alone. That was why he was going to meet his sister and his mother at a diner somewhere, Betty's family should be in soon. That was another reason Daniel was still awake, their flight would be getting in. They were supposed to be here for the launch, but the delay had caused them to come in late. He had wanted to surprise Betty but the Meade plane was busy, since Wilhelmina had taken it out the previous day for their shoot in Cancun, Mexico. Although he didn't want to leave Betty alone, he knew that he had to go get them.

Betty,

I had to go run and errand, I will be back. I don't know if you

will wake up as you seem to be in a deep sleep. Don't panic,

baby.

Love,

Daniel

He capped the pent and set it down on the counter and pinned the note to Betty's dress, being very gentle not to poke her or to damage the dress that she still had on. A smile covered his lips as he watched her sleep, getting caught up in her slow, even breaths. The way her chest rose and fell with each breath, her lips slightly parted as small puffs of air flew in and out of them, her hand resting under her cheek. She was beautiful and she was all his. He knew that he was willing to fight for her, although he sucked at fighting, but he'd give up his life for her. The feeling was so tense, that it shocked him and he recoiled back with wide eyes; he was so deeply in love with Betty. Much deeper than he had ever been with anyone, even Molly. Sure, he loved her but it was different. He didn't know her as long as he had Betty, they were just getting to know each other when she was stolen from him.

Daniel shook his head and pushed himself away from Betty, heading out of the loft door. The London, night air bit as his cheeks and began to turn them rosy as he took a seat in a town car, knowing that he would have to order some more. Ignacio, Hilda, Justin, and Bobby all couldn't fit into this one car, not even if one of them sat in the front with the driver. That would still leave one person without a seat. He would gladly pay for them though, already on the phone with the car company, ordering one more car, knowing that two would do it. The seating will have to be figured out once they get in. The car pulled up to the curb and he got out, pushing the door shut and waiting by the gate. Of course the first one that Daniel seen was Hilda, her eyes looked a bit sunken in, her body sleep deprived. One hand was resting on her swollen stomach. His eyes went wide as he didn't know that she was pregnant.

"Hey," He called out to them, so that they would know that he is there waiting for them.

They all gave him weary smiles and Justin looked like he had just got up from sleeping, his hair ruffled with the 'don't mess with me' face on. Daniel couldn't help but chuckle as all of them finally made it to him and he lead them to the cars, with no words everyone went their separate ways. Justin was in the car with Ignacio and himself, his head leaning against the window and instantly he fell back to sleep. Ignacio was trying to do the same thing but he couldn't get comfortable, and Daniel kind of felt uncomfortable being in the car with him. He knew he shouldn't have, Ignacio liked him but that was before him and Betty began to date. He didn't know how to act around him now that he was dating his daughter. He expected to get the whole, 'If you hurt my daughter' speech, but he figured it was going to have to wait until tomorrow. Of course he had another problem, where was everyone going to sleep?

"You know, Mijo you don't have to put us up. I'm sure we'll be fine in a hotel room," Ignacio spoke, breaking the silence as he settled, his kind yet wise eyes on him.

"I know, Mr. Suarez," Daniel spoke, getting cut off by Ignacio with his hand being held up.

"Call me, Ignacio. You're practically family," he gave him a kind smile as he sat his hands in his lap, folding them together.

"Ignacio, I don't mind letting you guys stay with me. I'm just thinking of where I'm going to put all of you. I know my loft is pretty good and it has two rooms and a pull out sofa, but I don't know if that is enough. I don't want you or Hilda to sleep out on the pull out, so I think you both will get the two rooms."

"Or we could stay at AB's apartment," Justin spoke, scaring the two older men in the car.

"That is a suggestions. Well have to talk to, Betty about it. Although she would probably want to stay with you guys."

"Let me talk to her UD," Justin spoke, the first time he had called Daniel that and he couldn't help but feel his heart warm and a smile to cross his face.

"Okay Justin," he said, reaching out to ruffle the younger man's hair as the cars stopped outside of the building his loft was in.

"Well here is home," Daniel spoke as he lead the group into the house, carrying Hilda's bags for her. She didn't seem to mind, because she was too busy yawning to yell at him. Bobby was making sure that his wife is okay as he fretted over her, flitting about like a hummingbird to a bird feeder. A smile on his face as he thinks about a nice and cozy bed.

"Tonight Justin you and Papi will have to share a room," Hilda spoke, finally breaking the silence that enveloped her.

Justin just waved his hand and made his way to the back of the loft, instantly finding a bed and collapsing down into it, his arms going around the pillow his head laid on. He was emitting snores and Ignacio let out a protest, but it fell on deaf ears as he seen Betty curled up on the other bed, the woman hardly ever having moved from the spot where she first collapsed.

"I will talk to her in the morning," the older man spoke and went to the bedroom he was sharing with Justin and shut the door.

Daniel watched him go, seeing that the man was starting to have trouble even getting around and he wondered if that was because he was so tired. He knew that he would have to check that out in the morning. The blue-eyed man walked into the room and picked up his girlfriend, as if she were nothing; he couldn't help but thank the gym for that one. He carried her out to the pull out couch and laid her on it, shocked that Bobby had pulled it out.

"I figured you would have your arms full. Hilda and I do appreciate you giving up your bed for us, but what is Betty going to think when she sees you and her out on the pull out couch and remembers falling asleep on the bed?"

"I'll explain to her," he chuckled as he lay his sleeping girlfriend down and tucked her in, making sure that she had enough blankets as it is a bit cold, "You should get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

Bobby gave Daniel a nod and once everyone was asleep, he snuck out the door and headed towards the diner. Hoping that they are still there because he was running late, like he usually does. Now to see if he can put this new plan into action.

Please read and review! I want to know how all of you think about this. I know this was a somewhat boring chapter but it's needed for the story. It is what I like to call a bridge chapter. One to get to point B from point A.