A/N: Yes, I know a cliffhanger, but look! 2 Chapters at the same time so its all good!

Emily closed the front door behind Rossi waving, smiling as he walked away. She turned back around in the foyer, she contemplated going upstairs to check on the kids, but she heard no noises, until she heard a thump coming from the den. Her eyebrows instantly creased with a worried look as she darted down the hallway to see what the hell was going on now…

She walked in to see Ian emptying the contents of their wall safe into his Adidas gym bag.

"Ian what the fu—" She started to ask

"Emily! Watch your mouth! Go wake up Declan tell him to pack all of his clothes into the blue suitcases in his closet. NOW!" Ian said out of breath, as he rushed around the den looking in all the desk drawers and cabinets for important papers and cash.

Emily could not have been any more confused than she was at this moment.

"Ian what are you talking about? What did Rossi say? Ian TELL ME WHATS GOING ON!" She demanded after he ignored her first two questions. He walked over to her in the span of a breath and grabbed her by the shoulders, not painfully, but pretty close.

"Emily we have to leave. TONIGHT. Agent Rossi came to warn us." He said looking her dead in the eyes. If looks could cause star explosions their eyes would have. His ice blue eyes clashing against her fearful brown ones, made this unnatural connection and his words hit her like a ton of bricks…in the face.

"Wha-What do you mean?" She whispered, wincing slightly as his grip on her shoulders tightened.

"Rossi saw the account information I was having Penelope hack into. Morgan's apparently made it his life's mission to figure all of this out and Rossi said it won't be more than a day or so before the Feds come knocking. And we can't be here when they do, Doll." He said urgently. "Emily are you listening?" Emily brought her mind back to the present, nodding fervently, she blinked away tears, like she was good at. She nodded again.

"I need you go to tell Declan to pack, he's big enough, he can do it himself. I need you to go and pack whatever the twins need. As much as you can fit into one suitcase. Use the grey one we bought in Dubai from Gucci. That should fit."

She nodded walking away quickly to get the kids ready. It was lucky they'd traded in the Guardians for Range Rovers when the twins had arrived or it would have been very cramped. Thoughts flooded through her head… Where would they live? How far would they go? How long did they have to stay away? What would this do to Declan? The twins were still too young, they wouldn't know the difference… She walked into Declans room, flipping on the light switch quickly, Declan groaned. "Mommm turn it off!"

"Declan! Listen, you need to get up and put ALL of your clothes and some shoes into these two suitcases right here. Quickly!" she said digging out the two cerulean blue aluminum suitcases. She'd giggled when he'd picked them out they looked like space pods, but he liked them, so Daddy had bought them, as usual. She shook her head smiling, then caught herself. How could she be smiling right now? She left Declan stunned, rubbing his eyes in confusion as he sat up and put his feet over the side of his bed. She rushed into her bedroom dug out the grey Gucci suitcase, it was massive. As quickly and quietly as she could she lugged it into the twins room. She didn't want to wake them quite yet. Silently she packed all of their little clothes and tiny shoes into the ginormous suitcase, there was still some empty space at the top so she threw in a couple more blankets. She filled up two diaper bags and set everything by the door.

The twins didn't budge they snored quietly unaware that their lives were about to be flipped upside down.

Next she ran back into her and Ian's room, grabbing the two remaining large family-sized Louis Vuitton suitcases and started throwing shit in them. One for clothes, one for shoes and accessories. She had so many clothes, she packed as much as she could into the suitcase overfilling it to the max. Then she ran into the bathroom with the giant Louis Vuitton tote she'd gotten from her stay in Paris, using it at a bathroom bag, throwing shampoo, razors, tampons, cologne, perfume, shaving crème, conditioner… Thank god this purse is MASSIVE, she thought going back to the bedroom tossing it onto the bed. She could hear Ian going through each room downstairs. She walked downstairs to see if he needed any help and she about had a brain aneurism. He was walking up out of the basement with a Spectre submachine gun and duffle bag full of other guns and ammunition.

"IAN! Are you insane? We can't take those!" She sputtered , purely astounded at his even HAVING those guns.

"Well we can't leave them here Emily!" He pointed out handing her the duffle bag, she caught it almost dropping it it was so heavy. She looked inside it, 2 flashbang grenades, a couple more SMGs, boxes and boxes of ammo, and an AK47. She about fainted. She didn't want this shit in the car with her babies!

Ian was right they most definitely could NOT leave them here. Sighing in exasperation she threw the duffle bag strap over her shoulder and lugged it to the Kitchen door leading out to the garage. Ian already had the garage door cracked and her Rover running.

She walked nonchalantly into the garage setting the duffle bag down very carefully next to the bumper of the car. She climbed in and folded down the furthest back seats to make more room for the suitcases. She walked over to Ian's and grabbed the handgun she knew he had hidden under the steering column. She tsk'd as she reached up under it and found the gun. He thought she was so dumb. Like she didn't remember where he always hid his guns…

Ian came barreling into the garage with Declan's two suitcases Declan following behind still in his pajama pants and t-shirt with his winter coat thrown on. His eyes were halfway opened, and his curly hair could have passed for a birds nest, poor kid. She thought. She ran inside to finally wake up the twins and put their coats and socks and shoes on them. They were fussy and not wanting to cooperate with her. She was trying so hard on focusing on getting them out, frustration was starting to seep in and it took all of her will power not to start crying hysterically. Finally, Lauren and Landen were semi-dressed, ready to roll. Ian came in briefly kissing each twin, before grabbing the suitcase the to their bedroom door. As she was walking out carrying the twins in their car seats, she turned and looked around the room. She let a single tear fall as she looked at the "Footprints" poem painted onto the wall. She shut the light off and closed the door carrying one twin in each hand, down the stairs into the kitchen. Ian was loading up the last of the suitcases and carefully loading the duffle bag full of death at very last.

Shutting the trunk, he told a sleepy Declan to climb in first, to sit in the middle. Then he walked over to where Emily stood with the twins. He picked up Landen, and simply said, "Let's go, Love."

She just nodded silently, in a daze, and picked up Lauren and loaded her car seat in, behind the passenger seat. Before finally, after all the stress and frantic running, she crawled into the front seat. Ian jumped in the driver's seat. He opened the garage door all the way, opening it to the pure black starry sky. Before he put the Rover in reverse, he reached over and took her hand and kissed it. He didn't say anything, he simply kissed her hand and held it tight as they backed out of the driveway and drove off into the night…