I was trying to contain my happiness as we drove to the people who had our son. I wanted to hold him. I felt so guilty. Bryan put his hand on my knee. I smiled at him. I took his hand in mine.

"Where did they find him?" I asked.

"We are on our way there."

"What about Pastor Gordon?"

"He confessed everything. He and his wife plotted to take Tristan."

"And your parents?"

"They weren't involved. My mother was just as worried."

I nodded. Part of me was glad. I wasn't the biggest fan of his parents. But I didn't want them to be guilty of taking our son. I wanted Tristan to have a relationship with them despite our differences.

"How much trouble am I in?"

He shrugged. "Not as much as you think."

"I assaulted the pastor though."

"You were under a lot of stress. You were not in the right state of mind. You may have to take a psych eval before getting back to work. But It will be fine."

The SUV rolled smoothly through the streets. We soon found ourselves in front of a cute townhouse. It was impeccable kept up. There was a patrol car in front. My partner John and Captain Craig met us out front. They both smiled as we walked up.

"Are you guys ready?" Captain Craig said.

I nodded eagerly. I had to keep myself from knocking down the door and anyone else in my way. I quieted the storm. Bryan knocked on the door. A man in suit opened the door. He was tall and slender with a long beard. He reminded me of an Amish man. I could hear children playing inside the house. He gave us a dirty look.

Bryan held us his badge. "We are here for the baby." He used his most cop sounding voice.

The man shrugged. "I don't know what you are talking about." He said quietly and started to close the door.

Bryan put up his hand. "I think you do."

The man spat at him. "You can't prove it. Come back with a warrant." He slammed the door in our faces.

We stood there for a moment. The time it took to get a warrant would give them time to get away or something worse. I sighed. What now? Then I heard a cry. A baby's cry. I knew it. It was Tristan. I looked at Bryan and he shrugged. I kicked down the door and rushed into the house. The man tried stopping me but I just pushed him down like a rag doll. I followed my son's cries. Small children were everywhere. They all looked neglected and starving for attention.

Then I spotted him. He was in a dirty crib with trash in it. He was below a window that was leaking water. He just screamed. My heart stopped. I picked him up. My eyes filled with tears. I had him in my arms. "Oh Tristan. I am so sorry." I sobbed while holding him. Bryan entered the room. He hugged us.

We just stood there together. Our family was whole once again. Captain Craig walked in. He smiled upon seeing us. "This place is a mess."

Bryan nodded. "I know."

John walked in. "I called in backup and several buses. I don't know who all these kids are. I think we stumbled upon a baby selling operation."

We walked out of the dirty room. I had a tight hold on my baby. But I couldn't mistake the looks on the other kids. My heart ached for them. Where had they all come from? I wanted to help all of them. I would use all my money if that is what it took.

We took Tristan to the hospital to have him examined. Other than being a little hungry he was fine. I had trouble putting him down. Bryan wanted to hold him too. But I just couldn't bring myself to let him go. We were soon on our way home.

I was relieved when we reached the front door of our home. I had relented and allowed Bryan to carry him upstairs. We opened the front door and Dad and Isaiah were waiting for us. Cody was there also.

They all appeared elated to have Tristan home. Everyone was laughing and smiling. Cody hugged us. "I am so sorry. I will understand if you hire someone else to watch him."

I ruffled his hair. "I forgive you Cody. And I think I still want you to be our nanny."

"Well, this calls for a celebration." My father proclaimed. Isaiah helped distribute drinks. "We found him. I told you we would." He held up his glass and we all toasted.

As the men were al talking and laughing I carried my son into his room. He was falling asleep in my arms. I sat on the rocking chair and held him. I softly sang to him. When he was sound asleep I placed him in his crib.

I walked back into the living room. I hugged my husband. I noticed Isaiah wasn't in the room. "where did Isaiah go?"

"Outside to get some air." Bryan responded.

I nodded and headed to the balcony. Isaiah was standing against the railing watching the city. He had on a new suit. He had a drink in his hand. A nice breeze was picking up his curly hair. He turned to me as I approached. I would never get over the resemblance. Lucifer Morningstar was definatly his father. He smiled at me.

"Guess what"

"What?"

"Dad, wants me to come to LA."

"Really?" I was both happy and a little disappointed. I wanted to help him stay out of trouble. But I was also happy that my father wanted him close. IT would be good for him. "That's great."

"Yeah. He wants to show me Lux and introduce me to his detective friend."

I laughed. Poor Chloe. Having to deal with two Morningstar men. I felt bad for her. I hoped she could handle it. "You'll love it."

"You will come to visit, right?"

"Of course."

I leaned against him. Nothing could spoil this moment. The stars seemed to sparkle brighter. I rarely saw the stars like this in the city.

"Persephone. I have to thank you."

"For what?"

"For everything. You saved me. I went so long feeling like no one wanted me. Like I was this freak. Something to be hated and feared. But you gave me hope. You showed me love."

I put my arm around him and kissed his cheek. "You are welcome. I love you little brother."

"I love you too sis."

I sighed. I let go of him and turned to walk back into the house. "You want some ice cream?"

"Sure I'll be right there."

I started to walk back inside. Then the wind picked up. Then I heard a sound I never want to hear again. A sickening gurgle like someone was choking. I turned to see Isaiah standing with a look of shock and pain. A bloody sword point sticking out of his chest. Blood pouring from the wound.

Behind him was Malachi in full angel mode. Only his eyes glowed blue. The voice came in both my mind and my ears. "I said there would be consequences." The he glowed brighter and disappeared.

I ran to my stricken brother. I caught him as he fell to the ground. "Isaiah." Tears poured down my cheeks. "DAD!" I screamed as loud as I could. I sat on the floor with his body on my lap.

He was struggling to breath as blood poured form the wound and his mouth. "Persi." He whispered.

"Oh no. Please. Isaiah stay with me. Isaiah." I sobbed. I tried putting my hands on the wound to stem the flow of blood but it just poured out. "DAD!" I cried out louder.

My brother was breathing harder. "Thank you." Was the last thing he said? I felt his spirit leaving him. Then he stopped breathing. I was left holding his lifeless body in a pool of blood.

I heard the footsteps behind me. I was sobbing loudly. "Isaiah come back."

My father stood over us. He didn't say a word. His face read anger. His eyes glowed red and he turned to the heavens. "IS THIS YOUR WAY OF GETTING BACK AT ME?" His voice shook the ground. Then he kneeled down. Placing his hand on his fallen son's face. Tears fell from the Devil's eyes.

"Bring him back Dad. Can't you bring him back?" I pleaded with my father. He had brought me back. "Dad! Bring him back."

My father shook his head. He stood up.

"Dad!" I cried. Bryan was next to me. Looking down at us. "Dad!" I said again.

He turned to me. "I can't." The grief. He just shook his head. "I can't." He said again through the tears. He silently walked off the roof.

I sat on the ground with my brother's lifeless body. I was covered in his blood. Bryan leaned down. "Come on Persi."

"No!" I played my head on my brother's chest. "Just leave us. Bryan followed my dad back inside. I just sat there with my brother.