48 hours later…

AJ and Punk arrived in Russia after a long, brutal flight. AJ was just itching to get off and get to her baby girl. She couldn't believe luck had finally stroke them, after a month of desperation, bickering, fighting and depression. In fact, she'd predicted Punk would have left her at this point, out of his own delusional mind, as well as keeping up with hers, but he had stuck with her. She loved him for it.

"You know we can't go in here all guns blazing." Punk told AJ who was rushing right in the doors of the orphanage, "You gotta be patient. They don't speak English here and they'll want a good explanation as to why we're coming in yelling for our daughter." Punk said.

"Well that's their explanation. She is our daughter, and she should be with us." AJ spat, walking to the reception, if you would call it that, ringing the bell repeatedly as Punk cringed, grabbing her hand away.

"Behave." He said as if talking to a child, "They might have us go through an adoption process-"

"For our own daughter?!" AJ shrieked.

"я могу вам помочь?"

Punk turned around to the girl behind the reception, turning to AJ as she just shrugged. AJ only knew French and Spanish, and Punk barely knew English sometimes. They had no chance if there wasn't an English person around.

"English?" Punk asked as the girl looked at him with confusion.

"English? English?" AJ said tapping her mouth as the girl nodded and raised her finger, backing away into the back of the reception.

A few moments later, another woman arrived. Still Russian, but fluent in English, "Can I help you?" The girl asked, with a Russian accent.

"Yes, oh thank God." AJ sighed, "Our daughter is here. She… she shouldn't. Liesel. Liesel Brooks. She's so small. And she makes little O's with her mouth when you tickle her chin, and… she likes being sang too, but only by us I suppose and-"

"Ok, she speaks English, not jibberish." Punk tugged at her sweater, "Calm down."

"Liesel Brooks?" The young girl asked as Punk and AJ nodded.

"People would like to adopt her. Couple have just signed-"

"Then make them unsign!" AJ yelled, "We are her parents. She was… she was taken off of us without permission." AJ said as Punk looked down at her. She wasn't helping the situation that he knew they'd find themselves in. Of course Liesel would want to be adopted. She was gorgeous and perfect in every way. And his father was right, she was very young, and most adopting parents would prefer to adopt when the child was barely even born.

"Miss, no yelling. Children asleep." The young lady scowled as AJ rolled her eyes.

"There has to be some sort of legal grounds here. I don't want to get police involved." Punk shook his head. But he would if he had to do.

"No, no police." The young lady shook her head, "I have to talk with my boss. I don't know what I can do for you." She shrugged.

"Let us see her just now." AJ demanded, "Please. She has been away from us for a month. She belongs with us. Her real parents." AJ sighed.

"Follow me." The young girl gave in, getting out from behind the counter, "She is fussy when woken-"

"I know my own daughter." AJ spat as Punk tugged gently on her hair whilst trailing behind.

They walked through the corridors with the different rooms and dorms. Some girls as big as teenagers. Others very small, and then at the very end, the babies, those taken straight from hospital, all the way to the age of one.

"Must be quiet." The lady said with her finger to her lips as AJ searched frantically for her baby daughter. Oh how she longed to see her and hold her.

They were in alphabetical order, which with Liesel being a Brooks, she was a few in from the back of the room, lying in her crib, fast asleep, completely unaware of the hectic world she had been brought into.

"Oh, baby..." AJ gasped, her voice hitching as Punk smiled behind her, looking down at his daughter with a smile. There she was. Perfectly healthy, just how he remembered, although… she had grown a little to his dismay, but she was still such a precious little things. Two months and a few weeks old at this point.

"Oh, baby girl… oh, mommy's missed you." AJ cried tears of joy, lifting up Liesel into her arms and coorying her into her chest, shutting her eyes and realising that this wasn't a dream. Her baby girl was really in her arms, "Oh, baby… we'll keep you safe. I'm so sorry we let you down." She cried, kissing the side of Liesel's head as Punk kissed AJ's head. His girls. He had them back. He felt like when they lost Liesel for the dreadful month they had, he'd also lost his April, but she was shining and glowing again like never before.

"You miss her?" The young woman asked with a forced smile, not being able to help see the sheer emotion and love in this couple's eyes. Lucky for AJ and Punk, they had looked to see what they needed to take Liesel out of the orphanage, and Punk had brought all the documents they needed such as their passports, birth certificates and things along those lines.

"We… we have everything you need." Punk told the girl, "Please let us take our daughter home." He begged as the young girl looked from AJ to Punk with folded arms.

"Let me go talk to boss. I'll see what has to be done." She said, her english not perfectly constructed, but still better than no English at all.

"Thank you." Punk nodded to her.

"Thank you." AJ nodded after Punk as the young woman smiled, walking out of the room to go find out what she could do for this couple.

"Can I-"

"Oh, yeah." AJ shook her head, forgetting that Punk was also in desperation to hold his baby girl again, lifting her up so he could take her into his arms, watching him as he held her into his chest, pressing a kiss on her head.

"Hi, princess." He whispered, "Daddy's missed you." He said, holding back his emotions, "So much." He kissed the temple of her head as AJ leaned into him, grateful for this moment of being reunited with their daughter. It still felt like a dream.

Back in Chicago, Dean and Elise had gone through the CCTV's in Invictus and had found all the evidence they needed to end Jack Brooks for good. Elise didn't want her brother killing her father. She knew it would linger around Punk forever, despite his desire to end his father permanently.

"He's too good for death." Elise paced in the police station waiting room. Toni was asleep on Dean's lap. They had no choice but to bring her, it wasn't like Uncle Phil was around to watch her.

"We've said our bit. We've shown our evidence. We've done everything we can." Dean said in a quiet voice, "If he doesn't get done for murder. He'll get done for rape. And if he doesn't get done for rape or murder, he'll get done for kidnap." Dean pointed out as Elise looked across at him.

"He's gotten away with stuff before, Dean." Elise said as Dean reached out for her hand and pulled her over to take a seat beside him.

"Trust me, babe. He'd have to have some sort of royalty going around him to get away with those three things. Plus, he isn't a favourite in this station. These guys all hate the fact he's gotten off of cases that he was clearly guilty of." Dean said, "He will get sent down. And… and then no one is going to have to worry about Jack Brooks anymore."

"He'll die in here." Elise said.

"Good." Dean said, "Better rotting in here than ending all the misery." Dean said, "When he's in here, and he knows we're out in the world being free, and living happy lives. It's gonna destroy him. Especially when he knows you and Phil are happy." Dean said as Elise nodded.

"Brooks?" Detective Marshall came over to Elise and Dean. Despite her positive turn around, Elise had also had many run ins at this police station. But for nothing serious, "Thanks for your evidence and statements. Didn't think it'd be you that would finally get Jack Brooks sent down." He nodded, impressed.

"So… it's enough? You're gonna arrest him?" Elise said as the detective nodded.

"Got a letter to prove, and the full thing on camera. I thought Jack was smarter." Detective Marshall shrugged, "It's getting late. You should get her home before all the drunks and hookers start pouring in." He said, "Thanks for your time."

"You'll let me know what happens?" Elise asked, standing up as Dean stood up with Toni in his arms.

"I'll let you know." The detective said, "Jack can't talk himself out of this one." He said as Elise nodded, "And tell that brother of yours that I'm sorry for believing he had the capability to rape someone." He said, "I'm glad he was proven wrong." He nodded.

"I will." Elise nodded, "Thank you." She smiled sweetly.

"Get home safe." The detective said as Elise smiled, grabbing her coat and leaving the station with Dean and Toni.

"Play it cool, alright? As far as it goes. Liesel is an orphan here. We're gonna have to sign papers over to take her home-"

"My baby isn't an orphan." AJ spat, turning to Punk as they sat in an office waiting for the young lady to come back with some information.

"She is to these people. You can't… talk trash to them and expect them to just hand her over. They're doing their jobs. Just take it easy, and we'll get her." Punk convinced her.

"We shouldn't even be in this mess." AJ shook her head, "Having to adopt my own daughter back into my house." She said.

"Well we are." Punk said, "Just let me do the talking. I have a way with words." He said.

"Yeah, right." AJ laughed to herself.

"I managed to get you into bed. Words worked then." He winked as she rolled her eyes.

"To be fair, you never had to say anything-"

"Mister and Misses Brooks? Yes?" Another English spoke worker came through the office with some documents as Punk and AJ nodded, "Liesel very pretty. You explain why you have her here?"

"Yeah, yeah very pretty." Punk smiled, "She was… she was taken from us. Without our permission. We… we didn't want her taken from us. She was perfectly fine with us. We love her, very very much." Punk said, trying to speak as easy as possible.

"You have passports and you have birth certificates?" She asked as Punk nodded, taking the handout AJ had gave him and passing them over to her as she sat behind a computer screen.

"What will happen to the couple that want to adopt her?" Punk asked.

"Who cares." AJ whispered to him as Punk kicked her foot gently.

"They find new baby. She is your baby. They are not attached. They only seen her once. Nothing has been made official." The woman said as Punk nodded.

"But they won't be upset?" Punk asked. He would hate to have crush some adoptive parents hopes of having a new child to take home. But he wasn't that sorry. This baby princess was taken.

"No. No. They understand I'm sure." The woman smiled, "You have any other ID?" She asked as Punk nodded, taking out his wallet.

"Driving license?" He asked if it was ok.

"Yes, fine." The woman nodded as he handed it to her, "Ok. If you wait outside in waiting area. We will have to print out few things for signature." She said as Punk nodded.

"Ok. Thank you. We'll go wait outside." Punk nodded, walking outside with AJ to the waiting room as they took a seat.

"I didn't think it'd be so easy." AJ admitted to him.

"Looks like we got here in time. Few more days and she could have been at a new home. We'd probably have to through a lot more than just some messy signatures." He admitted, "I'm just glad she's ok." He said, running his hands through his hair with a sigh of relief. Weight had been lifted off him, knowing that his baby girl was safe, and would soon be back under his watchful eye.

"Would you have given up if we-"

"If we what?" Punk said, "Didn't know she was here?"

"Yeah." AJ nodded.

"Of course not." Punk said, "She's my daughter. I would never give up on her. Or you." He shook his head as he smiled.

Another few minutes of soft chatter was spread between the two, when suddenly, the young woman who had been helping them walked through the door, Liesel in arms with some paper work. They both stood up in sync with huge smiles.

It wasn't like the orphanage had anything to prove against Punk or AJ. They had identification. They had proof that they were Liesel's parents. There really was no way to dodge around them. And even without speaking or understanding a load of English, the workers at the orphanage could see in AJ and Punk's eyes how desperate they were to have their daughter back.

"She is very lucky." The young woman smiled, passing Liesel over to AJ who took her willingly, completely at peace with her daughter in her arms again.

"Thank you so much." Punk said sincerely, "Thank you for taking care of her, and making sure she was ok." Punk nodded, appreciative to the kind women who had looked after Liesel whilst they unfortunately couldn't.

"Yes, thank you so much." AJ nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"She is a good girl. You should be proud." The woman smiled, "Have a safe trip."

"Thank you." Punk smiled, turning to AJ and nodding as she turned around, heading for the door as he held it open for her, walking out into the dark street, pausing as she turned into him as the door closed behind them, smiling up at him as she held Liesel close to her chest.

"There it is." Punk whispered, stroking her cheek lovingly, seeing that smile back on her face, completing his aching heart.

"I'm never letting her out of my sight." AJ laughed nervously, still believing she was in a dream. After a month of complete depression and heartache, she finally had her daughter. They finally had their missing jigsaw piece.

"Me neither. Don't you worry." Punk said, "C'mon… let's get out of here." Punk smiled, pressing a kiss on her head.

Back in Chicago, Jack was packing hectically for God knows where. He knew that when his son came back, he was a very dead man. He believed that his son would hurt him and end him. He could see it in his angered eyes. He had messed with a part of Punk that was never to be messed with. His daughter. He should have known he was a dead man.

"Keys… wallet… bag..." He spoke to himself as he checked everything off his list, heading for his front door and swinging it opened, heading into the night to flee as fast as he could, when he was blinded by blue flashing lights.

"Jack Brooks, I am arresting you on the murder of Dennis Brooks…"