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"I miss you mommy. When can we go home?" Kylie asked into the phone all the while Alex could feel her heart break within her chest. She hadn't seen her daughter in a couple days and feeding Kylie the run around whenever she asked about going home was tiresome, but thankfully this separation was about to come to an end.

"Tomorrow night... Daddy will bring you home after dinner," Alex said, her eyes darting to Jon walking into the kitchen where Alex stood in front of the counter top between the fridge and stove. "I promise."

"Okay," the little girl beamed, a glimmer of hope in her voice.

"You get to bed, Kyles," Alex said as Jon slowly approached her, "And tell daddy thanks for letting me talk to you when you were supposed to be sleeping."

"I will. Good night mom."

"Night baby," Alex said, clicking the end call button and sliding her phone against the table.

Jon stood in front of her, his hands firm on her hips as he raised her to sit atop the counter while he propped himself between her legs. "You're a good mom," he mumbled, his hands finding their way to the small of her back. Alex smiled, her fingers immediately tangling in the ends of his hair.

"Feels good to hear that, being cooped up here and away from her," she said, mesmerized by his lips.

"You know I hate this whole thing but... You're doing this for her."

"I know," she whispered, "And you're doing all of this for us."

"I am... And I'll keep doin' it till this is all over with. We all will. My guys you're meeting tomorrow are the best on the force. They're my Shield."

"You know, I never expected any of this from a cop," she smiled as his hand rested on her cheek.

"Not every day I do this kinda thing," he chuckled.

"What? Every once and awhile a stripper waltzes into your life with baggage you wouldn't believe and literally owes you her life... Why do you care so much?"

"Told you I liked you," he shrugged.

"You're too good to me... This whole time, Jon, you've been so amazing. I don't deserve any of this," she whispered, her lips colliding with his. He leaned into her and she placed her hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer if it was even possible.

"I'm glad I have you," she mumbled against his lips.

"You have me," he reassured.

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"Alex, this is Joe and Antonio," Jon said as he walked into an interrogation room with Alex behind him.

Joe nodded, shining a smile while Antonio grinned at Alex. "Wow... Well look at you."

"Don't mind him," Jon warned, "He's a dog."

"Yeah, sometimes you wonder how the hell he's still a cop," Joe chimed in, extending his hand to Alex which she shook.

"That's okay," Alex said, "I've met worse."

Jon shut the door behind him while Alex shook Antonio's hand, grinning while he placed a kiss on the top of her hand like royalty. "Madame," he mumbled, motioning for her to sit across from them.

She did, and Jon sat beside her as the case file sat in front of them. "So... You know why were here?" Joe asked.

"And you know why I'm here," Alex said.

He nodded. "You wanna help us out... Which is great."

"It's goddamn fucking dangerous," Jon interrupted, his arms folded across his chest. He still wasn't all for it.

"Couldn't convince him otherwise?" Antonio asked.

Alex shook her head. "Reasoning with a cop is harder than it looks."

Joe and Antonio both chuckled. "It's not an easy task," Joe said, "But we're on your side, we'll be watching your every move. You have nothing to worry about, Alex."

Jon bit his tongue, holding back every ounce of himself that wanted to drag her away from his friends and this crazy mastermind of a plan. "Okay," he breathed, slight anxiousness taking over, "Let's get on with it... Let's throw my girl into this fucking fire pit."

"Aww, how romantic," Antonio smiled, oblivious to Jon's icy cold stare.

"Okay, okay... On with it," Joe nodded, "We have reason to believe these men that go by Wyatt committed the kidnapping... So we're going to use that for you to kind of explain your sudden disappearance and turn up."

"Okay," Alex agreed, trying to muster up whatever courage left in her being.

After meeting with Jon and his crew, Alex found herself walking up to the mansion, pounding her fist against the heavy door while her heart beat frantically in her chest. She was beyond nervous and scared but used it to her advantage while playing the victim who'd just escaped a kidnapping. This could work, she kept reminding herself as she pounded on the door again.

She was about to knock again until the door opened slowly, revealing one of Sheamus' men she'd never seen before. He eyed her suspiciously, her appearance quite alarming. Joe dressed her up as they found her that afternoon, complete with the 'We're Coming' message spread across her stomach. She looked weary and frightened and this man knew he needed to call out to his higher in command.

"Finn? Finn!" He shouted, closing the door slightly.

She waited, leaning herself against the door frame as Jon's words ran through her mind.

'Play the victim... Let them believe everything that comes out of your mouth. They'll believe you.'

"What? Who is she?" Finn asked, swinging the door open. His jaw nearly dropped to the ground once he realized it was Alex. Once he came to, he immediately grabbed for her and mumbled harsh words to the man standing beside him. "Don't just fucking stand around, call Sheamus! Call him now!" Finn ordered.

Forced tears welled in Alex' eyes as Finn led her to the common room, placing her on the couch. He kneeled in front of her, his expression filled with anger. "Where the hell were you? Who did this?" He urged.

But she shrugged, instructed to tell them she knew absolutely nothing. "I don't know... I don't know."

"Where's Becky?"

"The last I saw her was down an alley, where they ran us off the road."

"What happened?"

"Becky and I were driving," she sniffled, running her hands through her hair, "She noticed these men following behind us and next thing you know we crash in some alley... They said they wanted both of us."

"What'd they look like?"

"Big, tall, long dark beards."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Finn mumbled, having been wrong to accuse Colby all this time when it was actually Wyatt and his men.

"They did this," Alex whispered, pulling at her shirt. Slowly Finn's fingers brushed against her waist, pulling at the material to reveal the scraggly red letters painted on her stomach.

"Fuck," he mumbled, standing to his feet.

"They let me go. Told me I had a message to deliver."

He paced around the room, fuming. The Wyatts were definitely involved and had touched something that was his.

The front door nearly slammed against the wall as both Colby and Sheamus bolted through, their eyes wide as they saw Alex seated on the couch, just as the phone call said.

"Alex!" Colby called out, so relieved she was alive right in front of him.

A small smile grew at her lips while Sheamus charged through.

"Where's Becky?" He asked, looking around the entire room.

Sighing, Alex had to play up her story again, hoping to God these men wouldn't see through her story and for Sheamus to believe every word until she got Colby alone to warn him of his impending doom.

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"So... She's back," Alberto said, popping the tip of a cigar between his lips. He lit it quickly, snapping his lighter shut as Colby slumped into a chair in the back of The Casa.

"Yeah," he said, gripping his knees.

"Why would he suspect you had anything to do with her whereabouts? As well as Becky's disappearance?" Del Rio questioned.

"You heard him... Thinks I'm trying to take over everything they've done."

"So what do we do?"

"We keep this thing going between The Irish and us," Colby said, finally standing from his seat. "I'm one step ahead if they try and pull any shit. So we'll just go ahead and act like you and I never overheard their little conversation, you got me?"

Alberto nodded, not like he really had a choice. "What do we do once Wyatt comes around since it was him that did this?"

"We'll figure it out... It's you and I now, Rio. It should have been just the two of us from the get go."

"Soon it will be, my friend."

"I'm asking one thing," Colby informed him.

"What's that?"

"Look out for Finn... I'm sure he wants me dead just as much as I want a bullet split through his head."