Author's Note: Well, everyone, we've finally reached the end of the road. Yes, it's the last chapter of "Kindred Spirits". All good things must come to an end... . I'd just like to say thanks so very, very much for the amazing support you all have shown me throughout this fic. I enjoyed writing it as much as you enjoyed reading it.

I hope y'all like the ending.

Now, on with the show...

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"All right. Get out of the car," the blonde man ordered harshly a little while later. "And, again, no funny crap." He and the two former planet defenders got out of the car. "Now, we're going into the cabin. You two'll lead and I'll follow. Come on. Let's move it. I get really pissed when I have to wait for even a second."

When they entered the cabin, Trini and Billy noticed a bald, African-American man sitting in a chair. He smirked. Trini smiled brightly. "Hi. We're Trini Kwan and Billy Cranston." Billy looked at her in disbelief while the two guys looked annoyed. She shrugged casually. "I just thought a proper introduction would be nice. What are your names?"

"What does it matter?" the bald man said.

"I guess it doesn't. I just wanted to know," she said in a hurt tone, dropping her head.

The two guys looked at Billy- whom silently decided to play along and shrugged. "She's always had this strange fascination with names. She likes to discover their meanings. It's a hobby she's had since she was six."

"Weird chick. Well, whatever. I'm Mark and that's Jamal," the blonde guy said.

Trini's head snapped up. "Mark and Jamal? Mark and Jamal? Really? Mark is Billy's middle name! And we've got a good friend named Jamal. Small world... wait. Wait a second. You guys killed that detective, didn't you? Tina Richards. I can feel it in my bones. You guys killed her."

"Ding, ding, ding!" Jamal said with a laugh as he stood and clapped.

Mark chuckled. "You're damn straight we did, name lover."

Trini looked around. "And now we're here- at Steve's cabin. You brought us here to Steve's cabin to kill us. It's actually the perfect place to do it. And it's gorgeous. Steve brought me here once. We spent the whole day here. I like that it's located right outside of Stone Canyon- and that gas station a few blocks away is very convenient. Which one is it again, Billy? Chevron?"

"Texaco," he said lightly.

"Texaco always makes me wanna be in Texas. You know what Chevron always-" Trini was saying.

"Who cares?" Jamal yelled.

"Yeah, shut up already! Geez!" Mark said, looking at her in irritation.

"I'm sorry. I know I should be scared, but, this is so much like a movie, I think it's interesting. By the way, green is a great color on you, Jamal. And Mark... well, that blue goes pretty well with your shade of blonde. Wow. For criminals, you guys sure do know how to dress," Trini said. Mark lifted his hand and aimed the gun at her. She quickly brought her foot up and kicked it out of his hand.

"What the f-" he began, but, stopped abruptly when Billy stepped forward and swiftly caught the "flying" gun in his hands.

When Jamal moved to retrieve his own gun from behind him, Trini hurried forward and kneed him as hard as she could in the family jewels. When he grunted and doubled over, she grabbed the gun, he lifted his head, she took a step back and punched him in the face. He hit the floor, groaning and cursing her.

Mark sneered at Billy- who had the gun aimed at him. "You don't have the guts. You don't have it in ya."

"I wouldn't wager my life on that if I were you. I'm capable of surprising even myself at least every five seconds or so," Billy said.

"Is that right?" Mark said before charging towards Billy- who gave him a nice uppercut. He grunted when he hit the floor. He glared murderously up at Billy. "Neither of you have it in you! We took out that cop bitch and we're gonna do the same to you! It's for Steve, dammit!" he yelled irately. He managed to scramble to his feet before Billy could react, knock the gun out of the former blue ranger's hand and tackle him down to the floor. The two man began rolling around and started up a series of punches, kicks, shoves... .

Just as an angry Jamal was about to grab Trini's ankle, the door burst open.

"Police! Freeze!"

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Trini and Billy watched- a few minutes later- as a handcuffed, incredibly furious Jamal and Mark were led towards waiting squad cars. One of the officers- a dark-haired man- looked back at Trini and nodded once. He smiled approvingly.

"Good work, Miss," he said, then, resumed walking.

Billy looked at Trini and she smiled.

"When we were getting out of the car, I called the police. It wasn't even premeditated. I just looked down at my cell phone clipped to my waist and was suddenly hit with a feeling. I just dialed the number. So, needless to say, they were listening to everything and well... it's all over now," she said.

"I suspected you were up to something. Trini, that was brilliant!" Billy exclaimed, looking at her in admiration. "It's also great that there were cops nearby."

"I guess that was just sheer luck. But, brilliant? That's high praise, William Mark Cranston," she teased- causing him to laugh. She shook her head. "I can't believe they didn't even think to search us. What kind of criminals are they?"

"Well, I wouldn't say "stupid" exactly. But, it's pretty evident that they weren't very bright. I should've guessed you'd contacted the police when they arrived the way they did. But I was a little busy "rumbling" with a raving maniac," Billy said- causing her to laugh. Then, they headed off towards Trini's car, hand in hand.

'Thanks, Zordon. You were right,' she said silently.

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"Can I dance with the bride?" Zack said one year later. "Come on, Tri. You know you haven't danced until you've danced with the Zackman."

Trini and Billy laughed. Their wedding reception'd been going on for about twenty minutes now. Aisha sat a table- playing with her and Zack's six-month-old daughter Raven. Jason and Kimberly were at the next table with their eleven-month-old son Jeff. Katherine- whom was now two months pregnant- and Rocky were on the dance floor. So were Adam, Tanya, Tommy and Trisha- among other couples.

Trini grinned at Zack. "Let's cut a rug, Zackman."

A short while later, Billy and Trini were on the dance floor- swaying slowly to a love ballad. The newly married couple smiled harmoniously at each other. They were on cloud nine. Actually, neither of them really knew how to describe the emotions and sensations coursing through them at this very moment.

"It's been an interesting ride, hasn't it?" she said.

"Interesting is an understatement," he said with a laugh.

"That's true. I think we can write a book about this. Do you think it'd sell?" she said, a teasing glint in her eyes.

"Of course. Then, we'll buy a summer home," he said, smiling.

"Maybe a Ferrari or four," she quipped. They both laughed, then, she looked at him seriously. "In a way, I'll always be grateful to Steve. He was a path that led me straight to you."

"That fills me with more than gratitude. I'm going to spend my life with an amazing woman. I love you, Trini," he said. They shared a long kiss.

"I love you, too, Billy," she said before gently laying her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.

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Endnote:

Again, thanks for the support you all showed this story- and me.