Their wedding was beautiful.

It was the kind of wedding that existed only when the love of the bride and groom was so enduring, so honest, so true.

They danced together all night at the reception. Song after song they stood there swaying back and forth on the dance floor, trapped in their own little bubble of simplicity.

Their eyes caught each others from time to time, speaking volumes through their unwavering gazes. They didn't have to speak, words were not profound enough for what they were feeling at that moment. They didn't need to tarnish it with meaningless verbal sounds.

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"Wow, we haven't watched that video in a long time. There are so many good memories on that tape. So many beginnings." Vaughn said with a smile. He reached over to the coffee table in front of him and picked up the remote to switch off the television.

A tiny tear welled in Sydney's eye as she thought about what she had just seen. It was amazing how she could still feel with such vibrancy the utter joy that she felt on that day. "I know. I can't believe its already been 6 years."

Sydney leaned in closer to Vaughn. She laid her head on his chest and tucked her arm over his abdomen. He looked down at her and let his cheek rest gently on the top of her head and they sat there like this for a small moment. They were content and they let themselves run away with that for a few short minutes.

In the six years that had passed Sydney and Vaughn had gone from being full time CIA agents to full time parents to their daughter Isabelle. They still both held their jobs at the agency, but on a much less stringent schedule. Their priority was their family and the CIA knew that. Jack had filled the role of doting grandfather quite well. He grew as a person in a way that Sydney thought he never would. Isabelle adored him and he adored her.

"No!" a tiny yell came from the bedroom upstairs. Sydney and Vaughn jumped up at the sound of their daughter's cry and hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. When they reached her doorway the light from the hallway illuminating streaks of tears running steadily down her face. "Mommy, Daddy they were coming. I couldn't get away. They were coming. I was so scared." Isabelle managed words between her sobs.

Sydney and Vaughn made their way to their daughter's bed and sat down on either side. "It's okay sweetie, it was just a bad dream." Sydney's words were soothing, as she tried to comfort Isabelle.

Vaughn reached over and rubbed his thumbs over Isabelle's delicate cheeks. He wiped away her tears and stroked her hair. His whole hand fit over her tiny head. "Do you want to tell us about it?" He asked his daughter.

Isabelle sniffled deeply before she began to speak clearly enough for her parents to understand. "There was a big man. He was really big and really tall and he was trying to get through my window. He was trying to get me and I couldn't do anything. I was too scared." She began to cry again as she relived the dream for her parents.

"Would it make you feel better if you slept with me and Mommy tonight, Izzie?" Vaughn asked. Isabelle nodded and let out a quite sigh of relief at her father's offer. She reached over and grabbed her stuffed doggie and Vaughn picked her up and walked with Sydney to their bedroom.

The three of them settled in under the covers, with Isabelle in the middle. Isabelle felt safe and secure between her parents and soon sleep took hold. They all lay there peacefully drifting off.

Meanwhile, down the hall, outside Isabelle's window a shadowy blur began to shuffle quickly away from the house.