6:00 A.M. Greenbay WI

"This is it," Baker said.

"The sun isn't even up yet," Cooper complained.

"You can sleep on the plane," Jimmy said, "We'll be in Mexico soon enough."

8:00 A.M. Zihuatanejo Mexico

"Ah, there you are!" Pablo exclaimed, "Are you ready for your adventure?"

"Yeah," Kenny said, "We can't wait."

"Good, good," Pablo exclaimed, "Miss?"

"I'm ready," Max said quietly, "It should be fun."

"Climb in," Pablo said, as he opened the jeep door.

"Bella," Kenny said, as the jeep rushed down the dirt road, "About last night . . ."

"Can we just forget it for now?"

"No, we can't."

"Why not? We have a lot to do today, and I really don't need to deal with this right now."

"It was the first night we haven't shared a bed since this started. I didn't like waking up without you."

"I was right across the room."

"You know what I mean. Would you stop being so . . . confrontational?"

"I really don't want to fight with you right now."

"We're not fighting," Kenny replied, as he hesitantly took her hand in his, "I don't even know what we were fighting about to begin with. You and me . . . it isn't fake. I know that. What I feel for you is the real thing, and what I said . . . I'm scared to talk to them."

"Why?" Max asked softly, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, "Talk to me."

"What if they don't want to talk to me?" Kenny asked hoarsely, "If they don't want anything to do with me?"

"Of course they do. They would be thrilled to know that you're okay. That you're alive."

"How can I just call them? What do I tell them? About everything, us?"

"They're your parents," Max said softly, as she felt her heart breaking, "They love you, they'll understand."

"I love you," he said quietly, "Don't hate me."

"I could never hate you," she replied, as she squeezed his hand, "Forget it, okay? I love you, too."

"Look," Pablo said, as he pointed to the volcano, "That is where we go. The entrance is marked by an X. The natives say that it brings luck."

"X?" Kenny asked, "Like a painting or something?"

"No, you'll see," Pablo said, "We'll be there soon."

9:00 A.M Mexico City

"We have a half hour until the flight to Zihuatanejo," Baker said, as they looked around the crowded airport, "It's a small place, so if they're there, we'll find them."

Jimmy nodded, "I hope so. God, I'm furious at them for this. I can't believe that they would do something so incredibly stupid."

"I want to know why. I told Kenny that I would yank their immunity if they ran. I didn't think that they would take that chance."

10:00 A.M. Zihuatanejo Mexico

"This isn't subtle," Max said under her breath, as they looked at the giant X made by the trees in front of the volcano, "Now what?"

"He buried something the first time," Kenny replied, as he looked up at the arcing trees, "I say we go up."


"Come on, Bella. It's not that high."

"And we explain this to Pablo, how?" Max asked, "We're going to climb up the sacred trees?"

"What is that?" Kenny asked, pointing up, "Do you see that?"

Max squinted, as she followed his gaze, "Shit, Nikolai. Is that a hole, right by the cross?"

"What do you think?" he asked, as they watched Pablo walk over from the jeep, "It's worth a shot."

"What choice do we have?" Max asked, "Hi Pablo."

"Ah, my friends. It is beautiful here."

"Hey," Kenny said, as he pulled Max closer to him, "Do you think that me and Isabella could have, you know, some private time here? To enjoy ourselves?"

Pablo smiled, "Ah, yes. This place does spark some people. I go."

"Thanks," Kenny said, as he kissed Max, "Come on, Sweetheart."

"You're horrible," she whispered, as kissed him back, "He's going to think . . ."

"That I'm hot for my wife?"

"That we're horny Americans."

"He's gone," Kenny said, as he released her reluctantly, "I'll go up."

Max shook her head, "I'm lighter, and those branches don't look too strong. Will you just be ready to catch me if I fall?"

"Are you saying that I'm fat?"

"Yeah, it's all the gyros and baklava," Max said, as she approached the trees, "Oh, hell."

"Don't look down. Good luck."

Max gritted her teeth, as she began to climb. This sucks, she thought, I hate heights. Why couldn't Tom have just made this easier? I hate him for this. Holding tightly to the trunk, she forced herself up toward the cross. Please don't let this hole be full of bugs, snakes, or anything, she thought, as she peered in. Taking a deep breath, she pulled out the lock box. Thank you, she thought, thank you. Tucking it into her shorts, she carefully climbed back down.

"Bella?" Kenny asked, as leaned up against the tree, "Sweetheart?"

"I got it," she whispered, as she pulled the box back out, "Do you know what this means?"

"It means that we can be free," Kenny said, as she handed it to him, "Hold on."

She watched as he pulled out a knife, and pried it open, "Well?"

"We did it," he said quietly, as he spilled diamonds into his hand.

"Oh my God," Max whispered, as she looked at the sparkling jewels in his hand, "They look so real."

"This is why all those people had to die," Kenny said, as he pulled her closer to him, "It's why we're being hunted by the mob and the FBI. For some stupid diamonds. Tom left you a note."

Max took it silently, as Kenny slid the diamonds into the pack.

Dear Maxine,

This is where the adventure ends. It is up to you now, these diamonds are your insurance policy. My family will never kill you if they know you have them. Don't give them the diamonds, whatever they promise you.

My love, I don't know what happened that caused me not to be with you now. I'm sure that it could have been a multitude of things, everything considered. I love you, and want nothing more then for you to be happy. Live and be happy enough for both of us. I'll always be looking out for you.



"Isabella?" Kenny asked, as he saw the tears running down her cheeks, "Max?"

She didn't say anything, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Burying her face in his chest, she just let the tears flow.

"It's okay," he said lamely, as he held her close.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, not looking up.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he said, as he stroked her hair, "Sweetheart. Tell me what's wrong."

She shook her head, and held onto him more tightly, "Will you just hold me?"

He kissed the top of her head, as he held her. Dammit, Tom, he thought, what the hell did you do to her this time?

Max wiped her tears away, as she looked up, "I . . . here."

He took the folded note from her, "You sure? He left it for you."

She nodded, as they settled on the warm ground. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she watched his face as he read Tom's last words to her.

"He loved you," Kenny said, "And wanted what was best for you."

Max nodded, "Why couldn't I love him?"

Kenny did his best not to feel jealous, as he held his wife, "I don't know."

"He wouldn't have died . . ."

"You don't know that," Kenny said, as she trailed off, "Sweetheart, a lot happened. He kidnaped you, for one. Set me up for your death. He wasn't totally blameless for this. Actually I blame him a lot."

Max pulled away slightly, "And he is dead. We're not."

"That doesn't make him a saint."

"He didn't deserve to die like that. We just left him on that island."

"He got a burial," Kenny countered, "I know that you cared about him. Do what he wanted you to do. Be happy. Live."

"He would hate that we are together. He knew . . . on the island . . . he said . . ."

"Ssh," Kenny said gently, "Said what?"

"That you were in love with me."

"Well, he was right," Kenny said, "Do you hate that we're together? Does it make you happy?"

"What kind of question is that? I married you last week, of course being with you makes me happy."

"Then he should be happy too. He wanted that for you."

"Is everything all right?" Pablo asked, as he rejoined them, "Isabella?"

"She's feeling sick," Kenny said, "Could we just go back to the hotel? We'll pay you for the full day tour."

"Of course," Pablo said, "I'm sorry you are ill."

"Thanks," Max said, as Kenny led her back to the jeep.

11:00 A.M. Zihuatanejo Mexico

"Yes. They checked in last night," the clerk confirmed, "They are on a volcano tour at the moment."

"Thank you," Baker said, "We'll wait here, if you don't mind?"

"No. It's fine. They seemed like such a nice couple. Here on their honeymoon. I had no idea that they were criminals!"

"They're not criminals," Jimmy interjected, "They're witnesses."

11:30 A.M.

"Thanks again," Kenny said, as he handed Pablo the money, "You have a beautiful country."

"Thank you. Feel better, Isabella."

"I will," she promised.

"Where to now? Are you okay?" Kenny asked quietly.

"I am. We have to give Mikkos back his diamonds," Max said, "Then . . . what? Tom hid these so well, what are we supposed to do with them?"

"What if we just bury them all somewhere different? Then send the FBI and mob on a worldwide scavenger hunt? We did it. I really like this idea."

"Me too," she agreed, as they walked back into the hotel lobby, "Shit."

"What?" Kenny asked, as he followed her gaze, "Shit."

"Hi, guys," Baker said, "Did you really think that you could hide? Consider your immunity null and void at this point."

"Uh, we were coming back," Max said lamely.

"Not good enough."

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Jimmy asked, as he studied the couple before them.

No one had a chance to offer, before gunfire exploded through the lobby. Max stifled a scream, as Kenny shoved her to the floor and then landed beside her.

"Stay down!" he yelled in her ear, as glass shattered around them, "Don't move!"

Max dared to glance up, as the black clad figures stormed into the lobby, and the bodies fell around them.

"Come on," Kenny yelled at her, as they dove into the adjoining hallway.

Max looked behind them, "Oh God. They're dead. Baker. Cooper. We can't leave Jimmy. He's still moving."

"And I'm not letting you two get away again," Jimmy gasped, as he stumbled into the hallway with them, "You're in my custody."

"Fine," Kenny snapped, as the trio ran down the hall, as gunfire erupted behind them, "For now, run!"

Sprinting down the narrow hallways, footsteps pounded behind them.

"We should split up," Max said, as they rounded a corner, "They can't get all of us!"

"Not a chance," Kenny countered, as they ducked into a maintenance closet, "Look. It goes to the roof."

"And why would we want to go up there?" Jimmy asked, as he looked at them like they were insane, "Is this what the two of you do every day."

"Hardly," Max retorted, "Actually, we're quite boring when people aren't trying to kill us."

"What was that?" Jimmy asked, as loud boom sounded throughout the building and the walls shook.

"They're blowing the place up," Kenny replied, sounding a lot calmer then he felt, as they felt the heat of in their small room go up quickly, "Climb. Now!"

"And then what? Wait for the building to collapse while we're on top!"

"Would you rather go out into the fire? We'll find a way. We always do! Go."

Jimmy paused one more time, before he made his way up the ladder, "You're both insane."

"Go, Bella," Kenny said.

"Wait," she said quietly, "If we don't make it out of this."

He cut her off, "We're not saying good-bye. I know. Climb."

Max held his gaze for a moment, before she made her way up the ladder, with him close behind her.

"Look!" Jimmy yelled, as they watched the tinted window, vehicles pull away, "They're going!"

"Well they blew us up," Kenny commented, as another explosion rocked the building, as they all ran toward the edge.

"It's not that far down," Max said, "And there is a dumpster."

"On three?" Kenny asked, "Ready? One, two, three!"

12:00 P.M.

"You blew up the diamonds! You fool!" Alana spat, "You killed our one link to them!"

"Those two killed are entire family! They deserved to die. As for the diamonds? They couldn't of found them. I'm starting to think that Tom just through them in the ocean. We don't need them, Alana."

"I want those diamonds."

"I can buy you all the real diamonds you want. Some fake ones aren't that important!"

"They're the only ones in the world like it! We can control the diamond industry! It'll make Tom roll over in his grave! He wanted the world safe for that little slut of his!"

"Alana, it's over. Everyone is dead. We have to get out of here because there are two dead FBI agents in there, and that means that there are more to come."

"Lets go."

12:30 P.M.

"Umph," Max groaned, as they landed in the dumpster, "Nik?"

"Bella?" he replied, "You okay?"

"Fine," she said, as she brushed the trash off of her.

"So you are Isabella and Nikolai Kapali?" Jimmy asked, "The couple from Greece?"

"How did you know that?" Max asked, as they stumbled out of the dumpster and away from the collapsing building.

"Baker spotted you on a security tape, and then matched names from that time period to names that flew to Mexico yesterday. The Kapalis, from Santorini Greece. Why Greece?"

"I guess we're not going back," Max said softly.

"It was feeling like home for a while," Kenny said, as he hugged her close.

"Why Greece?" Jimmy asked again.

Max shrugged, "It was beautiful there, and . . . it seemed like a place we could settle into."

"Did you?"

"Yeah," Kenny said, "We had something good going there."

"It's who you are now," Jimmy said, as they stumbled down the beach, "Nikolai and Isabella. Not Kenny and Max."

Kenny shook his head, "We're the same people, Jimmy. It's just that we had to adapt to a new circumstance. Yeah, she's Isabella to me, my wife. I fell in love with Max a long time ago, and . . . this is how we ended up."

"And you?" Jimmy asked, turning to Max, "Isabella? Are you some Greek housewife?"

"What? It's complicated, Jimmy. I love him, no matter what his name is. A lot has changed in the past few years, but that hasn't."

"We have to go back," Jimmy stated, as they looked at the burning ruins, "Tell the police what happened."

"They think that we're dead," Max said softly, as she felt Kenny squeeze her, "The mob."

"And you want to keep it that way?" Jimmy finished, "And what? Hide out for the rest of your life? In your Grecian paradise?"

"Not there. The FBI knows about that," Kenny said, "We can't go back, Jimmy. We know that. It sucks, it hurts, but we can't."

"Where will you go?" Jimmy asked quietly.

"I don't know," Max said truthfully, "Go home, Jimmy. Just forget about us."

"How? They think I died in that blast."

"Tell them you got thrown, anything," Kenny interjected, "Go back to your family, and just . . . be safe, Jimmy."

"I'll keep your secret," Jimmy said, as he took a step closer to the hotel, "Kenny, Max, good luck. With everything. "

2:00 P.M.

"You're being quiet," Kenny commented.

She just shook her head, "Just thinking."



"We're going to be fine."

"Yeah? Everyone else though, so many people are dead. Innocent people. Why?"

"You're going to drive yourself crazy if you think like that," Kenny said, "It's not easy. I know that."

"I know you do," Max replied, "Being with you makes it better though. I wish that we could go back a few years, and start over."

"Me too. We have to make do with what we have now."

Max nodded, as they pulled over in Mexico City, "Where are we going?"

3:00 P.M.

"I was thrown through the window," Jimmy lied, after he finished giving his statement.

"Jimmy," Jill said, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Kenny and Max?"

"They're dead. I watched them die, Jill," Jimmy lied again.

"Oh, Jimmy," Jill sighed, "Why did they have to run? We wanted to help them."

"I'm sure that they had their reasons," he stressed, "It was just the two of them for so long, and they didn't trust us anymore. I don't think that they trusted anyone but each other."

"Are you coming home?"

"Yeah. I'll be home by tomorrow night."

4:00 P.M.

"This is the most expensive package that I've ever mailed," Max said, as they looked up at their package for Mikkos.

"Who wouldn't like getting this in the mail?" Kenny asked, as they handed it off, "Come on, we have a plane to catch."

The End.