Luis heard Sheridan scream his name and wondered what the hell
was going on. As he neared the wharf, he saw Sheridan standing next to a body, his body, and she was crying not
even seeming to care that Pierre and Roger were holding a gun on her.
Just then Sheridan looked up and saw him. He motioned for her not to say anything, but it was already too late.
She whispered his name and Pierre and Roger turned, holding a gun to Sheridan's head. "Don't move or I'll
kill her." One of the said. "Drop your guns."
Luis felt Sam walk up beside him, but he didn't turn to look. All his attention was focused on Sheridan. "You
hurt one hair on her head and I swear to god, I'll hurt you in ways you can't begin to imagine."
Sheridan's eyes widen for a fraction of a second and then Luis watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and
she passed out. Roger and Pierre were trying to hold her, but they couldn't do that and hold the gun at the same
time. One of them had to go and Luis smiled in relief as they let Sheridan slid to the ground. Then everything
went haywire. Pierre and Roger fired their guns at the same time Luis and Sam did.
A bullet grazed Luis' left arm, but he remained focused on Roger and Pierre. Sam fired a shot and Pierre felt to
the ground. Roger wasn't far behind. He and Sam made sure they weren't going to get up and then Luis ran to Sheridan's
side while Sam checked on the three men lying beside her.
"Sheridan, baby, can you hear me?" Luis asked patting her on the face gently. "Come on sweetheart,
open those blue eyes and look at me."
Sheridan moaned and lifted a hand to her head. Luis noticed it was bleeding and wondered if she hit it during her
fall. She opened her eyes and blinked. "L...Luis?"
"Yeah, baby, it's me."
"Am I dead?" Sheridan asked raising a hand to her head. She grimaced in pain the moment she touched the
open would. "No, I can't be. My head hurts too much. How is this possible? I watched you die. I heard you
take your last breath. How can you be sitting beside me?"
"Sweetheart, it wasn't me. It wasn't me they shot. It was someone who was impersonating me."
Sam walked up then holding something in his hands. "I think this might explain how he looked so much like
Luis glanced up and saw Sam holding some kind of mask... a mask of his face. "What the hell? Who the hell
is that guy?"
"I don't know. He wasn't wearing any id. But whoever he was, he had very expensive friends. This mask had
to cost a pretty penny."
"Julian." Sheridan said breaking into the conversation. "It was Julian. That's the last thing the
man said. It was Julian. I thought he meant Julian shot him, but..."
"Sheridan?" Luis asked grabbing her arm and helping her up off the ground. "What are you saying?
That Julian paid the man to be me? Why? Why would he do that?"
"To keep us apart. He did it to keep us apart." Sheridan said not even looking at Luis. She was staring
at the man she had thought was him. "It must have been him that night. Julian must have hired him."
"Sheridan?" Luis asked turning her around to look at him. "What night? What are you talking about?"
"The night you kissed me. We were standing right here. Do you remember?" Luis nodded and she continued.
"I came back not long after I left. You were here talking on the phone. I heard you call me a spoiled princess.
I heard you tell someone that you were only using me."
"And that's why you slapped me?" She nodded and Luis finally understood what went wrong between them.
"Sheridan, I would NEVER say those things about you. I could never use you. I love you."
"I know that now Luis. I didn't then. I didn't know someone was going around impersonating you." Sheridan
lowered her eyes to the ground. "God, I should have known it wasn't you. I should have realized."
"Sheridan, how could you? The man had my face, even my voice. Hell, if I saw him I would have thought I was
looking in a damn mirror! There was no way you could have known."
Tears pooled in her eyes as she looked back up at him. "I should have trusted you, Luis. I should have known
you wouldn't use me that way."
Luis wiped the tears away from her face and pulled her into his arms. "Sheridan, this is not your fault. We
barely knew each other back then. Not the way we know each other now."
Sheridan pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. Then placed her hand on his cheek. "I love you, Luis."
"I love you too Sheridan. More than I ever thought possible." Luis leaned down and kissed her then. It
started out as a gentle kiss, but it quickly turned into a passionate one. He pulled back when he heard someone
ask, "What the hell was going on here?"
Luis turned around and saw the horror on Julian Crane's face as he saw the body of the imposter lying on the ground.
Julian started to back off, but Luis was on him in a flash. "No so fast, Crane. You've got some explaining
to do. A lot of it."
"Get your hands off me!" Julian screamed. "I'll have your badge for treating me this way."
Sheridan walked up then and forced her way between them. "I know what you did Julian. I know what you did
to keep me and Luis apart and I know what you did when I was a little girl."
Julian's face paled. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"No? How 'bout the night Martin Fitzgerald disappeared? You thought I wouldn't ever remember, didn't you?
Well, I probably wouldn't have if you hadn't grabbed my hand at the cottage. I know what you did Julian. I know
what you AND what father did. I won't let you get away with it. If it's the last thing I do, I'm going to make
sure you spend the rest of your life behind bars!"
Luis pulled Sheridan away from Julian and together they watched as Sam placed handcuffs on him and started to read
him his rights. Luis turned to look at Sheridan who was watching the scene with a smile on her face. The first
one he'd seen in a long time. "Sheridan..." She turned toward him and his breath caught in his throat.
The love in her eyes shone brightly. "I love you."
She smiled. "Enough to marry me?"
Luis laughed and shook his head. "Dammit, I was going to ask you that!"
Sheridan laughed and put her arms around him. "Is that a yes?"
Luis took her face in his hands and when his lips were less than an inch away, he whispered, "yes."