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~Lexi’s POV~
I stand there, looking at Antony and Cleopatra, in awe of the last few months of my life. Before all of this started, before Danny found me again, I was caught up in my old life. Back then, I hated Danny for getting my father involved in the Farouk sting and I wanted nothing to do with being a good person anymore. Now here we are, standing arm in arm after almost dying multiple times in the name of doing good, avenging my father’s death, and saving the world. If I were to say that to anyone who didn't know, they would have thought I was crazy, but here we are. Crazy is long out the window now.
As I continue to stare in awe of the golden sarcophaguses in front of us, I feel Danny's arm wrap around my shoulder and bring me closer to him. I feel his warm and firm comforting embrace as we turn to walk out of the building. Off to one last briefing with law enforcement before this whole case is wrapped up.
We get outside of the museum that the expo was displayed at and the next thing I know is Danny's hands on either side of my hips. I feel the building’s cold exterior brick against my back, the warmth of his hands holding me like I could break if he held me too tightly. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
As Danny’s head rests in the crook of my neck I feel myself relax. I breathe in the smell of his cologne and I feel his breath as he starts talking. “What are you thinking about, Lex?”
“Besides you?” I laugh. “No really. I just keep thinking about how much we’ve been through and how our lives just changed these last few months.”
He kisses my jawline before he pulls away and looks me in the eyes. “I wouldn't want it any other way. No one else I would have rather done this with. I love you, Lexi.”
“I love you too.” I stop, the last person I said that to was my father. I knew I loved Danny but putting it into words was terrifying.
I pushed the thought aside as he takes my hand in his. We walk in a comfortable silence, hand in hand into the precinct.
Once we get in there we are led to the debrief room and meet up with Gwen and we start on some paperwork that mostly just consists of signing our names enough times to run all the ink out of these pens. Before we even make a dent in the paperwork, the door flies open and the police chief is standing in the doorway.
“Ms. Vaziri, may I speak with you for a moment?” He says. I nod and stand up from my seat as Danny follows suit behind me and the chief stops him from following.
“He’s coming with me. Anything you say to me he will hear about eventually.” I say and we continue down the hall.
He stops in the middle of the hallway, almost to the door of the main entry area and faces us. “Someone just showed up here looking for you. They said they are looking for Lexi Vaziri.”
Danny steps forward to look out the windows of the doors and the freezes. “Um… Lexi… this woman...” He starts.
I begin to walk toward the door to see who this is but the chief speaks up as I approach the window. I stop dead in my tacks as the chief’s words finally come together in my mind.
“That woman says her name is Jamila Vaziri… She said she's your mother.” he says and he's right.