Very bittersweet to give you all the finale of this one. I know I a lot of my fics have finished recently and I only have a couple more going. I have no plans for more right now since everything is so hectic in my life. But I hope that you enjoy the fics I still have going. As I've said before, even if a story has been completed for a while, I will always love and read any review you give so no hesitations on that. Thank you to everyone who followed, faved, or reviews anything, including guests that I can't thank individually.

Both Luke and Penelope reluctantly left their hotel room. They were already late packing her things. They skipped breakfast with the others in order to pack up the rest of her stuff. They didn't have enough time to do both, thanks to a shared shower incident. And Luke knew he needed to see Jonny's wife. If he could finally explain this and give her some closure, he would. He went to the club to get the money from Matty, who was apparently in charge since Joey, Ruiz, and Stacy weren't available.

Luke walked in, holding Penelope's hand. Matty was moving some cases of beer from behind the bar when he saw them approach. "Well, well well, I must say I never thought that undercovers really were so undercover. So maybe all of my favorite movies aren't completely unrealistic." Matty smiled at Luke and leaned his elbow on the edge of the bar.

"Yeah, Man. I don't like lying to the people that… well, that are genuine with me, but unfortunately it is part of the job description."

"To be honest, you make a lot more sense now. Not that everyone around here is skeezy, but enough of us are. And even those of us who aren't, well, we're still at least a little fucked in the head. That didn't seem to be the case with you." Matty finally nodded at Penelope, who was on Luke's right a little behind him.

"Right, uh, Matty, this is my girlfriend, Penelope. She also works for the FBI in case you were wondering."

Matty tipped his head at her. "Nice to meet you, and also that makes sense since I have literally never seen you take advantage of the situation ever. Even if you'd flirt, it was for show, and then you'd busy yourself with, I'm assuming, pretending to get drunk."

"That's accurate." Luke scratched at the back of his head. "Look, man. I know you've already gotten a ton of questions from all of our lovely associates, but I was wondering if you knew if Ruiz really did keep that cash for Jonny's wife?"

Matty nodded and started walking towards the club's office. "Yeah, he did. He really did want her to have it. He knew it wasn't her fault, and he also knew she would be a single mother. He had a bit of a soft spot for that sort of thing. I now know the guy also was responsible for making her a single mother, but he did have an odd sense of morality." Matty had led them into the office and was turning the dial on a small safe.

"Yeah, I know he truly did see the difference between business, and, well, crime. I don't think he wanted to be a bad guy, but it was just easy to be. It was still his choice. He ran successful businesses. I know these places are in the black, even without any drug money. It was something we checked thoroughly. He didn't use the drug money to keep these places afloat. He definitely used it for his personal property, but he could've chosen to be a straightforward business owner." Luke informed Matty, and he took the manila envelope from him.

"Yeah, I figured. I never really saw that stuff coming through here. I knew about the rumors, but we all did. I don't think anyone that's ever worked here was a part of it except some of the security guys, and, even then, I think they were a part of it beforehand, and he kept them nearby to make sure no one was onto anything." Matty shrugged.

"That makes sense. Everyone else always checked out. Even most of the strippers with a few arrests for some other things, it was clear they were just a mess and not some big crime bosses." Penelope interjected.

"Yeah, well, if he's dead, and Stacy is in jail, how is anything going to keep going? We can stay open for the next few weeks, but, once things need to get approved, and payroll accounts need to be funded again, we'll be out of luck," Matty expressed.

"What about Ruiz's wife? They're not actually divorced yet. Unless he changed his will already, she would automatically become the owner," Luke told him.

Matty grinned. "Yeah, Luisa… yeah, I basically took my own life in my hands when I told her to leave him. I was scared she might tell him what I said, but she needed to hear it. She's too good for that lifestyle."

"You like her?" Penelope inquired with a smile.

Matty shrugged, but the embarrassed smile on his face gave it away. "Yeah, always did. Also knew that was not a road to go down since I could've been killed on sight, but hey, maybe if she's my boss, I can actually ask her out without worrying if I was going to get a tattoo on my ass."

"They told you about that when they questioned you?" Luke inquired since he hadn't caught up with any of his or Sero's team.

"Yeah, they asked if I could say for sure whether the guys had those tattoos or spoke about getting them done. Obviously they hadn't. A lot of ladies over the years could've been witness to that too, but I know there wasn't a connection to Stacy yet. I get that you had to keep that quiet and not release the details to the general public, but I probably could've made that connection years ago for you. Stacy used to draw those designs a lot when she was sitting around here bored. She even had a few framed at her apartment. I had seen them when I went to pick some costumes up from her once when she had the flu and couldn't make it in." Matty gave Luke a side smile.

"I wish I could've asked a lot of you a lot of things. But at the times, the murders weren't the prime instigator for the undercover operation. They were now, but we assumed that they were the inevitable consequences of the drug business." Luke returned the smile.

Matty nodded. "Well, I hope you are able to give Jonny's wife some peace, and maybe she can start a college fund or something."

"Right." Luke held up the envelope. "I gotta get going so we can make it over there before we have to get on our jet."

"You got a jet? Of course, you do." Matty scoffed.

Luke smiled. "It was nice to see you again, Matty. Really. And I hope that everything works out. Call me if you need anything." Penelope pulled out one of Luke's cards from her purse and handed it to Luke who took it and handed it to Matty.

Matty scanned it briefly. "Hopefully I won't need the FBI's help for anything ever again, but it is Miami so you never know. Hey take care- uh- Luke." Matty read the name off the card. "Gee, that's going to be an adjustment."

Luke chuckled and grabbed Penelope's hand. He gave Matty an almost salute, and then he led Penelope through the club and out the door into the bright Miami sun.

"So we only have an hour and a half. Can we make it over to her house?" Penelope questioned.

"Yeah, they live not even a mile from here." Luke and Penelope got in the car that Sero had given him to use.

"You think she'll be happy or sad? I mean, sad that her husband did die in vain in a way since it was just the delusion of some random girl that made it come to pass?"

"I don't know, but there has to be some peace in knowing that who she thought Jonny was is exactly who he actually was. Even if the reasoning is hard to deal with, at least she knows he wasn't involved in anything nefarious. He definitely didn't bring it on himself."

"Hopefully that's something." Penelope sighed as they pulled up in front of a small cottage. "Do you want me to-"

"Yes, come with me. You look too innocent for people to slam a door in your face." Luke got out and opened her door.

"Thanks. I think." Penelope shrugged.

They walked up the path, and Luke knocked. They heard the door being unlocked, and they waited momentarily for the woman to appear on the other side. The screen door was still shut, but they saw her search for the memory in her head. "Jay? Is that-"

"Yes, hi, Cristela. I know it's been years, but I have something important to tell you. Do you mind if we talk for a couple minutes?" He saw her seem apprehensive, but she smiled at him and then at Penelope who was on the step behind him. "This is my girlfriend, Penelope. She is sort of part of the explanation as well."

Penelope smiled. "I promise it's nothing bad," she assured the woman.

Cristela opened the screen. "Come in. Rico is on a playdate." She showed them to the living room and gestured for them to take a seat on the couch. "What is it? I mean all these years later?"

Luke cleared his throat. "Well, first, my name isn't Jay. It's actually Luke, and I work for the FBI." He grabbed his badge from his pocket and showed her. He saw her wide shocked eyes, but he spoke again before she could ask. "I was undercover initially to find a fugitive that had ties to Ruiz, but then it transitioned into taking out the drug smuggling. I had to go back under cover the past couple weeks because there was another murder and - look, all you really need to know is that Jonny was never in with the drugs, nor did he ever cheat on you. He was clean. Completely. He was only killed because of Ruiz and Stacy. He rejected Stacy and she..." Luke paused because this was not easy to hear. "Ruiz was her half brother, and he did something for her to make her happy since their childhoods were anything but. He protected her because their father never did. While some murders were Ruiz' doing for the sake of the drugs, some were because Stacy couldn't get what she wanted. Like Craig, he was gay and had a boyfriend, Jonny was married and loyal. I wish there was a better reason, but there isn't. It was just the result of a woman who was too delusional to know up from down. I'm sorry that I can't bring him back."

Cristela had a few silent tears coming down her face. "I knew that made no sense. I knew Jonny. I knew he wasn't like that. But I thought maybe I was just one of those sad stories from those news shows that the wife never knew anything, and the neighbors swore it would never be that guy. I just-" She stopped when she felt a hiccup coming on.

Penelope sat forward. "He was exactly who you thought he was. You must've taken the time to forgive him. Otherwise you wouldn't have his picture up everywhere, but now you know that you never had to."

Luke grabbed Penelope's hand in his and smiled at her before turning back to the woman in front of him. "This is the money he earned. Ruiz kept it for you. I know that sounds nutty, but most of the people he hurt, it wasn't personal. Some weren't even his choice. He was raised by a single mother, and you were never anyone's enemy. Before you say no, this wasn't a favor or anything. It really was Jonny's money, and, since it really was his, and he really was yours, please just take it. For Rico or yourself. Whatever it may be."

Cristela slowly held a hand out for Luke to place the envelope there. "I will use it for Rico. He wanted to play soccer, but I couldn't budget in the fees."

"There's enough for that and then some. And just so you know, the guys, the dancers, they were never involved either. So if any of them offered help, just know that it was and it would be sincere if you ever choose to reach out to them." Luke nodded at her, and she nodded back. "We have to go. We have to get back to D.C., but I hope everything works out for you and Rico."

Cristela stood up when they did. She reached forward to give Luke a hug. "Thanks, I appreciate knowing the truth." She walked them to the door. "Just so you know Jonny knew you were different. He said, even though he loved the other guys too, that he could imagine that you were someone he'd care to keep in touch with once he left."

Luke smiled at her from the porch, but Penelope spoke for him. "Luke said that exact thing. Jonny was obviously a very good guy. I hope you and Rico always remember that."

Cristeal smiled at them, and they waved goodbye as they walked down the path to get in the car.

….

They made it to the jet right on time. They had discussed how they didn't want the others to be able to blame any more professional mishaps on their personal choices. So they made sure to be punctual.

"Well, you two look happy." Emily smirked at them as they boarded. She closed the file in her hand that she had been reading.

Luke shook his head, mouth closed, containing his smirk as much as he could, but Penelope turned a light shade of red as everyone on board inspected both of them with smirks on their faces.

"This is not going to be a thing, is it?" Penelope asked after she regained some composure.

"Oh, of course not. We're going to be as professional as you always are." JJ had a seemingly innocent look on her face, but there was mischief behind it.

Penelope rolled her eyes and took a seat as far away from the others as possible. This time, not because she was worried, but because she wanted to be away from prying eyes.

"Did you get anything out of Stacy?" Luke asked as he leaned against the side of the plane, making conversation with the four agents seated around the small table.

"Actually, yes. She wasn't exactly Fort Knox. She confessed to tattooing the guys with her flower design," JJ told him.

"Any good reason why she had Ruiz kill only at certain times during the year?" Luke asked.

Simmons held up his hand counting off on his fingers. "Valentines, the spring break annual speed dating at the Ultra Lounge, and Christmas."

Luke's face turned in amusement. "Well, okay. The Ultra Lounge, huh? That place is gross, but I guess I could see it." He scanned the side of the plane wondering where her logic came from. "And anything on the drugs?"

Emily gave a satisfied scoff. "Sero has enough info to stop his entire trade. I don't think she knew everything, but she knew enough."

"Why did she confess to all this? Did she get a deal?" Luke's brow was furrowed as he asked them.

"Yup, she admits to being an accessory. She won't get actual murder charges," Derek answered Luke's question.

"Even though she was the one that seemed to orchestrate the kills, she wasn't the one who carried them out. I guess that's," he paused, "something. I'm assuming Sero's going to be working with the DEA on this, but any word on the local cops? Anyone suddenly very upset that the drug money isn't going to be coming in soon?"

"No clue. but that old boss of yours is very thorough and motivated. I think he's going to be looking into that. Stacy didn't mention anyone directly, but she might not have ever seen them." JJ shrugged.

Luke nodded at her. "I know this is weird to say, but I hope that they find a way to keep his clubs open. His businesses provide a lot of jobs down there, and, to be honest, it really wasn't a bad place to work." Luke tried not to chuckle, but he did make the rest of them giggle. "Any word on their father? I mean he's the whole reason this happened. I can't imagine he's really a ghost if these two found each other," Luke said contemplatively.

"I told Sero I could have Garcia track him, but he said it wasn't necessary," Prentiss told him.

"Alvez is right though. How did these two figure out they were brother and sister? If their father was dust in the wind and all…" Derek trailed off.

They heard Penelope's voice from a few rows back. "Stacy tried to search for her father a few years ago and found his picture in the paper as a possible suspect for the murder of Ruiz's mom. So she sought him out, told him her whole story, and viola. A very odd sibling dynamic was born."

"Should've known." Matt smiled at the people near him. "How long did that take?" he called back to her.

"I've been looking ever since Emily said Sero didn't find it necessary," she called out.

They all laughed at her. "A whole minute? Are you tired or something, Garcia?" JJ asked.

"I found the email she wrote to him easy, but I had to read the whole thing," she explained.

Luke shook his head, a happy smile on his face. "Well, I am relieved that my cover is blown. I don't think I could've done that for months like I did the first time around. I'm older, and it's a lot of cardio." The four agents in front of him broke out into laughter. "I'm serious. Did you two see any of those routines? It's not easy."

JJ was still giggling as she answered. "We saw some of them, but we didn't see any of yours."

"Although, we did hear that you got a tremendous amount of applause," Prentiss teased.

"So Alvez has dance moves then, huh?" Derek was watching his face as he tried to contain an embarrassed laugh.

"Even if I did, it's the end of an era. I don't think there will ever be a need to do that again."

"Hey, how did you get chosen for that assignment in the first place? They had to make sure you could dance, didn't they?" Simmons asked.

"Oh my God! What about at the club? Did you have to audition?" JJ was suddenly very curious as she leaned forward on the table.

Luke laughed and wagged two fingers at her. "I will never answer that." He walked away from the four people now teasing him and trying to negotiate an answer from him.

Luke ignored them as he joined Penelope. "Hey, handsome boyfriend of mine," she greeted as he sat down.

"Hey, Carina. What are you doing here?" He nudged her shoulder with his, leering at her.

"Can you tell me if you auditioned?" she quizzed with a smirk.

He let his mouth open wide as he attempted to keep from laughing. "How about I show you?" he whispered in her ear.

She shivered after feeling his breath on her neck. "I'm going to be in so much pain this next week, aren't I?" she asked.

He looked at her, affronted. "You mean you're not already?" He lifted his eyebrows at her.

She turned red again shaking her head. "I guess I meant even more pain. I'm very sore, and this is going to be a rough couple weeks for certain parts of me."

He nodded his head. "Count on it."

They spent the rest of the trip flirting and mostly ignoring the taunts of the other people on board, until Penelope finally fell asleep on Luke's shoulder. When they arrived, everyone deplaned as Luke gently woke her up. "Come on, Hermosa. We're here.

She lifted her head, her face pouty from sleep. He couldn't help it. He reached over and kissed her. "Hey, I thought we said not in front of the kids," she mumbled.

He laughed at her. "Yeah, well, no one waited for us. I have the keys to the other SUV. I assume the four of them are going back in the other car."

She nodded and stretched as he got up and grabbed their bags, heading down the stairs of the plane with Penelope close behind him. They walked to the SUV next to the one that was already running. Luke quickly put their bags in the back of it. Penelope was behind him, still stretching from the plane ride. She stopped when she saw Derek standing in front of her after the other SUV took off. "You coming with us, Eyebrows?" she questioned happily.

"No, actually I'm heading right back out. I promised Savannah I'd get home as soon as I could. Also, I don't have to write any of those annoying reports anymore, so I just get to leave."

"Yeah, on a commercial flight. Enjoy that, Hot Stuff," Penelope teased.

He gave an inaudible chuckle. "Yeah, it is an adjustment, but at least Savannah bought me a first class ticket."

Penelope giggled. "Derek 'Chocolate Thunder' Morgan, as I live and breathe, you are a kept man." She scrunched her face at him. She already knew that, but every once in a while it astonished her that he really settled down.

"Hey, I haven't been clubbing all that much. Not since that whole wedding deal. Sweetness, this is not news." He beamed at her.

"But it will never get old, unlike you." She poked him in the chest.

"Okay, whatever, crazy girl." Luke had shut the door and was leaning on the back of the car listening to their banter, when Derek turned to him. "Look, Alvez-"

"I already said, don't worry about it. Heat of the moment and all that." Luke gave him a friendly nod.

Derek gave a gracious nod back but spoke anyway. "Still, I didn't keep my cool, and you did, and for all I know that saved my Baby Girl's life. Probably, JJ's too, so- And now we know that Stacy had already seen Penelope and that was because I said we should have cameras in your room. It wasn't even you that-" Derek nervously adjusted his hand on the strap of his bag. "Look, I don't mean anything by what I've said or done. I guess I just didn't realize what was happening here." He pointed in between the two people in front of him. "But I think it's a good thing."

Penelope took a step towards him and gave him a long hug. He held onto her for a few moments, closing his eyes and putting his head against hers. She gave another squeeze to which he gave a kiss to her temple before letting her go. "I'm fine, Derek. You really don't have to worry about me. It honestly wasn't all that terrifying. They were foolish, and I know, if they had wanted me dead, I would've been already. I knew you all would save me," she assured him.

"Yeah, I know." His eyes darted between the two of them. "Well I guess I should go check in for my flight. I'll always be here for you. You know that, right?" He took his hand off the strap of the bag that was over his shoulder, bringing it to her cheek.

"I know that, Derek," she said to him with a serious face and voice.

He winked at her, knowing she could tell exactly what he was thinking. "I love you so much. I always will." He stepped back from her.

"I know." She widened her eyes at him, as if he were stupid, her momentary seriousness gone.

He nodded to Luke again, a small smile on his face, and he let his hand fall from her face. Then he turned to head towards the plane that would take him home to his family.

"You sure you're alright?" Luke asked as he put ran his hands over her arms. She'd stayed glued to the spot she was in, a thoughtful look on her face as she watched Derek's form get smaller in the distance.

"You didn't just see that, huh? Still a Newbie sometimes." She turned, wrapping her arms around his middle.

"What does that mean?" He put his arms around her, hugging her to his side.

"He just let me go," she said wistfully.

Luke had her tucked under his chin, but his brow furrowed in confusion before an understanding came over him. He pulled her closer, kissing her head while she pressed her cheek to his chest. A small smile spread across his face as he watched her take a deep breath. She was inhaling his scent. He had a responsibility now that was bigger than any other he'd ever known, and he was more ready for it than he ever thought he'd be.

"Hey, I have one thing that's still bothering me." She turned her chin, laying it on his chest as she looked up to his face.

"What's that?"

"What does 'cash for cake' mean?"

Luke laughed, leading her to the car and settling her in before getting in himself and pulling away. "It means that we got paid for doing something so easy, so good, something you would do for free. Like eat cake. Easy as cake."

Penelope laughed loudly. "Wow, so stripping was just that simple, huh?"

"Not really, but, if you're a young single guy, it's a pretty decent time when all you're doing is flirting for money."

"Well, I suppose I understand that. So are you going to miss getting cash for cake?" she asked him as they pulled up to a red light.

"I think you're all the dessert I need." He winked at her, the charm of Jay coming through full force.

She leaned over to catch his lips, pulling back when she had to catch her breath. "Oh, I think I'm going to like this."

Thank you to BookDragon2013 for reaching out to tell me how excited you were that someone made the Magic Mike connection. And look at us now! hahaha