I stood staring at Grace. She held the answers I needed, I wanted to know about my birth mother. Biting my lip, I looked at Grace. "Where did you get that?" I asked her.

"Reginald had a filing system, he liked to keep records, write information down" Grace explained. "How about we go to his office, and look through it?" Grace suggested, smiling softly at me.

"Do you know what is inside?" I asked her again.

"No, I…I guess Reginald wanted to keep this to himself, I believe Pogo knows certain things, but I was the nanny, the mother figure, I wasn't to worry about things like this" Grace explained. "Come on, honey, let's go through the file, and then you can decide what you wish to do afterwards"

I suddenly felt nervous, reluctant to actually find out about my past, but I needed to do this. Before Diego and I got married, and before we had kids. "Okay" I mumbled walking back into the building.

I hadn't been inside the office, since…well, I couldn't even remember. Looking around I let out a sigh. "And yet, everything is still untouched and dust free" I spoke out, before walking over to the desk. Seeing a small globe sitting on the desk. Tilting my head looking at it, I pushed it off the desk, watching it fall onto the ground, smashing. "Whoops"

"Lexi, dear" Grace scolded me.

"I'm embracing myself" I simply told her, before sitting on the big office chair. "Hmm, cold, I guess that fits" Looking at the desk, it was still filled with his junk. As my hand glowed red, feeling the power run through my, I flicked my wrist, causing everything on the desk to fall off.

"Honey, I know you have certain feelings about your father- "

"Grace, he wasn't my father, he was never a father" I told her "And people need to get that into his head, he wasn't a good man" I simply told her "And you knew that, Grace. Sometimes, I could see it on your face, inside, deep down in those wires, you hated him as well…but he is gone now, and he can rot for all I care. And don't you dare clean the mess up. It can stay like that…but I am not finished"

"Don't let you anger get the best of you" Grace told me gently. Yeah, my emotions and I, never got on. I was a ticking time bomb. Taking a deep breath, I looked at her Grace.

"Anger will always get the best of me, because sometimes, it can save a life" I pointed out, from several occasions. "Anyway, this isn't about my emotions, or the old man, this is about my birth mother".

Grace gently handed the file over, I placed it on the desk, looking at the little word at the top of the file, I couldn't help but scoff. "Number Zero, of course" I mumbled. Opening the file, there was so much writing. And a page of photos. "What are the photos?" I asked frowning at Grace. Grace joined me at my side, looking at the photos.

"They look like they are photos of every year, since you were born" Grace said. And they were. Looking closely, I noticed a date on each photo.

"So, these are photos of me, every year on the day I was born" I sighed. "Until, the last year when I left" Looking at myself, I noticed something in all the photos. "Damn, I look…"

"Angry" Grace chuckled. All of my photos, well most of them, they all looked angry. I pointed to the first photo of where I was showing anger in my face.

"This face was because he made us get tattoos" I told her "Being pinned down and forced to have a tattoo at a young age…it's not right, so, my anger got the best of me then"

"I see your point…it wasn't a pleasant day…I wish I could have done something" Grace whispered.

"You had no control over him, Grace. No one did" I sighed "Anyway…" Discarding the photos to the side, I looked at the information in front of me. "Okay, Number Zero…and he still didn't put my name down, even after you gave us names"

Grace suddenly grabbed a fountain pen, and gently wrote down my name beside Number Zero. "There, now that should have been done when you were born"

I couldn't help but smile slightly. Seeing my name; Alessia actually written down in something of his.

"How did you find out I was part Italian?" I asked Grace.

"I was very persuasive in convincing Reginald to give me a few hints of where you came from" She informed me. Looking down, I finally found out.

"Venice, Italy" I mumbled. Before seeing something that stuck out. "Marzia…that's my mother's name" I whispered. "Wait…there's an address…is that…"

"Where your mother must live? It appears it my dear" Grace smiled. I couldn't stop staring at the address.

"But it could be old…" I said "I guess this is where my investigation starts…" I trailed off. "What else is on here?" I asked myself out loud. "Powers, skills…Jesus, sounds like something found on a fandom wikia" I said. "So, literally, my name, pictures, mother's name, address, powers and skills. That's it" I sighed relaxing back in the office chair. "I feel like I'm looking at nothing"

"I'm sorry my dear, I thought there would be more information for you" Grace sighed.

"It's okay…I think I can go on from this. Just look for a Marzia…Verona in Venice Italy…I can work from that, especially if there are any news reports about a woman who suddenly falls 9 months pregnant and in labour the second, she falls pregnant…yeah, I have plenty of information" I nodded. "Actually…Grace. Can you get the rest of our files?" I asked her.

"Of course," Grace seemed a little curious, or unsure on what I was doing. As Grace walked to a filing cabinet, she grabbed more files, and placed everything on the desk. I instantly found myself, grabbing Ben's file. Biting my lip, I opened it up, seeing large red letters across the information. DECEASED. And…all his pictures…gone. "Bastard" I mumbled feeling suddenly emotional. "I didn't actually think he was this heartless. First the shortest funeral of anyone's life, mainly blaming us all for his death, and now this. Ben deserved so much more" I whispered, before looking up, looking around the room.

"Looking for something?" Grace asked.

"No…someone…don't worry" I discarded my thoughts, and placed Ben's folder back into the pile, before looking at Vanya's. Photos of course, but then. "Wait…" I frowned. "Why is everything blacked out? Like…you see in movies? Wait…" They usually did these in movies, something to do with the government, keeping secrets, secret. But whatever Reginald was hiding, I would never find out. Taking Vanya's file, and Ben's back, I placed them both in the bin, respectfully. Gathering the rest of the files, I got off from the desk.

"Want me to put those back?" Grace asked.

"No. I'm gonna need these, but I will need something…to search for my mother…laptop…address book, records, I don't know" I said, leaving the office and heading down to the kitchen, putting everyone's file on the kitchen table, before heading back upstairs to the living room. Slumping down on the sofa, I opened my folder up again, looking at the information. 'Number Zero, Alessia. Born 1st October 1989. Mother; Marzia Verona. Venice, Italy. Powers; Psionics. Red glowing energy cells, to use as telekinesis, shielding and energy blasts…well old man, not just those anymore…'. I sighed placing the folder down on my stomach, I rubbed my face. Such small information, but a lot of information to process in 15 minutes.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice; I was always so familiar with. Turning my head after removing my hands, I looked at Diego. "Yeah" I said.

"What's that" He motioned his head towards the file on my stomach.

"A lead, well, a rough lead"

"On your birth mother?" he asked.

"Yeah" I told him "And before you argue with me about this being a bad idea…then it will be my bad idea. Everyone deserves closure, even if someone else doesn't like it"

"Meaning me?" he asked.

"Exactly. You have your reason's. I have mine. With or without you, I'm going to Venice"

"Venice?" Diego asked confused.

"It's where she lives…hopefully, so it's where I will start, even if I have to go to every corner of Venice to find her…I just…need to know…know she is okay…every everything" I sighed.

"I've been doing some thinking" Diego told me, walking to the sofa I was sitting on, and squeezing his cute arse down.

"Careful, that can be dangerous for you" I mumbled, of course teasing him, to lighten the mood.

"Very funny" he said "You've always been…curious to know who your mother was…and now you have the chance. I shouldn't be telling you no. I should be supporting you, and that's what I want to do, as your fiancé, and as your soon to be husband, father to our kids. A wife and husband should support each other, I'm sure it's in the vows" he chuckled. "I just…don't want to see you heartbroken"

"I know…but it's a risk I am willing to take. And if the results are…bad, it won't stop me from moving on, because it will be closure…Diego…it's what I want. I know I am not emotionally stable, but…this is a bottle that needs to be opened and consumed, even if it explodes open or flows out. Me having a clear mind, is what everyone wants"

"I get that baby" he smiled. "I will go with you, as your future husband, it's my job to stand by my wife" he winked, leaning down and gently kissing me. "And other things" he mumbled. I couldn't help but smile. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer. He gently picked up the file, and placed it on the coffee table, pulling me quickly onto his lap, straddling his hips, her lips kissed in sync, before the sound of heavy boots and guns cocking in the room caught our attention.

Turning our heads. Three men, wearing black outfits, head to toe, guns pointing at us, stood in front of us. Diego and I quickly got off the sofa, looking at the men.

"Where are the goods!" One of the men shouted, his voice muffled.

"Looks like we found one of the goods" Another man, spoke, disgustingly.

"Yeah…you're gonna regret saying that" Diego spoke standing beside me, as I held my hands behind my back, glowing red.