Extraordinary Shock

Jason keeps his eyes on Gunner's screen, determined not to give away the fact that he was conversing with Katie. Gunner was quite good, however, at being able to read both Jason and Katie when they were communicating.

Dinner sounds fantastic - go enjoy your dad for lunch.
Jason wraps his statement in the same emotions he would have if he were giving Katie a hug and a kiss - just an invisible touch of love that only they knew about.
I'm swamped here today so we'll hook up somehow when the day is over.


Jeff grins and shrugs, giving Katie's hand a squeeze. "Okay... I don't mind staying at the house if you don't." He quirks an eyebrow. "'Cept you don't know who I'm with. Maybe I brought some crazed neighbor or something."

Still smiling, he chuckles, unable to keep a straight face with her. "Naw, it's just Trent. He came to see Thirteen. If it goes well, I'm sure he'll be glad to stay there too, but I don't want to pressure him if he's uncomfortable. We can tackle that tonight though."

Heading out with Katie a few minutes later, they pass by Gunner's cubicle where Jeff and Jason exchange a quick hello and handshake.

"Take care of her," Jason warns teasingly.

"I could say the same thing to you," Jeff retorts, his eyes twinkling with humor.

"I suppose you do have first rights."

"You better believe it."

Jason grins and tosses Katie a wink. "Go have fun. I'll see you later."

A yank on his sleeve forces him to spin back around to the work at hand and Gunner leans back to give a little wave of his own.

"Tata. Good to see you, Jeff. Katie, get out of here before the boss keeps you here, and before you distract Hotshot any more than you already have."

Jason gives him a thump on the head and smirks, returning to the computer screen.

Jeff laughs and slings an arm around Katie's shoulder. "I think we better leave before I cause any more commotion."


Thirteen's enthusiastic greeting catches Trent off guard just a little and his hug is an awkward one, though he does return the gesture. Being pulled into the house and towards the living room though, he throws a glance over his shoulder to Ryder, his eyes slightly wide as if asking for help.

Ryder just grins though - Trent was on his own for this one. He shakes his head and shuts the door then hobbles into the living room at a slower pace.

Trent sits down on the edge of the couch, seeming for a moment to be not even sure how to answer Thirteen. "Um... fine and... good... I think." A little smile finally breaks through as he feels just a tad silly. He really did feel quite awkward.

"I... just, um... thought I would visit." He nods. "To... see if I could help out since Ryder was laid up and... and to see you."

Ryder eases down in a chair and holds in his smile. It must have taken an awful lot just for Trent to get himself over here and he was glad to see it. Thirteen needed that contact with her father and finally she would be able to gain some of it.


Reese nods, still pondering as he picks up the phone. "Jason..." He shakes his head at the silent response, then remembers the task he'd given Jason while sending Con to be with Destiny today instead. He dials Gunner's desk phone this time. "Gunner, is Hotshot still with you?"

Gunner quirks an eyebrow and looks up at Jason. "Yeah, he's here."

"Good. Jason?"

"Yeah?" Jason responds.

"Would you and Katie come to my office, please?

"I can, but Katie's been at lunch for about half an hour."

"Oh..." Reese looks at Rick and Misty. He really didn't want to wait. He hoped Jason would be fine, but if not, at least Katie wasn't far. "Alright, well then would you please come?"

"Can I finish this up with Gunner first?"

"No, I'd like to talk to you now."

Jason gets an odd feeling at Reese's tone, and knows better than to argue. "Alright. Coming." Leaving Gunner where he's at, Jason heads to Reese's office, surprised to find Rick and Misty there as well. There was a strange tension in the air that he didn't like. Automatically turning off any audio connection so as not to bother Katie, he looks around the office with question. "Was it something I did?"

Reese smiles a little and shakes his head. "No, you're fine. Grab an extra chair."

Taking a third seat, Jason does as he's told, still uneasy about whatever this was. Rick's face gave away nothing, and neither did Misty's, though he gives her an curious look.

"Jason..." Reese looks at the papers on his desk, pausing, then shaking his head. He didn't know how to say it. "Are you aware of your siblings?"

Jason frowns, not understanding. "Well... if you mean Derek's kids, yeah. I got a half brother and sister. Why? What's wrong?"

Reese purses his lips, glancing to Misty as if hoping by some miracle she might telepathically give him something intelligent to say. "We have... found some evidence that... suggests..." He pauses again.

Jason sighs. "Spit it out, Reese. What's the problem? Is somebody dead or what?"

"No, no... they're quite alive. The thing is, that we didn't know they existed until now."

Jason sits back, still confused. "Who's 'we' and who are you talking about?"

"'We' as in Rick, Misty and I. They're actually the ones that made the discovery through multiple blood and DNA tests."

"And... you discovered I'm an alien?" Jason holds up his hands. "If I'm supposed to be catching a hint here, I'm not. What does my family have to do with anything and whose blood were you testing?"

Rick exchanges a glance with Misty then finally intervenes. "Yours and Trey Conwell's."

Jason frowns. "I... don't follow. Trey - that guy from Mexico that we're keeping from the mob?"

"Enemy drug dealers of his parents," Rick corrects. "And yes, that Trey. I discovered some interesting markers in his blood so I had it tested and compared."

"Compared with..." Jason fishes for the answer. "...mine?"

"Yes."

He swallows hard and a chill runs down his spine. This was just getting a little creepy. "And... he has an anomaly in his blood too?"

"Actually no, he's quite normal. He apparently didn't inherit that certain strand that you did that enables you to have, shall we say, certain skills."

"Wait..." Jason leans forward a little. "He didn't, but I did. You make it sound like we had the same origin."

Silence.

Jason's pulse picks up as he stares at all three pairs of eyes. What was going through his mind was completely absurd, he knew it. But what else were they getting at? "Would someone please tell me what's going on before I come up with the wrong conclusion?"

Reese clears his throat. "Jase, why don't you have a look at these?" He hands over the test results.

Jason takes them and looks at the columns but really doesn't understand what he's looking at. "I don't... this is all Greek to me."

Rick stands and goes to him, looking over his shoulder to point out things on the page. "See this here... that indicates patterns and the breakdown of your DNA."

"That's me?"

"Right. And over here, this is the DNA from the other blood - Trey's blood."

"So they're very similar. So what?" Jason looks up at Rick, not liking the solemn stare he receives. A short laugh comes out. "You're not telling me that Trey and I are related, are you? Some cocky drug dealer's son from Mexico?"

"Actually..." Rick hesitates.

Jason feels the chill again. When he speaks, his voice has suddenly grown very quiet, almost whispered. "You can't expect me to believe that I have a full-blooded brother. It's impossible."

Reese again looks to both Rick and Misty. "Twin... brother... actually."

"That's absurd." Jason stands up, his tone now irritated as he tosses the papers back onto Reese's desk. "Just the fact that you would imply my mother's been lying to me all these years is an insult."

"We're not implying that at all," Reese counters quickly. "We believe it was an Agency adoption scam. While you were left to be taken care of by your mother, Trey was given up for adoption."

Jason's anger starts to backbuild and he closes his fist. "And what? My mother was clueless that she gave birth to twins? Are you nuts?"

"She was out," Rick explains. "You know the story."

"So you really are telling me that out of the blue, you've discovered I have a twin brother and it's Trey."

"Yes."

Jason didn't know whether to laugh or throw up, but it seemed all sensations collide inside of him. This wasn't just some simple information that he could process and get over quickly. This was a life-changing discovery and one that he was pretty sure he disliked. "And my mother has no idea."

"That's what we have concluded," Reese answers. "We doubt anyone knows except the Agency."

"Why?" Jason stubbornly tries to discredit their theories. "Why would the Agency do that? There's no point."

"Is there ever, with them? They've done more random things than this, Jason. You know that with Derek and Austin both, you had a connection to the Agency before you were even born. And I'm sorry, but these DNA test results are as close to conclusive as you'll ever get."

Jason had a brother. A twin brother. A full-blooded twin brother. A brother that even his mother knew nothing about. A brother that was here now, right here at TJY. The emotions that poured into his veins were confusing and muddled. He was angry and didn't even know why. He was confused. Frustrated. Sad without understanding why. Irritated that he couldn't instead feel apathy. He was worried about his mother, concerned what all of this meant, and nervous about seeing Trey now. For anyone else, it would have simply been summed up as shock. For Jason, it was a debilitating onslaught of powerful emotions.

His knees buckle and he reaches out to the desk to lean on, closing his eyes and fighting this unfamiliar mixture.

Rick takes hold of him to steady him and glances at Misty. "Go to the infirmary," he instructs. "Prep the antidote just in case we need it. I'll be right there."

Jason takes in a deep breath and tries to relax, but it isn't easy. He could control his reaction to his emotions just like anybody - he didn't have to scream and yell if he was angry. But he couldn't control what the rampant emotions did to his body. Shutting his eyes tighter, he feels the searing pain in his skull and starts to sink towards Rick. Opening his palm, things on Reese's desk start to rattle.

Rick quickly takes his hand and closes it into a fist again, holding it shut. "Come on, Jase... come with me... please."

"I'm fine," Jason argues. "Just give me a minute." Why couldn't he just be normal? He couldn't even try to work through any of this new information yet because he had to worry about not breaking anything or hurting anyone. Unfortunately, that only added frustration and fuel to the fire. "Oh, dang..."

"What?"

"Katie."

"She'll be fine. Please, Jason... come with me."

Jason finally moves, a wave of dizziness causing him to stumble. "Why can't I just faint like a normal person?"

Rick allows himself to chuckle as he helps his young friend to the infirmary. "Because you're too big for us to have to carry?"

The humor helps a little, but Jason has a hard time containing everything as they pass by other people and desks. So afraid he would hurt something, his hands are tightly clenched, his body straining against the stress. "I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"It's okay, we're right here. Just hang-"

Too late. Jason doubles over in the hall as his body convulses.

Rick quickens his pace, having to force Jason the rest of the way to the infirmary. "Misty, get that antidote," he orders. "Make it a quarter dose - enough to take off the edge but not harm Katie."

"Katie," Jason mumbles as he rolls onto the bed. He thought maybe she was trying to talk to him, but the swirling emotions were creating a dense wall. Pain surges through his body like a fire, and his eyes start to roll back in his head.

"No, Jason, stick with us," Rick prompts sternly. "You're okay." He helps prep Jason's arm for Misty to administer the shot. "Well, now we know what a shock does," he concludes only loud enough for her to hear. "Good thing they don't come too often."

Jason manages to stay conscious and partly alert but unable to respond to anything very well. He feels the prick to his arm and a strange sort of fuzzy sensation spread through his veins. "Terrific," he mumbles. "Now there's embarrassment thrown in the mix."

Rick grins and pats his shoulder. "Be glad you didn't faint."

"Nah... puking in the hall is as far as I go." Jason waves his hand but as he does, the light above them sparks and pops as it burns out.

"Whoa, easy." Rick forces him down again. "Just lie here steady." He looks to Misty again. "If Katie isn't disabled herself, I know she's coming, but call her anyway, will you?"


Seeing Trey, Ariel grins and stands up, waiting for him to approach. His comment makes her laugh and she shakes her head. "Nah... I haven't screamed loud enough for anyone to want to rescue me."

Coming alongside him, she hooks her arm into his and heads to the restaurant door. "I'm doing fine, thanks. Hungry, but without work I got to sleep late so I feel less dead today than most days."

Grinning, she opens the door and steps in and off to one side to look over the menu above the counter. "If you want, we can order and I can drive us down to the park to eat since it's nice out today."


Dylan gives Dan a dry look at the invitation to help groom the horse. "You kidding?" He shakes his head. "The only reason I'm in this barn is because I have to be. I wouldn't complain if the world was void of these ornery beasts." Giving a short wave, he turns to get back to work. "I'll talk to ya later."

When he rounds the corner though, he throws one last glance over his shoulder at Comet before focusing on returning to the stall that needs to be cleaned...

The sun was hiding below the horizon. A glow was spread over the ranch as people began to disperse after the evening meal. All would seem normal, if it were not for those who were still absent, creating an odd atmosphere. Dylan had accepted his usual routine, feeling even more out of place, not understanding where his dad had gone, or where he even fit now. Not wanting to bother Rosetta, he ate alone and spent the evening alone like normal, going to his bunkhouse for the night where the television kept him company.

...Sparky rides slowly up to the barn and dismounts wearily. It looked like chores were finished, and he was glad. He couldn't handle all-day rides like he used to. Walking tiredly into the barn, he leads Cinder, who also seems worn out from the day. He crossties her in the aisle and untacks and rubs her down while she stands willingly, enjoying the extra little pampering he gave her before returning her to her stall.

Once he's finished, Sparky puts everything away and heads outside again. His stomach ached, reminding him that he hadn't eaten all day. There were those who were probably worried as well... out on the trail, his cell phone didn't get any service, so Faith and Rosetta were most likely worried at this point. Though he wanted to go find Faith immediately, he knows he needs to go to Rosetta first, so he aims for the main house.

Reaching the porch, he knocks and waits for Rosetta to come. Offering her a tired sort of smile, he nods. "Hi." Coming inside, he remains on his feet, knowing he won't stay long, and he glances around to make sure that BJ is out of earshot for now. "I've been riding all day. Mick's still out there, but as far as I know, he's not gonna do anything stupid. He told me what happened and he blames himself. He thinks it was the Agency with another jab to him and our families - just another game for the lab rats. So I guess he figures if he wouldn't have started a family in the first place it wouldn't happened, or if he would have been there to protect his kids, it could have been prevented."

Sparky sighs, tired inside and out. "I spent a little time with him, but mostly kept my distance while he ran Remington through the mill. He's been riding hard just to let off his steam so he doesn't go blow somebody's head off. I finally had to leave him be - he's still on the trail but I think he's on his way back. He just needed to clear his head I think."

It wasn't too unusual... Mick had always preferred to go spend time alone and work off his stress rather than involve those around him. He often chose the route of working through what was going on inside of him instead of just sitting and talking about it first.

Sparky shifts his weight a little, trying to give Rosetta an encouraging look. "He'll be ok. If he's not back in a while, let me know and I can go back out, but-" Movement through the window catches his eye and he squints to see in the dark. "Never mind. There he is. I'm gonna go grab something to eat and let you handle him." He offers her a last smile and a little pat on the shoulder. He knew it was hard for her when Mick would go off alone like that, but he also knew she was strong and they would be fine.

Once he's left, he heads to the dining hall where there are only a few lights on still. Trudging up the porch steps, he felt sore and stiff, his fingers cold from having not worn gloves, not knowing he'd be out until after dark when the cold settled in. Slipping inside, he glances around, letting his eyes adjust and figuring out who was still up.


Mick slides his saddle off Remington's back and sets it on the floor for the time being. Remington's head hangs, worn out from such a long, hard ride - completely opposite behavior of what the fiery gelding usually had. Mick had pushed him, riding much harder and much farther than Sparky had with Cinder.

Finding a clean towel, Mick rubs down Remington, taking his time. He himself was totally exhausted, emotionally and physically. But his head felt clearer now, he'd needed the stress relief, and now he had a plan in mind.

Returning his saddle and bridle to the tackroom, he limps, his knee having taken a beating today. Getting back to Remington, he continues to rub him down and offer him a little bit of water, making sure that he was completely cooled down and relaxed before going to his stall where hay and grain were waiting.

Stay

Giving another smile at Justin Beth thinks for a moment, the ringing of the cell phone giving her a little extra time to think about the best time for dinner. She didn't have to work tomorrow so that would not be a problem but if she was going to make some sauce by hand it would take all day.

"Hows does five sounds? If you want to bring a movie with you, you can."

Holding her smile still Beth though five was when most normal people did eat so it sounded good to her. Asking Justin to bring a movie kind of made it not seem like a date at lease to hear and the last thing she wanted to do was give Justin any wrong idea.

Turning her head for a moment to where she could feel Jason's emotions coming from Katie gives a smile and lets some warm emotions go his way. Seeing her dad had gotten her so excited she didn't even think about the shock she probably gave to Jason.

Sorry Babe, I didn't even think about it. Everything ok, Dad just surprised me. You don't mind if I do lunch with him today do you? I know we were gonna go out and all. Maybe we all can do dinner?

Turning back to look at her Dad Katie's smile was still so big her eyes twinkling in the light of the room. She loved that he has surprised her, and the warmth that filled her just felt so nice.

"Like I am going to let you guys pay to stay somewhere. Why don't you stay with Ryder, Thirteen, and myself. I have an extra room still downstairs with a bed in it along with a roll out cot. Its a win win for all of us really. That is if you guys would be ok with that."

Katie lets her hands slide down to Jeff's hands as she lets her fingers lock with his. She was waiting to make sure Jason was ok with her going to dinner. She didn't think he would mind but she wanted to make sure.

"I missed you so much, thank you for the surprise it was really really nice."

Looking up at Ryder as she hears his voice Thirteen couldn't help but smile. She'd been giving his space, but trying to help him as much as she could at the same time. She felt bad he still wasn't at his best and she hated seeing him in pain though it did make her feel good being able to take care of him for once and not the other way around.

"Hey Babe. I was wondering when I'd see you. You should have called I would of..."

Being cut off by the door bell Thirteen sits up a little straighter on the couch. It was unusual for people to knock on the door specially this time of the day. Just waiting Thirteen trys to listen but can't hear anything but Ryder talking. His tone sounded calm, so everything must be ok.

Turning back to look at the TV again Thirteen starts up the move once more but stops as she hears Ryder call to her. There was someone at the door? For her? Who would be coming to see her?

Standing slowly Thirteen comes into the other room cautiously. She new Ryder would never let anyone hurt her but still she was a little leery. Coming into the other room and looking twords the door. Seeing Trent standing there Thirteen was a bit surprised but soon the surprise turns into a large smile on her face as she comes over to the door and brings her arms around his neck and gives him a hug.

"Dad...it's good to see you. I didn't even know you were going to be in the area."

Letting go and bringing her hand down to his Thirteen locks her fingers with his and tugs a little bit to bring him inside. Bringing him to the living room Thirteen sits down on the couch with her eyes just twinkling.

"So, how have you been? How is everyone?"

Following Rick into Reese office Misty was happy they got to talk to him now before this could sit on everyone minds even longer. It was already bothering Misty a lot not being able to tell anyone.

Getting into the office and sitting down in one of the chairs. Just listing to Rick explain everything to Reese she was happy he was doing that because she had a hard enough time trying to explain it to Rick. But putting in a little here and there she did get a few thoughts in.

Once the conversation comes to a close Misty gives a nod of her head. She agreed that if anyone found out about this she would want it to be from there mouths.

"Yes, I'll stay but I also suggest if we are going to tell Jason we might want to keep Katie close just in case we need her."

Pulling up to the Chinese place and seeing Ariel waiting outside Trey gives a smile. Looking to Pete he was thankful his friend said he would drive him because he wasn't busy. It hadn't even been as hard as he though to convince him either.

"Thank for driving me man. You don't have to worry about picking me back up. I'll find a way home."

Giving his friend a nod he opens the door and gets out. Walking around the the car and sticking his hands in his pockets walking over to Ariel. His jeans a little on the baggy side, and his button up shirt nicely tucked in.

"Hey, Sorry I'm late. I had to make sure no one was around to try and knock my lights out."

Trey can't help the smile that slipped across his lip his eyes dancing with mischief. He was only joking around the hole ordeal last night was almost forgotten but he couldn't let Ariel off thats easy.

"How are you doing today?"

Hearing Dylan's voice Dan looks up from his work and gives a smile to his young friend. Dylan had been doing rather good here, and had been opening up little but little even if it was just to himself and Sapphire it was a start.

"Hey there Dylan."

Seeing his friend had something more to say Dan starts brushing the horse again but keeps his attchen to Dylan again. Hearing he had told his dad about everything Dan smiles a little and stops his work again giving a nod to Dylan.

"I am proud of you Dylan and your welcome. Thats what friends are for right? If you ever need anything all you have to do is ask. Want to help be finish brushing Commit?"

Surprise Visitor

"Okay." Justin grins as he nods, relaxing even if he'd just done what he'd planned not to. "Sounds good to me."

Sighing a little, he thinks for a moment. "I probably won't be here tomorrow. Looks like Scott's decision about me was permanent. So unless that changes, I suppose I could be using the two hours' worth of gas money for something else."

His cell phone rings, interrupting them and he rolls his eyes. "I meant to shut that off." Taking it form his pocket, he glances at the number. It was his mother. "And it looks like I'll have some errands to run after this," he comments, amused, though he lets it go to his voice mail. Glancing to Beth again, he studies her for a moment, wondering what was behind that stare of hers. There was a lot to decipher but there was finally a glimmer of light. "What time you want me at your place tomorrow night?"


"...then if you put that over there..." Jason leans over Gunner's shoulder, pointing at the computer screen as he helps him sort through some case information. "Yeah, like that."

"Got it." Gunner studies the the screen, glad for Jason's help on this one.

Jason nods. "That should do it, I-" Dropping off his sentence and standing up straight with a little jump, his eyes widen as if he'd just received a static shock. "What the..." Poking his head out of the cubicle and staring down the walkway, he sees Katie and who appeared to be... Jeff? He smirks.

A little warning?
He was amused, but definitely hadn't been prepared for the sudden blip in their emotions caused by Katie's reaction. He still wasn't completely used to feeling her sudden jolts as their connection evolved and grew stronger.
I don't mean to interrupt, but you realize you just about gave me a heart attack.

Gunner whacks his arm. "Jase, I'm talking to you - what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Jason turns back to the computer.

"Uh-huh." Gunner eyes him suspiciously. "One of these days you two are gonna get yourself in trouble for carrying on when you're supposed to be working."

Jason laughs and shoves Gunner's chair back in front of the computer. "You're too smart for your own good."


Such an enthusiastic welcome makes Jeff laugh and he pulls Katie into a tight bear hug. "Mmm, it's good to see you, kiddo." Pulling her away at arm's length, he still smiles as he nods. "Yeah, I'll probably be here for a few days. Someone else was coming up this way so... I decided to hop a ride." He tosses her a wink. "Not sure where we're staying yet - that all depends. But, yes, I'm hoping to stick around for a bit this week."

He glances at his watch. "It's a little early, but if you want to or can take lunch now, I'm game. Give us some time to catch up and I can explain better why I'm here...?"


Ryder pulls on his jeans and loses his balance, banging into the wall. Putting his foot down too hard, pain shoots through his leg and he bites his tongue from swearing. He could have stayed in his sweats, he could have taken it slower, he could have even asked for help - but he was sick and tired of not being able to get around like he wanted to.

Huffing a sigh, he finally is able to at least button his jeans and throw on a clean t-shirt. Grabbing his crutches, he hobbles down the hallway to the stairs and groans. He'd spent most nights on the couch downstairs lately, so Thirteen could help him out and since Katie didn't mind. But last night he'd opted to get back up to his own space at the cost of going up and down the stairs.

Looking at his crutches then back at the stairs, he grimaces. Taking both crutches in one hand and not using them, he leans on the railing and hobbles his way downstairs, ignoring the pain it caused. Reaching the bottom, he returns the crutches to both arms and heads to the living room. He'd slept later than planned and it took him forever to shower and dress so he hadn't even seen Thirteen yet. Finding her on the couch, he comes up behind her to stare over her shoulder. He knew he'd been a bear lately but it was just so hard for him to be laid up. "Morning, sunshine." Maybe he could make it up to her by doing something special today. "Do you-" His words are cut off by the sound of the doorbell. Odd. "I'll get it since I'm up," he offers, leaving the conversation unfinished. He'd rather move around a little more before settling down with his foot up... again.

Reaching the door, he opens it and his eyes widen in surprise.

Trent stands awkwardly on the porch, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Hi, Ryder." He musters up a smile. "Hope It's not a bad time, I..." He swallows hard. "Um..."

Ryder nods knowingly. "Good to see you, too. I hope this is a friendly visit."

"Yeah." Trent answers quickly, not wanting Ryder to think he was there to start trouble or to reject anybody. "Yeah, it is."

"Good. You're gonna make somebody's day." Turning, Ryder calls over his shoulder. "Thirteen... someone here to see you."


Rick takes a deep breath and nods, agreeing with Misty. "I feel badly for all of them if no one knew, but I feel badly for the rest of us if Jason doesn't take this well." He quirks an eyebrow at the thought of being blown to smithereens. "Come on... let's go to Reese now before this has time to fester or leak for that matter."

Within minutes, Reese has allowed both Rick and Misty into his office behind closed the closed door. Being presented with the DNA workup, his face is wrought with shock. "This is impossible."

"That's what we thought too but..." Rick shakes his head. "Misty's gone over it and double-checked and... there's no way around it. Jason and Trey are twins."

Reese tries to wrap his brain around that conclusion, but it's difficult. "Why... did you check in the first place?"

Rick shrugs lamely. "I stumbled across some similarities by accident, then after I thought about it and drew a few of my own conclusions... I thought it was worth the time to at least run the tests - it wouldn't hurt anything, and it was supposed to clear my mind. Unfortunately... now it's a mess."

"Dang right." Reese looks at both of them. "Back when Austin first found Jason when he rescued him from that deranged abductor, Alex, the story of Cindy and her situation was brought to TJY's attention. Austin wanted Jason here, but TJY needed full backgrounds on the family and Cindy was even brought in for a screening - I was the one to screen her. It always stuck in my mind because she was so innocent and so grateful for everything Austin had done and that her son had been found. She told about how she'd gotten pregnant in high school, left home, then had Jason alone at the hospital." He pauses, his tone remaining serious. "I remember as clear as day how she told me it was a difficult birth and how they had to put her out and perform an emergency c-section." He searches Misty and Rick's eyes. "When she woke up, Jason was by her side. End of story."

Rick gives Misty a sidelong glance. "Which means... there was time unaccounted for... which means... it is possible."

Reese grits his teeth. "I know Cindy and I know that not only would she not want to lie, but even if she did, she wouldn't be good enough to hide it if she'd had a second son. I don't care if she'd had to give him up or she was ashamed of who knows what - she wouldn't have lied."

"Which means... she doesn't know about Trey."

"Which means this is an incredibly sensitive situation." Reese purses his lips in thought. "I don't know much about Trey. As far as I know, he has no connection to the Agency now - though this is beginning to look like another Agency abduction/adoption racket scheme. I think he's been involved in stuff not so great, with his folks in drug dealing, but overall, I don't believe he's a threat. Pete doesn't think so either. He thinks Trey's just a bit misguided is all. How Trey would react to finding out he had a brother is anyone's guess. I imagine this will be very upsetting to Cindy. Derek? From his reaction to meeting Jason, I'm convinced even he doesn't know about this. My guess is that he'll be shocked but be okay. And Jason..." He shrugs. "I think he'll be bothered more for his mother's sake than his own, but it's gonna be tough."

Rick fiddles with some papers in his hand as he sits next to Misty. "Why do I feel like we should tell Jason first?"

"I don't know, but I have the same feeling. Maybe because then he can be the one to tell Cindy if he wants - at least that would give him the option if he feels that would be best."

"And Trey?"

"We'll have to take this one person at a time."

Rick glances to Misty again uneasily then back to Reese. "Who... should tell Jason?"

Reese thinks for several long moments before nodding. "We should. Right now."

"Don't you think we should-"

"If we wait, there is risk of a leak and we can't let that happen - not before the family knows." Reese looks to Misty. "Would you stay also?"


Ariel was a little early, but she liked it that way. Sitting on the bench outside of Tou Han's, she watches the passerbys, not really focused on much. Last night had been fun... She had hung out with Trey a while longer at the party, then had confirmed plans to meet here for lunch today. He seemed nice... Ariel did find herself liking him a little more after the second party. He maybe wasn't what she'd been looking for but... at the very least, it seemed he could use a friend, and that she could definitely do. Anything else, she'd just have to wait and see. She had a faith in God... she didn't think Trey did. But he seemed the type that might just be searching for purpose, so maybe this was an opportunity for her to show him the Way. She wasn't willing to just walk away. Everybody needed a friend, and she'd been lacking in that department lately herself.

Keeping an eye on the street, she waits, unsure if Trey would be coming in Pete's car, if Pete would bring him, or if he would be walking.


Sparky pauses his work in the hayloft as his phone rings. Checking the number, he always answered if it was Rosetta, Mick or Faith. Seeing it was the office, he's quick to respond. Hearing Rosetta's request, Sparky was a bit concerned. Ever since Mick's last episode, Sparky and Rosetta had grown pretty close as brother and sister-in-law, but even so, having her ask him to watch out for Mick wasn't something that happened every day. But as such, Sparky knew to take it seriously. He wanted to know what it was about, but he holds off his questions for now, knowing she would explain to him sooner or later.

"You got it. I saw him a few minutes ago here in the barn so I'll check on him."

Ending the call, he stops what he's doing for now and heads down the ladder to see Mick saddling up the antsy gelding. Approaching with caution, he lays a hand on Remington's neck to try and settle him down. "Hey, Mick... heading out?"

Mick doesn't look up as he tightens the saddle's girth. "Mm-hmm."

"Care for any company? Cinder needs a good workout - mind if I tag along?"
Mick pauses his work and throws a look at his brother that was stone cold. Cold enough that it makes Sparky physically retreat several inches. "Um... or not."

Mick drops his gaze again and adjusts the stirrups. "If you want to come, that's fine. But I'm not on a pleasure ride."

Sparky could see that Mick was not going to wait for him so he immediately heads to the mare's stall. "Right behind you," he calls over his shoulder.

Five minutes later, Mick was trotting Remington away from the barn and towards the lane. And two minutes after, Sparky was heading out on the gray mare.


Dylan ambles into the barn through the back, planning to head back to the stalls that needed to be cleaned. Different day, same routine.

Partway there though, he spots Dan with one of the horses in the aisle. So changing his route, he approaches slowly, but keeps his distance. "Hey, Dan." He watches both his friend and the horse warily. "I, um..." He glances over his shoulder, thinking he'd heard someone, but wanting this to be a relatively private conversation. Finding they were still alone, he looks back to Dan again. "I just wanted you to know that I... finally told my dad about everything. So... thanks for... not spreading it around until I was ready."

First, Second, and Third

Continuing to walk with Ariel Trey was happy they would still be on for lunch. He needed a reason to get out of TJY and if Ariel was that reason well than so be it. Not to mention he did like hanging out with her for the two times he had before. She made good conversation when guys didn't think he was attacking her.

"I like Chinese and if you say its good than I might as well try it out. Its the only way to figure out what I think is good or not right? Meeting there at noon sounds good too."

Giving Ariel's hand a little squeeze a grin slips across his lips. On one hand it felt kind of strange holding her hand and not thinking anything more of it but at the same time there was a peace that was around her that Trey kind of liked a little.

Holding her smile a little longer than she normally did Beth continues to watch Justin as he thinks about her question. Hearing him say he had a date with his girlfriend her shoulders drop a little bit. She didn't want anything more than the dinner to be out of friendship and the strange feelings she had when she was around Justin she was able to keep away. She was taking steps, little steps and wanting anything more than a friendship right now was WAY to big of a step. Yet sensing he didn't want to even come over as friends hurt a little. But continuing to try and smile she nods.

"Oh yes, girlfriend always should come first."

Thinking of maybe something else to say as well Beth looks up again and gives a small smile. He did still want to come over and be friends with her. That made her feel good. He was the only friend she had.

"Tomorrow would work perfect. It would give me time to try making some home made sauce. It's my mom recipe I know you will like it."

Sitting across from Rick Misty was almost as dumb founded again as she had been the night she'd figured this all out. Still even now looking at everything all over again it was hard to believe it was true. That Trey and Jason were brothers let alone twins.

"I...I have no answers to any of those questions you just asked."

Looking up at him she shakes her head a little. She new what they had to do, and what needed to be done, and who needed to be told but what order and how to go about it she had no idea at all. She was at a loss almost as much as Rick was himself.

"Maybe we...should let Reese know first? Maybe he will know a better way to handle this. I would assume no one else would know or even made a connection. I new there was something about Trey that seemed failure, but I just passed it off now only seeing how much like Jason he is."

Standing Misty passes for a moment as she tried to collect her own thoughts. Moving in some way or another always seemed to help her, but today...it just didn't seem to help at all.

"I think this is a very sensitive situation and if we handle it wrong it could blow up. So yes I think Reese should be the next one to know."

Moving around the shop Chuck can't help the smile that was still spread across his face. Things felt good right now, he felt good right now. Maybe in a little while if Susanne didn't meet him for lunch that would change but something told him he just might.

Looking up as his niece enters he trys to straighten off the smile on his face as he looks down at some of the books. He'd tease him to no end if she saw him grinning like and idiot.

"Ana, do you mind watching the shop for me around one while I go out to lunch?"

Taking her jacket off and walking behind the counter Anastaisa hands it up on one of the hooks along with her purse. Pushing a peace of her hair behind her ear she looks at her Uncle. Something was different, and his face...it looked like he was trying to hide something.

"First Good Morning to you as well, Second do I really have a choose, and third does this mean your date went well last night?"

Still trying to hold the smile off Chuck can't and the grin slips on his lips as he continues to look down at his books. If there was one thing he couldn't do even if he tryed it was keep something from his niece. She was such an important part in his life to leave her out would just feel wrong.

"Sorry Good Morning, You do but than if I don't show up for lunch a woman will think I don't care, and its hard to tell. I'll let you know after lunch."

Giggling a little Anastasia comes over to her uncle and gives him an elbow. She'd tease him later for sure but right now she was just happy for him to do that. If anyone deserved to be happy it for sure was him.

"Yes I will, and I'm happy for you Uncle Chuck. Just because of strangers ok?"

Looking to his niece he gives a laugh as he puts an arm around her and pulls her into a hug with a kiss to the top of the head.

"I'm the one who tells you that you know."

Sitting at he desk and totally lost in though the voice from the other side of her cubicle makes Katie jump but recovering and knowing who's voice it belonged to Katie's head snaps to him. Seeing for sure it was her dad and not just imagining it from missing her family so much Katie jumps up from her chair sending it flipping over to the floor and not caring.

"DAD!"

Coming around to the other side of the cubicle Katie doesn't care who is looking and throws her arms around his neck in a big hug just holding on for a long moment. She had been missing her family for sure the last few week so seeing her dad here now, it was so great she couldn't help the few tears of joy that escaped her eyes.

"Oh dad....I've missed you so much. Yes I will spend time with you! Are you only sticking around for a little bit or do you have time I can do stuff with you?"

Very proud of Dylan for opening up to Misty Rosetta stayed quiet as she just listened again and watching Mick and Dylan both reading them. For both of them to be nervous and calm at the same time she was proud they kept there cool.

Once the conversation was done and Mick had left Rosetta had caught the look in his eye. She new what it meant, and her heart did go out to him as a little pray was on her mind that God would give him peace.

Hearing Dylan's question Rosetta slips off the desk and goes over to her step son. Placing each hand on his shoulder so he would turn to look at her. Giving a small shake of her head.

"No Dylan, you haven't done anything wrong and your dad is not disappointed in you. If anything he is disappointed in himself and thinks this is his fault. It's nothing for you to worry about though and everything will be ok now. You did a great job and Mick and I are both proud of you."

Giving a little smile and taking a few steps back Rosetta just studys Dylan for a long moment and its brings another smile to her face. He looked so much like Mick when he was younger it brought back good memories.

"Why don't you go get the rest of your work done, and maybe tonight we can all have dinner as a family."

Once Dylan was gone Rosetta lets out a long sigh and heads back around to her desk sitting down. Today was a new step for Dylan but at the same time she couldn't help but worry a little about Mick too.

Taking her phone and dialing Sparky's cell he kept on him for work she waits till hearing his voice on the other end.

"Sparky, I know you busy but I need you to do a favor for me."

Rosetta trusted Mick with all her hear but sometimes, anger, frustration and the want to hurt those who have hurt the people closest to use could kick in and block everything else out. For that she just wanted to make sure her husband was safe.

"I want you to watch Mick and make sure he's ok. I'll explain more to you later, just right now...make sure he's not going to do anything stupid for me, please?"

Rosetta would go herself, not to long ago she would of jumped at going. But things where a little different now and she had a family she had to take care of. BJ, Dylan, Jade...they were her family and she looked after them. Her place was here unless she really needed to go. If Sparky wouldnt than she would ask Becky to watch BJ and she would go.

The Unexpected

"Of course we're still on for lunch tomorrow." Ariel grins. She didn't know if Trey could kick Tom and Pete's butts or not, but she didn't want to find out. Swinging his hand a little, she looks out at the water as they walk through the sand. "How about... Tou Han's? It's a little Chinese place - a hole in the wall but great food. We can meet there at noon if you want."


Taking note that Beth seemed happier today and looked better, Justin was pleased. Someone else might not notice, but he did see a change, and it was for the better. He was proud of her for her steps forward and knew that if she just kept going, in no time, she'd be on her own two feet again with no reason to hold herself back anymore.

Smiling as she sits down, he quirks an eyebrow at her invitation. He'd thought perhaps they might grab coffee or something again but... to go over to her house again? Apparently she felt the need to mention just friendship but...

Justin feels that odd little twist in his gut again that he hates. Was it really proper for him to go over to her place now? To be alone with her? He knew good and well it would be innocent but how did that look, now that he was officially dating Rebecca? She'd understand, but why even risk that conflict? He'd been raised to take things like this seriously and to not get into positions where there could be doubt - it just wasn't worth any conflicts that could arise, innocent or not. Above reproach - that's what his father had always said. Surely there was a solution here somewhere though.

Glancing down, he tries to think fast before looking up to Beth again and smiling. "You know I have an awfully hard time resisting your cherry pie." That much was the truth - even he couldn't deny that he liked her cooking. He still needed to say no, though. Maybe they could meet somewhere public. The park, perhaps? Or the coffee shop? She could always share the dessert if she wanted to, since it made her feel good. There had to be clear lines drawn between them... he was helping her out, but that's where it had to stop. He was her friend, but there were just ways they shouldn't interact.

"I... have a date with my girlfriend tonight," he explains apologetically. It was the nicest way he could think of to inform her that he did have a girlfriend, and she was smart enough to figure out the rest. His one mistake though, was looking into those eyes... those eyes that knew just how to tug on his heartstrings. He'd finally formed some kind of relationship with Beth and now he was already pulling away. What if it backfired? What if she was hurt and would think he didn't care? He didn't want to do that to her... and those soft, asking, innocent eyes... "But... I'm free tomorrow night," he ends lamely, already kicking himself on the inside.


"Ohhh... crap." That's the only word that came to mind as Rick sinks down in the desk chair inside the infirmary. Staring at the paperwork from Misty, his eyes were wide and he shakes his head slowly. Glancing up at her, it takes him several moments to even speak. "I know you told me all this on the phone but... seeing it now, it's... it can't be right."

But he knew it was. He knew the data wasn't a lie. Studying it for a few more moments, he shakes his head. "I don't even know where to start with this. Who do I tell first? Reese? Jason? What about Cindy? Does she even know, or is she the best actress I've ever seen? And what about Derek? And then Trey? I just..."

Putting a hand to his head, he stops, feeling completely baffled. "Misty, what do we do?"


Seeing the man come with flowers, Susanne's eyebrows rise. This was unusual, to say the least. Ready to point him to whoever he was trying to find, she was dumbfounded when he said the bouquet was for her. "Are... are you sure?" She blinks and accepts the flowers, wondering where on earth they'd come from. "Um... thank you," she responds lamely.

Sinking back in her chair as she's left alone again, she takes a deep breath of the flowers' sweet scent before finding the little card. Were these from one of her friends? A sales gimmick? A mistake? Flipping open the card and seeing the words, her heart stops. Immediately, she can hear Frank Sinatra in her mind, and she melts just a little. Then reading Chuck's own words, she stops, blinks, rereads, then rereads again. Surely not. Surely this was some horrid joke.

Tears spring into her eyes and she smells of the flowers again. She'd never received flowers from anyone before - ever. And she'd made such a fool out of herself yesterday. To think that after all that, Chuck had done this for her... Even though she fought it, the warmth of feeling special seeps into her veins. She still couldn't believe that he cared that much but it felt so good... maybe pretending for a little while longer wasn't so bad.

Sniffing and wiping her eyes, she smiles and goes to find a vase.


A slender shadow creeps across the TJY floor in front of the visitor who walks slowly, glancing around at all of the cubicles. Knowing his way though, he turns at the right corners to make it to Katie's spot. Coming up alongside the cubicle wall, he leans on it with a warm smile and just watches Katie for a few moments. He stuck out just a little bit in his blue jeans, cowboy boots and denim jacket - but not enough to draw too much attention. His eyes were tired - signs of a weary body, but he still held a spark of life.

"You probably have a hot lunch date with your boyfriend, but what do you say about dumping him for an hour or two to spend time with your old man?" Jeff's grin spreads, knowing that there had been no warning for him showing up here today.


Looking left down the hallway, then right and seeing no one, Alec picks the lock on the apartment door and quietly lets himself in. He'd only been in here once before, and it looked pretty much the same now. Glancing around, he notes the sketches pinned to the wall in the corner of the living room, along with a stack of more sketches on the little kitchen table. He had to admit that everything seemed rather tidy - apparently Gage hadn't lost his habit of keeping everything straight and balanced. How he'd retained that in the Agency, Alec didn't know, but then, Gage always was a bit of an odd duck.

Wandering over to one of the stacks of paper, he sifts through it casually until finding sketch Gage had done of Sapphire. Even Alec was impressed. For someone without any background in art, the drawing was very, very good. It didn't take a genius to see that it was Sapphire, and Gage's self-taught skill drew in anyone, through the eyes of the sketch.

Alec sets it the page aside and continues to sift, finding a charcoal sketch of what looked like an alleyway with a little boy and a puppy. It was a crude representation, but one could easily identify the reason of the drawing - even though the boy and dog were dirty and raggedy, they were happy, content in their own world, even if they had nothing but each other. Alec wondered if somewhere Gage felt like that little boy. He sets that sketch aside too. Eventually, he lands on a sketch of a rosebud. Gage had used regular pencils and apparently one red colored pencil, depicting the most delicate details of the petal, while maintaining the crudity of the handmade picture. It was a picture worthy of a frame, Alec thought, but Gage probably didn't have any extra money to take care of his artwork.

Gathering the three drawings, Alec makes sure the stack is put back nice and neatly before leaving. Locking the door behind him, he rolls up the papers as he walks, securing them with a rubber band. Misty's words echo in his mind. "Deep down, I know you're not a bad guy..." Maybe today he could prove that statement right for once.

Getting outside to his motorcycle, he tucks in his work shirt and zips up his jacket before donning his helmet. First day on the job and he was ready for some new scenery. At the very least, driving around town should cure him of his boredom and he already knew what he'd be doing over his lunch break. He hadn't wanted to turn down Ryan but he'd sweet talked her into dinner instead...

...Alec stops at the bottom of the wide stairway and looks up to the glass front of the building. It was a bigger place than he'd thought with more people milling around than he'd imagined. It had taken him longer to get here than planned so he was running a little short on time, but with the company pickup and his next destination in hand, he'd get back on schedule in no time - that is, if this went well.

He'd changed out of his courier uniform and was now in nice jeans, his nicest collared shirt and his hair was combed neatly. His motorcycle boots were cleaner than normal and his shave that morning had left him looking more clean-cut than normal. With his sleeves rolled up casually to his elbows, he takes a deep breath and ascends the stairs, the little roll of papers in his hand.

Getting inside, he finds the reception desk and flashes the secretary a smile. "Don't tell me they put the woman in charge right out here to greet people."

The young woman blushes and grins, shaking her head. "I'm afraid not. She keeps busy in her own office away from the bustle."

"Ah, I see." Alec leans on the counter, knowing just the right kind of smile to use. "I suppose I'm a bit of bustle, but I sure could use a meeting with her."

The secretary quirks an eyebrow. "Do you have an appointment?"

Alec chuckles. "Would I be flirting with you if I did?"

"I..." The woman blinks, not even sure how to respond to that one.

"Mm-mm." Alec bites his lower lip. "You know I would be. You're too attractive for any guy not to notice." He tosses her a wink. "I bet you're just as nice as you are pretty, too."

"Um..." The secretary clears her throat and flips through a notebook. "Professor Norton has a class in twenty minutes, but she's free until then. "Should I call her office for you?"

"Sure, but first..."
Not ten minutes later, Alec was knocking on an office door on the second floor. A female voice answers. "Come in."

He obeys slowly, politely, catching sight of the middle-aged, slender woman behind her desk. The office was nice - nicer than most offices Alec had been in. There were paintings on the walls and carpet on the floor that muffled his steps as he approached the desk. Leaning over it, he extends his hand. "Professor... my name is Alec Banks. Pleasure to meet you."

She smiles and returns the gesture but seems less than enthusiastic. "How can I help you, Mr. Banks?"

Alec takes a seat in an extra chair, maintaining his smooth charm. "I have a proposition for you."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I believe you have an opening for a janitor here at the school."

Norton settles back in her chair, puzzled but curious. "I don't know where you heard that. I'm sorry, but if you're looking for a job, then-"

"Actually, it's not for me." Alec leans forward. "I have a friend, you see, who would be thrilled to work in a place like this."

"Look, Mr. Banks, I'm sorry, but we're not hiring. And even if we were, don't you think we'd rather have you friend come for an interview instead of sending you?"

"He didn't send me - I came on his behalf on my own."

"We're not hiring at this time, I'm sorry."

"You're telling me that you couldn't use an extra janitor? After the last one quit two weeks ago?"

Norton's eyes narrow. "You've done your homework."

"It doesn't take much."

"You realize that you've gone around all the structure we have in place as far as hiring goes."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Why?"

"Isn't always better to go straight to the top?"

Norton sighs. "Your efforts are commendable, I'll give you that. But we're considering funneling our funds in a direction different than that of a new janitor."

"I... think we could work something out."

"Oh?"

"How does minimum wage sound to you?"

Norton almost scoffs. "No one would take a full time janitor position for minimum wage."

"My friend would."

"Why?"

"Because no one else will give him a chance. We all make mistakes, Professor. Some just have bigger consequences than others."

"Are you telling me that your friend has a record?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, but-"

"Hear me out." Alec holds up a hand. "Minimum wage and two classes a week."

"Excuse me?"

"You're an artist yourself, aren't you?"

The professor is slightly exasperated with talking in circles, but she nods. "The paintings in this office are my own."

"You must be very passionate about your work... Not only do you express your own art but you teach others to do the same."

"What is your point, Mr. Banks?"

Alec doesn't once let his eyes drop from hers. "What if you were to help an artist... a real artist with raw ability that just needs a bit of polish?"

"That's what this school is for. I don't understand where you're going with this."

Alec takes the small roll of pages and takes off the rubber band, spreading them on her desk. "Take a look at these."

Unable to help but be interested, she does and runs her fingers over the sketches. "I'm impressed. These are very good. But I'm afraid I still don't understand."

"My friend did these," Alec explains. "He has no schooling whatsoever. Granted, he's been in some trouble, but he's trying to turn his life around and no one will give him a chance. He can't even get a decent job. But you give him a job for whatever you can afford, throw in a few classes and you will have introduced the world to an artist who just needs to be seen. And when he flourishes at your hand, then is seen, your school will have claim to credit."

Norton studies Alec's eyes as the corners of her mouth start to twitch. A chuckle starts out quietly until she laughs outright, her eyes dancing. "How long did it take you to come up with this scheme?"

Alec grins and leans his elbows on her desk. "About half an hour."

"So you're asking me to give your friend a job and free classes so that when he becomes famous, our art school will gain popularity, is that it?"

Alec shrugs. "It's worth a shot, isn't it?"

"Mr. Banks, I have you know that I have never, in all my years here, heard such a preposterous suggestion." Her eyes twinkle. "But there's something I like about you - maybe it's because you actually had the nerve to walk in here with this kind of offer." She sighs and shakes her head. "You realize that the phrase "starving artist" is generally true, don't you?"

Alec nods, but holds his grin. "So if my friend doesn't become famous, then what are you out? A little bit of class time? Less money that you'd pay to another janitor eventually anyway? It's a win-win situation. Even you have to admit that."

Norton shakes her head again. "You really have guts, you know that?" Picking up a notepad and pen, she jots down a date and time. "I never give job interviews - never. However... if this friend of yours is serious about your scheme, have him come in and I'll talk to him personally. If I think he will adequately fill the janitorial position, I will offer him minimum wage and one art class a week. Is that fair?"

Alec's grin becomes a full smile. "Sounds fair to me."


Mick cocks his head, now even more curious as to what was going on. Dylan wanted to talk to him? That was new. He certainly wasn't going to say no. Though he was just a little leery, hearing it had something to do with school. Dylan hadn't played Rosetta, had he? She was too smart for that though.

Folding his arms and standing comfortably, he nods. "Alright... shoot."

Dylan swallows hard and looks to Rosetta for a moment. Then glancing at the chair and back to his father, he opts to remain standing. Maybe it was his flight instincts, but no matter, his dad was standing, so he would too. His fingers one one hand fiddle with the seam of his jeans pocket. "Um... I was just... just telling Rosetta why I'd rather do school here at... at the ranch."

Telling his dad just seemed a whole lot harder and Dylan's eyes fall to the floor. He'd been brave with Rosetta, but facing Mick was a whole other ball game. Mick was the alpha dog and Dylan was a pup begging for leniency.

"It has to do with what happened to me before," he finally starts to explain. "See, I had these friends and.."

Once more, the story comes out, retold the same as it had been told to Rosetta. Dylan knows that Rosetta knows all the details, so he doesn't leave any out, even the things that make his face turn red in front of his dad. His eyes remain glued to the floor though, his feet shifting uncomfortably. But while his sights are downcast, he misses the change in Mick's own eyes. He doesn't see the disbelief turn to belief, the judgment turn to compassion or the surprise turn to horror at the things being said. Mick never once looks away from his son, taking in every word and listening carefully, controlling his own emotions.

"So that's... that's it." Dylan shrugs and finally dares to glance at his dad, but only after looking at Rosetta again to make sure he'd done okay.

Mick swallows hard, his arms still folded. But his stance was no longer one of irritation nor his tone commanding. "I believe you, Dylan. We'll make arrangements to home school you for this year at least."

Dylan couldn't have been more relieved - or shocked, for that matter and he couldn't help it that his eyes widen. "Really?"

"Yeah."

Mick's voice is so quiet that it almost scares Dylan. "That.... that easy?" Dylan looks at Rosetta again to make sure he wasn't missing something.

"Yeah." Mick nods slowly. "I appreciate you telling me about all this, Dylan. Thank you." He thinks for a moment then proceeds with question. "You said you had no idea who was paying those guys, huh?"

"Not a clue." Dylan shakes his head. "Figured it was just somebody out for some kicks or something, but couldn't ever prove anything."

"Mm-hmm. Okay. Well, thank you. We'll work out the school details later and make sure we get it done right." He searches his son's eyes for a moment before glancing to his wife. Only she would be able to recognize agony in his gaze. "I gotta get back to the barn." His original purpose for coming was completely bypassed as he turns and leaves, his pace quicker than one would expect.

As the door falls shut, Dylan just stares at it. "I... think he believed me but... did I do something wrong?" He wasn't worried, just confused at his dad's odd reaction, but maybe he was the only one that thought it was odd. "Do you think he's really disappointed in me or... or something?"


It couldn't have been more opposite of that. Mick's determined walk takes him to the barn, but only after a two-minute stop to the house where he loses his breakfast. Still queezy, it's more than physical discomfort on his face as he saddles up Remington. Anybody who walked by would notice that he wasn't seeing anyone or anything around him, and even his horse stamps his hooves impatiently, sensing his master's tension.

Strangers in the Night

Coming up the walk way like she had every other day Beth's step seemed a little lighter, her hair done a little nicer, and a tiny tiny bit of make up on to brighten her face. Looking up and seeing Justin a small smile lights up Beth's face as she gives a wave.

Over the last few days she had been doing ok, and after the night she just let it all out and cried it just seemed like so much weight was lifted off her shoulders. She was far from 100% but she was feeling better.

"Hey Justin. I wasn't sure if I would see you today or not."

Reaching down and giving Danitza and than Zora pets on the head making sure to give them extra scratches behind the ears where she new they liked it.

"Hello to both of you as well."

Standing up again and coming around to the bench Beth sits down and turns slightly to look at Justin. It really was nice to have someone to talk to now, to have a friend. Tilting her head a little bit and squinting her eyes in the sun light Beth's eyes give a tiny sparkle.

"I haven't seen you in a few days. I thought maybe you weren't coming back after all. I was going to call you tonight to see if you wanted to do dinner and a movie? Just a friendship thing, I promise not to break down crying on you again. I'm cooking again, and there is cherry pie."

Looking down at the bundle of flowers and than across the cubicles the flower delivery man just looks around a bit confused. He had a name, but where did he go for that person? Seeing a young red head at one of the cubicles he smiles.

"Excuse me Ms I was wondering if you could tell me where Susanne Baker is?"

Looking up from her cubicle Katie eyes the delivery man for a moment and than looks at the flowers. Had he asked for Susanne? Were those flowers for her? So many question raised even if they were non of her never mind.

"Yeah, just go straight here and through that door there. The lady at the desk is Susanne."

Giving a nod to Katie and a smile the man turns and heads in the direction he had been told. Coming into one of the other offices and seeing the woman behind the desk he clears his throat and gives a smile.

"Susanne Baker? These flowers are a delivery for you."

Hanging her a flowers they were a mix of roses and baby's breath, Lilly's and a few other flowers that went well together. All a mixed color that went well. Attached was a card.

Strangers in the night
Two lonely people, we were strangers in the night
Up to the moment when we said our first hello little did we know
Love was just a glance away, a warm embracing dance away

Ever since that night we've been together
Lovers at first sight, in love forever
It turned out so right for strangers in the night

Susanne,
Had such a good time last night I thought
maybe we could do lunch again today? I'll be
waiting outside with the bike around 1. If
you don't show up by 1:3o I know thats my
answer. I really do want to get to know
you more. Your a wonderful woman no matter
what you think.
~Chuck~

Feeling Carson slip under her and his strong arms wrap around her Misty gives a little groan but a smile was on her lips to show she didn't mind being woken up by Carson at all. Opening her eyes just a little bit Misty looks up at her husband.

"Mmmm...I love you too Babe with all my heart. Your my first love, my only love, now and forever."

Bringing her hand up to the side of Carson's face and than slipping it to the back of his head Misty pulls him into her slightly bringing her lips to his in a kiss. She'd really missed him tonight more than normal. Its was just one of those things as the weather changed and the night became cold.

"Thank you to being my husband and putting up with me."

As Ariel takes Trey's hand again his first instinct was to pull it away. He hated being embarrassed by anyone but for some reason his fingers closed around her and he took a few steps forward. Letting a small grin move over his lips again it was not as big as before, but it was there again his dark eyes glinting in the night.

"Alright, I guess since I got two strikes left I can keep walking...but if you scream this time and don't mean it keep it down a little ok? I really don't want to kick anyone's butt tonight."

Catching up with her a little bit so he was walking next to her his hand still in hers Trey couldn't help but take not to how soft it was. It felt nice, it felt warm...it was different from anyone elses touch he had.

"So...we still on for lunch tomorrow?"

Looking up as Mick comes in Rosetta gives a smile to her husband. She wasn't going to try and hide that her and Dylan had been talking. Mick had a right to know if Dylan was ready to tell him.

"Hey Hun. Your not interrupting actually you have perfect timing."

Rosetta stand a little close to Dylan giving his arm a reassuring pat. Mick seemed to be in a good mood so now was the best time as ever to talk to him. Not to mention while everything was fresh it was better to talk than to let it sit and have second thoughts about it.

"Dylan and I have been talking about school and a few things that have happened in the past. He'd like to talk to you about it now as well if you have time. It will clear a few things up because I know it did for me. That is if Dylan is ready to talk about it."

Looking to Dylan and giving a smile and than nodding to the chair again Rosetta hops up on her desk to sit comfortably. If he was ready to talk than she was ready to sit with them. It was in his time and pushing him to talk to Mick would not help so she wanted to make sure he was ok with it too.

What it felt like

Looking up at Rosetta as she comes around to him, Dylan swallows hard. Even though he hadn't been into bad stuff until he'd been pulled into it, he hadn't appreciated his family very much and had been in and out of trouble with his mom and stepdad all the time. Having Rosetta believe him... having her look at him like that and be okay with putting her hand on his shoulder... maybe it affected him down deeper than he'd like to admit.

Biting his lip, he stares at her eyes, perhaps now realizing why his dad had always held her in such high regard. It wasn't so hard to understand anymore why his dad had come back here... back to Rosetta after everything had gone sour.

Dropping his gaze, Dylan picks at a tear in his jeans. More action later on? Like what? Even if he knew who had done the physical force on him, he had no proof, and he never had figured out who was doing the paying or why. What action was there? Regardless though, he was willing to do his school here and he wouldn't buck it, so he nods. "Okay. Dad's gonna have questions I can't answer though. I just... I don't know if I-"

His words are cut off as the door opens. "Hey, Rosetta, would you..." Mick's sentence trails off as he sees Rosetta and Dylan. It was unusual to say the least, and his quirked eyebrow displays his curiosity. "Sorry... Interrupting?"

Dylan stands up slowly and gives Rosetta an uneasy glance before looking to his father. "No. We were just... talking." Shifting his weight awkwardly, he looks to Rosetta again for help. Was now a good time? Should they wait? He couldn't read his dad like she could - she'd know if now was a good time to talk or not.

Mick cocks his head, sensing an odd sort of tension in the air and he looks to his wife. "I can come back later," he offers. Though dying to know what this was about, he trusted Rosetta and did respect his son's privacy to a certain degree. If Dylan was actually carrying on a conversation with his stepmother then Mick didn't want to interfere - if Dylan talked to anybody, it would be a miracle.


Slowly, Ariel begins to realize that Trey was not finding the humor in this situation like she was. Her smile fades somewhat and she cocks her head, studying his eyes. It was a little hard to see in the dim lighting, but she could tell that he wasn't very happy - embarrassed perhaps?

Quirking a new little smile, she shakes her head. "You can go back if you want, but I'm not done walking. You want to leave a poor half-wet girl stranded out here, be my guest, but I'll fee slighted if you do."

Covering the distance between them, she takes his hand. "Tom's like an overprotective big brother," she assures quietly. "He'd come to my rescue if I was yelling at my own mother." It was that thought alone that was Ariel's own confidence in being out here with Trey alone. She didn't think he was the type to try and pull anything, but if he did, there were several guys in this group that would not tolerate it and could get to her quickly if she screamed - mainly Tom and Pete.

Giving Trey another smile, she turns to walk backward and tugs at his hand. "Come on. It takes three strikes to go out and you're only one in."


"...So yeah. Seeing Quinn was weird. Just... still trying to process it."

"Mm-hmm." Carson nods at Axel. Mom and Pop's was closed and Bible study was over, but the two sat and talked like they usually did on this night of the week. "Guess I can't relate. I mean... I got a brother... kinda, but-"

"No 'kinda.' You do."

"Okay, I do. But it's not like we have a history or anything. He's just a butthead."

Axel can't help a wry grin. "Maybe." He knew this topic wasn't going to go much further, so a pause allows a shift in the conversation. "So how are you and Misty doing anyway?"

"Good." Carson's answer is easy. "Love every minute. Well... almost." He laughs, his eyes twinkling with humor. Axel was the only one he'd really talk to about his marriage, and he was also the only friend who knew about the downs as well as the ups. "And... you and Jess?"

"What about us?"

Carson shrugs and looks across the table at Axel, giving him a little grin. "You tell me."

Axel chuckles and shakes his head, taking another sip of his pop. "We're close."

"Mm-hmm... how close?"

"Close."

Carson's grin widens into a smile. "Close, close?"

Axel throws him a look. "Maybe."

"Got a ring?"

"Carson!"

Carson laughs and leans back, not being able to help but tease his friend. "I was just curious."

Axel smirks, but isn't bothered. "Not that it's any of your business, but no... I do not have a ring yet."

"Oooh, "yet" huh?"

"Yes, yet."

"When?"

Axel picks up his crumpled napkin and throws it at him. "When I'm good and ready." Smiling, he swirls his straw in his pop - or what was left of it. It was almost gone, and when it was, it would be time to leave, so he didn't finish it too quickly. "Naw, just... waiting."

Carson nods, ceasing the silliness. "Still waiting on her commitment?"

"Mm-hmm." Axel thinks for a long moment, then glances up at Carson. "I'm not saying you were wrong with Misty or anything, I just... for me and what I hold to, I can't sway from that. Jess has come a long, long way - that would be obvious to anyone. But... I need to know she's just as committed to the Lord as she would be to me - more so, in fact. And that has to come first. I'm not going to go into it unequally yoked." He searches his friend's eyes. "How do you do it?"

"Some days are harder than others," Carson admits. "I mean... I know Misty has accepted Jesus and she's really enthusiastic... she and I have fantastic Bible studies together, just the two of us. But sometimes it's hard talking about baptism. I see it as the next step... you believe and accept, then follow through with that seal. It's like... well, like marriage. I could have just moved in with Misty, but why not get married? Someone can try to "move in" with God, but why not go the whole way? There's simply no reason not to, unless there's a lack of commitment."

Axel nods slowly, a little grin on the corner of his mouth. He remembers back to when Carson had barely started to read the Bible, let alone becoming so on fire. It was incredible. "So what do you do?"

"Wait. Pray." Carson purses his lips and shrugs again. "Sometimes I wish I would have waited to marry her, so we'd both be on that same level of experiences together. Don't get me wrong - I'm incredibly happy and I love Misty more than anything! But there are days I think about this, and I just gotta know that God's the one who has to work on hearts, not me and... I gotta be patient and give it to Him." He nods. "I respect you for sticking to your guns though. When you feel that strongly about something... you can't compromise. I went ahead and married... and I'm very, very happy. But I'm also very excited and just waiting to see the next step Misty takes, and I can't wait. I'm not worried about her or where she stands with God... she's in His grasp... but I'm just really looking forward to her being there beside me and knowing that we're the same... even more connected."

Axel's smile widens, seeing the excitement evident in Carson's eyes. The change in his friend was truly amazing - enough so that only God could be credited. Here was a cold-blooded killer, turned on-fire Christian. Who ever would have guessed? It warmed Axel's heart.

He stirs up the ice in his glass and nods again. "I'm happy for you. You and Misty are perfect for each other." Grinning, he lets his thoughts wander back to Jess again. "I just know I gotta be careful... 'cause I don't want Jess doing anything for me... I don't want it to be about her and me... it's gotta be between her and God and then she and I will fall into place later. I just want to see her live her life to the fullest like God intended... I want to see her eyes shine even brighter and know that I will never, ever really have to say goodbye to her."

"But it's not something she can do just to please you," Carson agrees. "That's tough, I know. But with us praying for our women, anything is possible, ay?"

Axel smiles again in agreement. "I'll say amen to that." He lifts his almost-empty glass for a toast. "Here's to Christian family."

Carson clinks his glass, smiling too. "And friendships."


...It was late and the house was dark, except for the television lighting the living room. Carson slips off his shoes and sets his keys down quietly, wandering to the couch where he sees Misty asleep. Alec must have been gone already for quite a while.

Smiling, he watches her for several minutes, perfectly content just to stand and watch her sleep so peacefully. Eventually, he moves around to the front and sits down beside her, running a hand down the side of her face. "Hey, Missy... sorry I'm so late."

Rousing her a little, he gets her to sit up enough so he can lie down with her, then pulls her on top of him, letting his chest be her pillow and he kisses the top of her head. He'd make it to bed eventually after he'd wound down from the day.

"I am so in love with you," he whispers. Wrapping his strong arms around her, he holds her close. "Thank you for being my wife."


It was a nice ride back to TJY. Susanne felt such an odd mixture of peace and happiness, along with a little sadness, knowing that the night was just about over. She'd enjoyed herself more than she thought she would with Chuck, and she was even starting to like the motorcycle. There was a odd sense of peace, knowing that she was safe behind Chuck, able to hang on and watch the world go by.

Once they were in the TJY parking lot, Susanne wouldn't want to admit that she was sad the ride was over already. Getting off the bike and returning the helmet, she straightens herself out and gathers her purse, ready to simply leave. But Chuck's hand stopping her surprises her yet again. Looking down and seeing the paper with his number on it, her heart skips a beat. She'd never been given a man's phone number before... not like this. Why would he do that? She almost wished he hadn't - all it did was get her hopes up that she knew would be dashed sooner or later. And then for him to say he'd call her? She knew he wouldn't. He was probably a very good actor and after tonight he'd go back to his every day life and think of what a ridiculous woman she was.

But forcing a smile, she nods, blushing slightly. It was too dangerous to hope, but she'd be polite and accept what he said. "I had a good time too," she admits. "I'm sure Darlene will be calling me tomorrow and hounding me for details - that will be even more fun stringing her along."

Grinning, she gives Chuck's hand a little squeeze before letting go, slipping his number into her pocket. "Thank you, Chuck. Goodnight."

Though all she had to do was turn around and get into her car, it seems her feet don't want to do. And for a moment, she suddenly felt very awkward again, as if the parting should have something else to it, but she knew better. So just offering one last smile, she finally turns around to get in her car. Starting the engine and buckling up, she gives Chuck a little wave then drives away.

Arriving home a short while later, she parks in the driveway and wanders to the front of her one-story house. Ambling up the porch steps, she plucks a few dead leaves off one of her bushes then grabs the mail, making the box's hinges creak. Unlocking the door and getting inside, she flips on the light and tosses her keys aside, hearing the whistled greetings from her birds. Smiling, she whistles back before crooning. "Hey babies... did you miss me today, huh?"

Puttering in the kitchen then getting into the living room, another light is turned on and she wanders to the bird cages, twittering along with the birds while she feeds and waters them. "Yes, I'm sorry I wasn't home sooner, but I had quite the day."

Finished with them, she heads down the hall, leaving the lights on as she always did. It was a habit to always keep the lights on, regardless of those who might say she was wasting electricity. Half an hour later, she was in the bathtub surrounded by soothing hot water and bubbles. Her tub was nice and deep so she just lies back and closes her eyes, enjoying herself for a short while. Indeed, it had been quite the day.

Opening her eyes, she shakes her head at herself. How silly she had been. It all felt like a dream, really. There were so many things she'd done for the first time today that it seemed unreal. Flirting, going on a date, riding a motorcycle, being kissed - well, it was more like a lingering peck but still it had given her goosebumps and even now when she thought about it. She sighs. Nothing like this ever came her way. Even though Chuck's phone number was now on her refrigerator, she knew it was pointless to consider what the future might hold. He was a big flirt and had better things to do than keep up the sweet talk. It had made her feel good though...

A tear surprises her and she wipes it away quickly. "Silly emotional woman," she mutters. But she knew the core of her feelings... and it was that she knew she'd kept herself in a box for years, never venturing out beyond that safety. Her friends were right that she was a stick in the mud, and even if after tonight they changed their minds, it was still true. Tonight had just been a ruse to fool them. In reality, she was the same old Susanne that flourished as a secretary and Reese's right hand "man," but that was it. Apart from work... she had church and she enjoyed fellowship there... apart from work and church then... she had.... She draws a blank. And that was why the tear had appeared. Inside, she did want more... she knew there was more out there, but to actually step out and grasp it - that was something entirely different, and something for which she'd never had the guts or the strength. If Chuck hadn't been so insistent today, she would have backed out without a second thought. Maybe he should have let her, so she wouldn't be having these depressing thoughts now.

Blowing some bubbles with frustration, the froth floats on the air before popping on the tiled wall. That was her evening... she'd floated for a short while, pretending she was someone with a life, then when it had ended, the dream had popped, reminding her of reality.

But it wasn't really so bad was it? She was happy, right? Sinking further into the water, she convinces her mind to simply be void for a while. Otherwise, she'd never get any sleep. Tomorrow would be a busy day at work. She had to catch up on what she hadn't gotten done today, call Brown for Reese, collect those reports from Jason and Pete, check and see if Rick was coming in, make sure that that stack of records had been flagged and...

...The next morning was just as predicted. Rising early, Susanne makes it to work with a cup of coffee in hand, immediately diving into her work. Surrounded by paperwork, phone calls and more, she throws herself into her work. Between everything she had to do, it was easy to not think about the night before. She'd convinced herself that unless she wanted more music, she probably wouldn't see Chuck again, so it wasn't hard to move on and pretend nothing had changed. Every once in a while though, she'd hear her new CD playing softly in the background of her office and she'd allow herself for just a moment to remember what it felt like to hold his hand.


Justin eases down on the Brookshire bench, letting the dogs lie at his feet. Both were with him today and obediently settled down, sensing that their master was weary. It had been several days since he'd been here and he'd hoped that perhaps Scott would have cooled off, but no such luck. Jenny had told him that Scott was still determined not to see Justin and had already scheduled appointments with Dr. Hawks from now on. It disappointed Justin... he knew that they'd finally been getting somewhere, and now all his work was going down the drain. His uncle was good, but wouldn't use the same methods - the methods Justin had found to work, and apparently Scott didn't care. So really, being here was pointless. Unless... he wanted to see Beth.

It had been several days since he'd seen her as well. After the other night at her place, he'd wanted to make sure she still had her own space and he wasn't going to invade, so he'd remained quietly in the distance until today. His free time had been spent with Rebecca anyway, but that was another story, and one from which he gained back a sense of happiness. Scott may have rejected him, but at least he was finding a new friendship and possibly... love? He dared not hope, but he could feel it welling up from deep down. Within just a few days, he felt as though he and Rebecca had spent years together. The conversations they had, what they talked about, how they interacted... it all made Justin feel good. A while back, he would have frowned on how quickly their relationship had developed but... being in that position now... he couldn't deny how he felt, and if he read Rebecca correctly, she felt the same way. He finally had the sense of purpose back again after things went sour with Renee, and even his mother was happy, bless her heart. So maybe he'd failed with Scott, but... at least this was going right.

Danitza lifts her head, making her tags jingle on her collar, and her tail wags, rustling in the grass. Justin looks up to follow the dog's gaze and he sees that she has spotted Beth. A smile forms on his lips. Just like clockwork - she never failed. He was anxious to see how she was after letting things sit for a few days. It would be interesting to see if she still wanted to get together, or if she'd gained back some confidence in herself. He lifts his hand for a little wave.