Past

Just feelings Sparky's comfort was nice, it was just nice having someone there. For the last few weeks Rosetta had felt so alone even when people were near. Leaning into Sparky more Rosetta's tears continue. She wanted to say something, she wanted to say anything but when he words tryed to come she just got choked up. So crying was her only sound.

Moments passed and they felt like hours that she sat there and cryed but finally her tears started to slow, and her gentil shaking calmed down. Sitting up Rosetta whips her eyes knowing she must look like a mess and slightly embarrassed. Trying to give Sparky the best smile she can.

"Thank you Sparky. For everything it means a great deal to me. Sorry I got your shirt a little wet there."

Something close to a chuckle escapes Rosetta's lips trying to find humor in her own joke. Standing and brushing herself off Rosetta gives a small nod to Sparky.

"I guess I should clean some stuff up around here."

Her eyes fall to the almost empty bottle of whisky and she can feel the ping in her heart.

Not being able to laugh with Jason and Wyatt going back and forth Katie could feel the tears in her eyes form. It was good to laugh like that after a mission to remember what the finer things in life were, and picking on Wyatt was so easy.

"We are off the clock anyways Wy."

Reaching out Katie ruffles his hair as she lets her laughter through to Jason.

"Who said we were talking behind your back mmmm? We could be talking about what we want to eat."

Poor Wyatt, he always gets our beatings huh? I think he'd miss it if we didnt though.

Feeling Gunner's arms slip around her Bree almost instantly could feel part of her fear being removed. Gunner's strong amrs being her shelter, she felt like the world could not touch her here with him. His warmth, his skin was rough but soft, it just seemed to bring comfort.

Feeling Gunner's hand on top of hers Bree opens her eyes and just looks at it, while the beats of his heart seemed to give her a calm feeling.Moving her fingers under his his, Bree's fingers felt his soft chest, she was shaken up still but just something about Gunner, made her insides flipflop and the fear didnt feel important anymore.

Shifting just a little to sit more comfortable leaning on Gunner still Bree takes in a long sigh. Not answering Gunner right away it was almost like Bree hadnt heard him. But finally in a soft voice that was straned with emotion she speaks.

"I...never was normal you know. In my younger years I was the strange one, dressing funny, saying the wrong things, not talking to much. My parents tryed to get me to be normal, took me to classes on how to eat, and speak. How to brush your hair, and put on make up but that...was never me."

Bree takes in more as are blinks her eyes slowly. It was almost like a movie taking her back to her childhood she had done so well to forget.

"That was when my dad started his run for senator, and my mother just lived off his money. There were party at our house almost every night and every night I would be locked in my room so I didnt say the wrong thing. My parents were embarrassed by me."

Memories, lost in one mind, bad ones that hold so much power, you think they are gone but they only lay dormant if conquering them has not happened.

"I lived like that for 18 years. Never really talking to my mom or dad, never having any friends, and spending all my time in my room. The day came when I was so tired of it. I just didnt want to live like that anymore."

Falling quiet Bree removes her hand from Gunner's chesk and brings it to her wrist where she wore a watch with a thick leather band. Unhooking it Bree turns her hand over and lifts it just a little so he could see the scar than ran from her palm to part way down her wrist.

"I have scars to, but mine dont have heroic battle tales.Only cowerd nightmares of a girl who just wanted to be loved."

Drawing silent again Bree sniffs trying her best not to get Gunner's bear chest all wet. The tears had stopped but her nose just wanted to run now. Though she didnt want to move to get a tissue and lost the feeling of Gunner, almost like if she did he would vanish before her eyes.

"Three years I spent in a mental hospetial that made North side look like a dream come true. I...I dont remember much about when I was there but it was a horrible place. On my parents orders they did shock treatment, kept me dopped up on meds. In the end it did more harm to me than good. Messed my brain up and well I am who I am today. I spent the next worst three years there."

Another breath escaps Bree's lips as she gives a little shiver just thinking about it.

"When I turned 21 they couldnt keep me anymore, it was aganst the law than because they couldnt prove I was permanently insane. So they let me out, and as soon as I could I came here to see my Uncle. He'd always been the one I could count on, and I new I could trust. I didnt tell my parents where I was going thought they new I was out. I didnt want them to try and make me go back there."

Bree's hands picked at her jeans as she thought for a long moment. It was hard reliving her past, but in a way it kind of felt good to tell Gunner. Like maybe they would be even closer because of it.

"After 7 years of hiding they found me. I got a call from my mom the other day, and than today I saw there bounty hunter Roger while I was at the cafe. He didnt try to talk to me, but I know he saw me, and I know he was there for me. That was only a few hours ago."

Turning her face into Gunner's chest one could tell what she spoke next really did scare her.

"I dont want to go back to that hospital Gunner, I couldn't take it."

Emotions

As Bree stops his hand, Gunner's pulse automatically quickens. What was she doing? He straightens again and looks at her, catching those deep eyes that stared back at him. No words were being spoken, but it seemed somehow it didn't matter right now. Gunner was confused, but his voice had suddenly left him.

Feeling Bree's hand on his face, then moving to his arm and chest like she had the other night, warmth creeps into his neck and face. She... wanted to touch him. But the emotions in her eyes weren't quite what he'd expect. It wasn't just a want for physical attention, but something more... she was afraid, but not of him.

Starting to open his mouth to question her, Bree surprises him again by leaning into him and resting her face on his chest, next to her hand. By now his heart was beating rapidly again, surly pounding in her ears as loudly as his own. She was so warm... so soft. A chill runs up and down his spine, not knowing what any of this meant. Then he felt a hot drop hit his skin from Bree's face.

Drawing back a little, he sees now that she is crying. And he has no idea why. It must not be him...otherwise she wouldn't have come to him like this.

Feeling totally inept, Gunner didn't know what to do. It seemed like an eternity, but really it was only a few seconds before his arm moves, slowly slipping around Bree's shoulders. Drawing her in a little closer, he holds her, letting her take whatever time she needed. He was clueless as to why she was upset, and it felt odd to be on the other end this time. He'd been the one needing a shoulder since the beginning... and though it didn't feel good to know Bree was upset, it did give him a little warm tingle inside, knowing maybe he was helping her this time.

Gunner tries to decide how to help, but he still felt pretty awkward. Eventually though, he takes his other hand and puts it over her hand that was still resting on his chest. He moves a finger to wipe away a tear, then just remains still, his heart still pounding with the bubbling emotions brought on by holding Bree.

"What is it?" he asks quietly. "What's wrong?"


Wyatt quirks an eyebrow and looks in the rearview mirror to smirk at Katie.

Jason grins.
I don't mind a bit. I think I feel an attack coming on now...
"Hey Wyatt..."

"Here," Wyatt interrupts, having fished a candy bar from down beside the seat. "This will give your sugar a nice kick."

Jason's eyes narrow.
Thinks he can win at this game, does he? Ah, but he forgets...
"Wyatt," he repeats.

"What?"

"I outrank you."

"Aw, you wouldn't. You said there wasn't anything between here and the airport."

"I would." Jason grins evilly. "And all you gotta do is take a detour off this road for about ten minutes to get to another town."

"Jase..."

"Food!"

Wyatt groans and shakes his head. "Alright, alright! But we're off the clock."

"Of course." Jason throws Katie a wink.
All it takes is just a little bit of know-how.

"And quit talking behind my back!"

Sugar

Bree sees Gunner start to pick up his shirt, but suddenly she feels her hand reach out to stop him. A flutter goes through her stomach and she raises her eyes to his. She just wanted someone to be near, and she needed comfort, not formality.

Looking deep into his eyes Bree just searches them, finding that strange feeling she had, had the other night. Though it had been strange at the same time it was almost comforting. His skin had felt so warm under her finger tips, and it had held a feeling that Bree had liked and wanted to feel again.

Bringing her hand up to the side of Gunner's face she jwas not even sure what had driven her actions. A longing, a want, a need to have someone close. Gently running her finger over his cheek bone and down his jaw line, than tracing the vain down his neck, Bree pauses.

Continuing to stare into Gunner’s eyes – those eyes that shone with the sun and moon – she brings her hand down to his arm, then up over his shoulder and to his chest once again. Bree cheeks grew warm, but this time she didn’t look away. Feeling the warmth under her hands seemed to calm her fear but form a small other one. These feelings she had for this man were strong, she liked them, she felt safe.

Leaning into Gunner to rest her check against his warm chest, tears rolls down Bree's face. It had been a long time since she had cried. Maybe too long but now her fears were coming true and that was exactly what her parents were betting on.

Leaning up to the front seat again Katie was happy to go home, but there was that part of her that wanted to stay too.

"You know Wy, if Jason has an attack from low sugar Rick will be all over you for not stoping for food. Not to mention Misty will have Carson tell Aerith an ohhh boy you would be in hot water. Sure you dont wanna stop for food?"

Giving a sidelong grin Katie sticks out her toung.

You some know times I like using your sugar aganst people. I hope you dont mind to much.

Katie cant help the small laugh that escapes.

Shirt

Still sitting on the couch in the same position, hearing someone at the door makes Gunner tense. Sitting quietly, he listens as the door opens. The hair on his arms stands up and he cranes his neck back to see the house entryway. Relief sweeps through him as he sees it's just Bree.

Relaxation only lasts a moment as he realizes that the living room is basically now his bedroom, and he feels a bit awkward all of a sudden. Turning to the coffee table, he straightens the duffel bag underneath and picks up his dirty socks so they're out of sight. He didn't know Bree's routine... if she was here to spend the night or just sack out for a while, or pick something up then leave.

Glancing at the television, he knew he probably wouldn't startle her, but he didn't know if he should greet her or... what.

Just ready to get out of the way if need be, she suddenly joins him. Looking at her quickly, he tries to give a little smile. "Hey... didn't think I'd... see you tonight."

Something seemed a little odd. She appeared quieter than normal, and she wasn't smiling. Was it because he was there? Clearing his throat he reaches for his bag again, this time for a t-shirt. He didn't want to embarrass her like the last time.


Dylan remains quiet, not arguing with Katie, and trying to appear as though he were ignoring her. But to the expert eye, he was having a hard time not digesting what she was saying.

Jason leans back, letting his hand slide down to take Katie's. He gives her fingers a little squeeze.
We've done all we can. It'll be up to someone else now.

Finally, finally, the McClain ranch comes into view. The sun was setting, and there were only a few vehicles around. They were expected though, and Adam is first on the scene to meet them, along with another man there to help.

Getting Dylan out of the van proves to be a bit of a task, but once he's out in the fresh air, Adam has him uncuffed. Jason's ready for him to bolt, but surprisingly, Dylan stays put, not looking anyone in the eye.

Adam lets the three know that Mick is there, but in the background for now. Though not saying so in front of Dylan, it's obvious that he didn't think it wise for Mick to be right in the forefront as soon as Dylan arrived. Nothing is said about any other reasons Mick might be there, and it's assumed that he's just there to make sure Dylan gets settled before going home.

Dylan is prompted towards the house, still uttering not a word, his head down, his feet dragging. As the van heads out once more, Jason lets out a weary sigh. "There's nothing between here and the airport, but I'm starving. Any ideas?"

Wyatt shakes his head as he keeps his hands on the wheel. "We can pick something up there... otherwise, we'll be back home in a few hours."

He's so much help.
Jason gives Katie a grin.
This day was an easy case, but I'm exhausted. You holding up alright?


Sparky's heart hurts as he listens to Rosetta. He had wondered about Mick's drinking, but had had no proof to ever question him about it. Finding out the truth was painful. And apparently Dylan wasn't in too good of shape himself. One family issue like that was bad enough, let alone two at the same time.

"Shh... it's okay." Sparky hugs Rosetta close, rubbing her back as she cries. Part of him knew he needed to be a little cautious here - this was his brother's wife after all. But right now she needed a shoulder, and Mick wasn't around. Sparky wasn't willing to just let her fend for herself.

"He'll come back," he assures. "You know he will... he always comes back." He gives her an extra squeeze. "He's got a problem. At least he's going to do something about it right? That's a good thing."

Pushing her hair away from her tear-soaked face, he lets her lean into him and just cry. It was obviously something she needed to do.

"You're not alone, Rosetta. The rest of your family is here... things will be okay. You got us taking care of the horses, and... and you'll get help with everything else. It'll be okay."

He felt redundant, but he didn't know what else to say. He finally falls quiet.

Tears

Feeling Sparky's arms around her Rosetta wasnt sure if she was thankful for them or upset that he had to see her like this. It had been so long since she had, had a break down that now she just felt embarrassed. But remembering this was Sparky and how much he had helped her in the past it would be silly to be angry with him.

Leaning into Sparky Rosetta just leans on him as her tears still come. She didnt know what to say, or what to feel she just wanted to cry. Finally catching her breath Rosetta was able to talk in between her sobs as she see sought comfort in his arms.

"Mick...he's...been drinking since he slipped the other day and no he left to go to the McClain and he dosnt know when he will be back. Dylan is going to be there to because I guess they found him with some friends and he was pretty high. I just....dont know what to do Sparky. What am I going to do without him here? What if he dosnt come back? I...I just cant deal with it."

Pushing her face into Sparky's chest even more Rosetta's tears pick up agian. She wanted to stop, but she didnt know how, she wanted to not feel broken but she did. Everything was a mess.

"No one thinks they are better than you Dylan. We only wish we understood. You are I, we dont get alone but that dosnt mean I dont care about it. If I didn't I wouldn't be here. I would of told them to find someone else. But I didnt."

It is sad to see this. I've seen it before, a long long time ago with people I use to call friends. Getting yourself messed up like this is...a quick fix to lose the pain but once the high is gone, the pain is ten times worse.

Leaning forward Katie puts rests her elbows on her knees picking at the dry skin on her finger for a moment than looking back at Dylan. Searching his eyes, looking deeper, trying to find the boy that was in there some where still. Her own eyes trying to show compassion and understanding.

"We are taking you here because we care. There is no other option, and life is two short to let the people we love walk alone no matter how much they want us to."

Turning her eyes from Dylan Katie looks to Katie and than out the window. They would be there soon as the scene's started to look a little familiar.

A fear races in Bree's heart as she stands on her Uncles pourch leaning her head against the door for a long moment. Finally opening the door to the house quietly as to not wake Gunner if he was sleeping Bree steps in.

Hearing television play in the living room Bree new Gunner was still awake. Still feeling so scared she was shaking. Bree new she had seen him, it wasn’t just her mind. Sitting in the dinner waiting for her float tonight it was clear as day when he walked in and looked right at Bree. Those cold steel eyes would not be ones Bree could forget so easily. Why wouldn’t her parents just leave her alone. What had she done? She wanted to start over, she liked her life now, and she liked Gunner. But they had the power to destroy her and everything she held dear.

Walking twords the living room Bree looks in to see if Gunner was awake and seeing the him shift on the couch a little she knows he was indeed awake. Giving a little sniff to let him know she was there Bree enters the room fully and sits down next to him.

Galncing over and seeing Gunner was shirtless once again Bree would of smiled, or felt embarrassed but she was to upset. Maybe she could just talk with Gunner for a little bit, and than leave him be. She just needed someone, even if that someone was shirtless. But who better for that than Gunner. Bree couldnt help smiling in her head, boy did he look good.

Cocky

"No, I don't... wait... just... awww." Jim bites his tongue from letting slip what was in his mind. Lying under his back under the sink, things were not going well. Hearing his phone go off on the kitchen table, he lets it ring for now. He'd look at it later.

Becky ducks to look under the sink, trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry. Can I do anything?"

"No." Jim groans and slides out so he can sit up. "Other than get me something to drink."

"Now that I can do."

Jim grins and tosses his wrench aside before getting up and checking his phone. The message worried him, and it must have shown on his face.

Becky hands him a glass of iced tea, frowning at the look he had. "What's wrong?"

"That was Rosetta... said Mick was gone for a few days and wondered if we'd watch BJ for her 'cause she's a wreck."

Becky's eyebrows rise. "That's... strange. Did she say where Mick was going, or what was wrong?"

"No. Could have something to do with Dylan though. That would be my guess."

"But why would Rosetta..."

Jim looks at his wife, still worried. They had both mentioned to each other the question of how things were between Mick and Rosetta lately, and both had been concerned. But neither wanted to make assumptions either. "I'll go see what's up."

"Yeah. And yes we can handle BJ. I'm more than happy to have a little one around here."

Jim grins and gives his wife a kiss on the cheek. "Me too. Be right back and don't use the sink!" His exit is followed by Becky's laughter. Jim opts to check the dining hall on his way to the house, unsure where Rosetta would be. He just didn't want to call - it sounded as though face-to-face would be better this time. Sticking his head in the dining hall, he glances around. "Rosetta?"

Sparky stops his strumming on his guitar and looks to the door. "Not in here." Something seemed odd. "Everything alright?"

After a quick explanation, Sparky volunteers to go find Rosetta. He was more involved than Jim was, and Jim agreed that he'd go find BJ instead to keep the boy out of the way in case Rosetta was more upset than he thought. The brothers split up in different directions, Sparky heading to the house. He knocks on the front door but doesn't receive a response. Contemplating his options, he knocks again, then finally opens the door cautiously. "Rosetta?"

Coming in all the way, he looks around. Things seemed normal. Quiet. But then he hears something down the hall. "Rosetta?" Heading down the hall, he realizes that the sound is quiet sobbing coming from the bedroom. The door is open, but he's still careful, stepping into the dim room. He's about to call for Rosetta again when he spots her on the floor and his heart gives a leap.

In an instant, he's on his knees next to her with an arm around her shoulders and speaking softly. "Rosetta... are you okay? What is it? What happened?"


I hope so, Hero... I hope they can help him. But it will really depend on whether or not Dylan wants the help. I know Mick wants him helped and that's why we're going to the McClain's, but they can only do as much good as their patients want them to. If Dylan doesn't want to be there... forcing him won't do any good, and may just make it worse. Let's just hope he's still got some brain cells of sense left.

Dylan stares back at Katie, seeming to take forever just to process what she was saying. He knew what words she was saying, but his mind was so lethargic that it took him a while to put everything together and understand what she meant. Surprisingly, he doesn't argue back. Instead, his eyes fall to the floor.

Trying to adjust his weight, he finds it hard with his hands cuffed behind his back. "Can't you take these things off?"

"Nope," Jason responds flatly. "You're stuck with them, Bud."

Dylan frowns, shifting his gaze to him. "You're Jason, aren't you?"

"That's right."

"Who sent you guys? If it was the cops, they woulda had me in jail already."

Jason exchanges a glance with Katie. The truth was always best. "Your dad. He's included in that batch of worried sick people."

Dylan scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Hey." Jason gives him a light kick with his boot. "Don't diss your dad. You're lucky you got him around to care at all, believe me."

"Yeah, well he never cared enough to be around before."

"Everyone makes mistakes. You can't hold onto that bitterness, Dylan. Hating him won't do anyone any good."

"You're a sniper, not a counselor."

Jason quirks an eyebrow. "You think you know a lot, don't you?"

"I know you two are freaks." Dylan's eyes narrow, lucid enough for his cockiness to show through. "The Elite has their own two little superheroes."

Jason forces a slight laugh and shakes his head.
He's lucky we don't throw him out while we're going down the road. He's got some attitude.
"I wouldn't call us superheroes... just smart enough to use what we got. What about you? How far have you gotten with what you can do?"

"Ha!" Dylan smirks at the idea. "All I can do is get into trouble. Or haven't you figured that out yet?"

"Oh, we figured it out. But we know there's more to you than that. What I'd like to know is why you're flushing it down the toilet."

Dylan clams up, his jaw muscles working on his tension. "Where are you taking me?"

"A place that can give you help."

"The only help I need is to be left alone."

"That's not the answer, and you know it. I know you're not stupid."

"Then why can't you just leave me be?" Dylan's look turns into a glare at both Jason and his cousin. "Why can't anyone just leave me alone? That's all I want."

Jason shakes his head, disgusted. "Ever thought you have more than one person that cares about you?"

Dylan pulls his knees up closer to his chest, his wiry frame making it easy. One could clearly see that he'd lost much weight, and it wasn't a surprise. "Ever thought I didn't need them?"

"Oh yeah... yeah, you've done a real good job on your own. How long you think you'd last with those doped-up friends of yours? A week? A month? How long 'til you got desperate for a fix and messed with the wrong punk on the street? How long 'til you got a knife in your gut for challenging the wrong dealer, huh?"

Dylan's glare falls to the floor. "You don't understand."

"How about you help us understand?"

"You think I just took off on a whim the other day?" Dylan gives a laugh. "No one pays attention to me. No one cares where I go or what I do. Ask my mom where I've been spending my nights the last two months and she'll tell you in my bed. Then go see how many times my bed's been slept in. I'm not as stupid as you think I am. Only when she realizes I'm gone does she apparently call my dad."

Even then, she didn't call Mick.
Jason shakes his head again. "So you've been at this game a while now, huh?"

Dylan seems to want to answer, but falls silent again instead.

I wonder now how long it really has been. He looks like he's been down this path a while now, not just a week. Something seems off though. Notice how he looks like he wants to say more, but doesn't? I wonder if some of his so-called friends already got to him and he's afraid of ratting them out. Sheesh... how does someone get this far?

Surprisingly, Dylan seems to be able to read Jason's face. "Don't pretend you're better than me," he hisses. "You don't have a clue where I've been."

"You're right. Care to share?"

Dylan lets himself fall to his side, curling up the best he can, and taking another hard jolt as a pothole is hit. "You can tell my dad to just forget about me."

"You can tell him yourself. He's going to be meeting us."

Dylan's face seems to change from anger to almost fear. His eyes find Katie again, almost as if begging her not to take him.


Gunner slips on a clean pair of jeans and runs a towel through his almost-dry hair. Ambling back to the living room in his bare feet, he goes to the couch and flops down before putting his things back in his bag underneath the coffee table. It had been a long day at work, his mind pulled in a million directions at once. But once he'd been able to leave, he'd gone home and packed his bag. He'd almost changed his mind about going to JT's, but after a short time in his own apartment, he knew he at least needed one good night's sleep and he wasn't going to get it unless he went somewhere else. Getting across down and finding the key had been easy, and after that, the evening was free for him to explore a little bit, then settle himself down.

Sighing, he pulls his legs up to sit Indian style. The house was quiet. He could hear two clocks ticking. One in here, and one in the kitchen. It was strange... but even though he was alone, it felt better than his apartment. Dark shadows didn't lurk here. It was a peaceful house. And he knew without fully knowing JT that this was a godly house. No wonder Bree liked it here. It felt... safe.

Gunner eventually picks up the television remote, assuming he had the house to himself after JT's call and not hearing from Bree all day. He'd almost called her, then had opted to let be. Leaning back, he clicks on the television to find a B movie.

Help

He looks like he is semi with it. Might as well take it off for a little bit. I wont be scared to put it back on though.

Looking down at her cousin Katie lets out a sigh. Hearing him say her name Katie new he was a little more down to earth now than he had been before.

"Yeah Dylan its me."

For a moment Katie goes silent again. How much should she really tell Dylan at this point? If she told him to much he could make it harder on them and himself with a struggle. But than again maybe if she just tried to covey there worry that would be different all together.

"We were worried sick about you Dylan. You went missing and everyone panicked. Than we found you doped out of your mind and that worried me even more."

Katie didnt know what to say so she feel silent again. Though her mind still ran a million miles a minute.

Whats going to happen to him J? Will they be able to help him?

Being left to stande alone in the house as the sound of Mick's truck rumbles down the drive way more tears from in Rosetta's eyes. Her husband was leaving and she didnt know when he would be back. Though she new it wasnt her fauly, she couldnt help thats feeling.

Going to her phone Rosetta's dials Jim's number. Trying her best to keep herself composed. It was hard, and she hurt. Getting the voice mail Rosetta leaves a quick message as her sobs are small.

"Mick left for a few days and I am a reck, I was wondering if you and Becky Jim would watch BJ for me. I just...need some time alone I think, and I dont want to have him see me like this. Just let me know when you get this message."

Hanging up the phone Rosetta sinks to the floor putting her hand into her hands as her shoulders shook the sobs ringing out in the room.

Picking up her phone and seeing the message Bree hadnt even hurt her phone go off. Seeing it was her Uncle Bree wasts no time listing to the voice mail. A smile forms on her face as she hears more than likly Gunner will be staying with her. Bree wasnt sure why that made her extreamly happy, but maybe it was because he would get to see him more now.

There was a few things she had to do around town today, and her normal float. Maybe after that she would see about calling Gunner to both him for a little bit.

Any surprises

Mick shouldn't have been surprised by Rosetta's reaction, but her embrace is something he hadn't expected. He had been so foolish, and he felt so weak. He knew that she was upset with him, yet she was strong enough to support him still. He didn't deserve a woman like her.

Slipping his arms around her, he just holds her close, quiet for several minutes... just hugging her, as if he thought if he let go, he really might lose her. His face is buried in her hair as a tear slips out. He'd tried so hard to hold everything together, but as a result, he was close to losing it all. His sons, his daughter, his wife, his friends. So wrapped up in trying to conquer his own addiction, he'd lashed out at others, and tried to hide in the case with Dylan so no one would suspect it was something else that was wrong. But in the end, all it did was make things worse.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Mick finally pulls away. His hands cradle Rosetta's face as he leans in to place a tender kiss on her lips. "I'll be back," he assures quietly. "I promise. If I don't do this, I'll never get it right." It was for his son... and it was for himself.

Finally letting Rosetta go, he turns to pick up his bag. It wasn't three minutes later that one could hear his pickup starting, and he was heading down the driveway.


Sparky looks out of the barn, seeing Mick's truck pull away. Odd. Where was he going? Had he heard from someone about Dylan? A chill runs down his spine, hoping that his brother wouldn't actually have left. He couldn't believe that. Maybe he just needed to go blow off some steam. Sparky hoped that's all it was.

Looking around the barn, a wave of sadness hits him. He really did like it here. He always had, even way back when everything had just started. He hated not feeling like he belonged, and even more he hated knowing that it was just one person that made him feel that way. He wanted to believe Rosetta and Angel that he was wanted. Today though, he couldn't find anything to do to keep him busy.

Wandering to the dining hall, he lets himself in to go make a cup of hot tea. Maybe it would help settle his nerves. There was no one else inside, so he takes his time, finally winding up in front of the cold fireplace. After a short while, he sets his cup down and reaches around to pick up his guitar. Strumming a few chords, he tunes it until he's satisfied with the sound. Settling back, he picks out a quiet song, the minor tones holding a sorrowful yet soothing sound.


Kip grins as he takes Karla's phone number, then gives a wave as she leaves. Watching until she was inside the building, he pulls away from the curb and heads home.

Arriving back, Erik is still up, waiting for him before going to bed.

"Get her home alright?"

Kip nods, playing with his keys. "Yeah."

Erik thinks for a moment, cocking his head. "She seems nice. I'm glad you had her over."

"Really?"

"Yeah. As long as you two behave yourselves, I don't have any problem."

Kip smirks a little. "Thanks for your confidence."

Erik gives him a light slap upside the head while grinning. "Anytime."


JT is just heading out the door for work when his phone rings. He contemplates not even answering it, but he thinks better of it, and goes ahead and picks it up. "Yeah, hello."

"Hi, JT... it's Gunner."

JT grins. He didn't need the introduction - Gunner had a unique enough voice that he recognized it. "Hey, Gunner. What's up?"

"Um... about your offer..." Gunner rubs his tired eyes. "I thought maybe... well... I don't know, I just..."

JT pauses getting ready to go, concentrating on Gunner's weary tone. He could tell without being told that his friend was tired - most likely from another bad night. "Key is under the doormat," he interrupts. "Since I'm not gonna be around, I doubt Bree will be over for supper, but there's plenty of stuff here you can help yourself to. Blankets in the corner of the living room - couch is all yours."

Gunner swallows hard. How he'd landed friends like these, he'd never know. "Thanks... thank you."

"Not a problem, Gunner. Thanks for watching the house. If you need anything, you know where to call." Once the call was ended, JT dials Bree quickly. "It's me. Just wanted to let you know quick that Gunner will be at the house tonight. He didn't say so, but he sounded tired, so I'm glad he took me up on the offer. Didn't think you were planning to come over, but didn't want you to have any surprises either."


The drive took several hours, and Dylan was in and out of his own little world for most of the time. Gradually though, the fog seems to lift a bit and having given up struggling against the handcuffs, he just lies on the floor, eying Katie. He looks at her, then Jason then back to Katie, just studying her for several moments. He mumbles something, but can't make anything sound right under the tape.

Jason glances to Katie.
Think he's gonna be calm enough to talk sense now?
He shrugs.
We can always put it back on if he's not.
Reaching down, he rips the tape off without mercy.

Dylan gives a little groan at the pain the tape causes, and just lies still for a few more moments. He squints at Katie again, a bump in the road jolting his line of sight. "Katie?" He moves around, eventually able to sit up with his back to the side of the van, looking across at her and Jason. "What are you... what's going on?"

Always

Watching Mick Rosetta could feel it in the pit of her stomach. Something was wrong and new was going to be broken. But listing to Mick and seeing the bottle it only takes a moment for Rosetta to understand.

It was hard to try and figure out weather she was happy he wouldn't be gone forever, or sad that he had actully started his addiction again.

Just staring at the almost empty bottle Rosetta thought, and let her mind try and process though it was hard. If anything she had to give Mick credit for doing this on his own. Looking up and seeing he was ready to go, than hearing his words it hit Rosetta's heart hard and she could feel another crack. Stepping twords Mick she reaches her arms out to him and wraps them around Mick in a strong hug.

"I could never hate you. My love for you runs to deep."

Though Rosetta was having her own problem dealing with everything and the sadness she just couldn't shake, she could never let Mick walk away when he needed her the most thinking she hated him.

Though the ride home was quiet Karla didnt mind it. Sometimes the quiet was nice and with Kip it didn't feel awkward. It was a peacful quiet to know you were ridding along with a friend.

Rin himself sits quietly in the back seat with his face pressed up aganst the window loving the car ride.

It doesn't take long before they are in the all to familure naborhood, and Karla's apartment is in sight. Starting to get out Karla stops and looks to Kip again. A bit of color comes to her face as she hears his offer. She WAS greatly thankful for him wanting to help, and she would call Erik mom in the morning. It wasnt the best of jobs and it might feel a little strange being a maid for her new friends, but it would be money. Karla could use all of that she could get right now.

Giving a smile to Kip and taking the paper to flip it over and see his phone number Karla can feel even more color come into her face but for this time a different reason. Kip had just given her his number and even if he didnt mean it in the way Karla took it, it made her feel good. He wanted to see her again or else he wouldnt have given out his number.

Looking at Kip Karla's eyes give a small sparkle as she give a smile to to him.

"Thanks Kip, this means alot. I'll give her a call tomorrow, and who knows maybe I'll even call you up to bother."

Ripping off a peace of the paper and fishing for a pen in her pocket Karla jots down her own number and hands it to Kip.

"Thats my number so if you ever feeling talking you can call."

Giving a smile Karla gets out of the car saying her goodbye to Kip before heading into her apartment. The smile staying on her face till she crawled into bed to stay warm.

Please...

Mick looks up from the bed, and seeing Rosetta's face and tears, he wonders if perhaps she thought this scene spoke of something worse than intended. His eyes drop again, looking to his packed bag, and then to the floor.

Taking a deep breath, he eventually stands in front of his wife, his eyes full of so many different things. Pain, but from what? Torment, but why? Shame, but from where? The answer was there somewhere. And maybe it was time it was admitted.

Slowly, Mick shakes his head. He wasn't leaving - at least not like that. "They found Dylan," he responds quietly. "He's been doing drugs. I've told them to take him to the McClain's instead of here. They're better equipped to handle something like that." The sadness in his voice gives away the disappointment. "I... I'm going to go see him and... stay a few days."

Taking a step forward, he reaches out with a rough, but gentle hand to wipe away one of Rosetta's tears. He could just leave it at that. It made sense. No one would question him going to see his son. But it wasn't the whole truth. It was just an avenue... a prompt for a bigger step for his own sake.

"I don't know how to tell you I failed," he whispers. It was rare that tears rose in his eyes, but there was no mistaking the moisture pooling in front of his gaze. Dropping his hand, he wanders to the closet, and comes out a moment later to set an almost-empty bottle of whiskey on their dresser. He stares at it a moment before looking back to Rosetta. "Maybe Dylan's need for rehab has a purpose greater than just him."

Leaving the bottle, he goes back to his bag, checking the side pockets before deciding he had all that he needed. It took more strength than he could imagine, just to turn around and face Rosetta again. "I'm sorry." He almost chokes on his own words. "Please don't hate me."


Kip grins and rolls his eyes. "You're right - I wouldn't have asked. Come on." Grabbing his jacket and a set of keys, he opens the door for Karla, following her and Rin outside. Walking to a nearby car, he lets her and Rin in first, then slides in behind the wheel. It's a quiet ride to Karla's apartment, though it takes a lot less time than walking had.

Pulling up to the curb, Kip doesn't let her out right away. "Hey, before you go..." He fishes in his pocket for a wrinkled piece of paper. Jotted on it was a phone number. "This is Carol, Erik's mom's number. She's been looking for some help cleaning around the house since someone else left a few weeks ago. I don't know what she's paying, but I know it would be fair, and I know she'd work with you on the hours and stuff. So... here." He hands Karla the paper. "Think about it. And... if you need a ride or something..." He turns her hand over to show the backside of the paper. "That's my number."

Leaving

Hearing the door to the house open and shut Rosetta figured it was just BJ and continued to fold the cloths in the living room trying her best to dry her eyes. After a few moments and no one comes into the living room she found it strange.

"BJ...?"

Putting down the towel she was folding Rosetta caught movement in the bedroom and Mick's form. Coming to the doorway Rosetta just stands for a long moment watching him put his things into the duffel bag. A million and one thoughts run through her mind as another single tear rolls down her cheek. Stepping into the room she stands at the bed.

"So, you really are leaving?"

Rosetta didnt know what else to say as her heart broke. Her world was falling apart and for once she didnt know how to fix it.

They have helped alot of people out there. Maybe they will be able to help Dylan too.

Looking down at her younger cousin Katie shock her head before leaning it back aganst the van again. She felt so tired and she wan't even sure why. Maybe it had to do with seeing Dylan like this but Katie could only hope things could work out for the good again.

How about we have another vacation after this?

Katie lets a small laugh slip through as she gives Jason a smile.

Looking at Kip Karla gives a smile. She had, had such a great time Karla couldn't remember the last time she had felt this good. Running her toe on the ground Karla is quiet for a moment before looking up at Kip again.

"A ride would be nice on a cold night like tonight. That is if you dont mind to much."

Smirking a herself and than cocking her head to the side Karla follows her last statement with another.

"I know I know you wouldnt have asked if it wasn't. But I still have to get use to this stuff being ok."

Looking down at Rin she gives him a questing look.

"What do you think?"

Giving a woof of approve and wagging his tail Karla laughs and looks at Kip again.

"I guess thats a yes."

How?

Dylan tries to fend off Katie's duct tape, but with a quick cuffing by Jason, the younger man was left helpless to stop the tape being applied to his mouth. Giving Katie a blurry glare, he sinks back on the floor with a grunt.

Reese answers his phone and finds out the details from Katie, disgusted at the report on Dylan. "Thanks, Katie. Keep on heading to the ranch. I'll call Mick and let him know what's going on."

Ending the call, Reese is quick to dial Mick. He gets his voice mail once, then tries again a few minutes later.


Mick's eyes follow Rosetta outside. He wanted to stop her... to tell her he was sorry. But it was as if there was a barrier. It was one that his own pride had made, but it was there nonetheless, and it kept him from stopping Rosetta.

Alone again, Mick sighs and looks back to the blank computer screen. Leaning forward to put his face in his hands again, he just sits, feeling more alone than he had in a long time. What was happening to him?

His phone rings again. Knowing he needed to answer it, he finally reaches into his pocket to answer it. "Yeah?"

"Mick, it's Reese. They've got Dylan."

Mick forces his mind to clear as he goes on alert. "Where? Is he okay?"

"He was at that apartment. Apparently he was pretty doped up."

"What? You mean he was drugged?"

"Uh... no, I mean he was doing drugs."

Mick's body slouches. "Aw no."

"I'm sorry, Mick. The team is still bringing him back to the ranch."

"Are you going to report him?"

Reese takes a moment to think. "I'm going to leave it up to you. It will stay in our own records, but... if you don't want to involve the police, I won't force you."

"Thanks." Mick quickly ends the call, rubbing his forehead that suddenly hurt. It wasn't the Agency, but his son was running off on a whim and doing drugs on top of it. Could it get much worse? Taking his phone again, he dials Wyatt.

Wyatt keeps one hand on the wheel as he reaches for his cell, putting it on speaker phone. "Hello?"

"It's Mick. Your dad said you've got Dylan."

"That's right. We're on our way."

"No. I want you to take him somewhere else."

Jason throws Katie a glance. Why was Mick changing plans.

"Um..." Wyatt quirks an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"

"There's a ranch... it's the McClain ranch an hour or so from here."

Jason's eyes are still on Katie.

I hadn't thought of that... might be a good place if Mick isn't going to turn Dylan in for the drugs.

"I know where it is, Wyatt."

Mick speaks again. "Jason, that you?"

"Yeah."

"What shape's Dylan in?"

"Uh..." Jason looks down at Dylan's lethargic figure. "He's... in his own little world at the moment."

"Can you get him to the McClain's?"

"I think we can. You gonna be there?"

Mick pauses. "Yeah... if I'm not there when you arrive, I'll be there shortly. Thanks guys."

"Yep." Wyatt hangs up and looks in the rearview mirror. "Okay, Hotshot, which way?"

Jason tells him where to turn instead of going to the R/M ranch, settling back for the ride.

Seems weird, doesn't it? Here we are... the Elite... and this has nothing to do with any real case, other than a couple of druggies. I knew Dylan had gotten himself in a bit of trouble before but I didn't know he'd go this far.


Mick flips his phone shut and once more, thinks for a long time. Eventually, he stands up and leaves the dining hall, heading to the house. Entering slowly, he thinks he might hear Rosetta in the living room, but he heads straight for the bedroom. Standing at the closet for what seemed an eternity of contemplation, he finally takes out his duffel bag and sets it on the bed. And slowly, he begins to pack. Today had been the straw to break the camel's back... or several camel's backs, it seemed. Something had to give. He was angry with Jade, he was angry with Dan, he was angry with Rosetta... he was angry with the world, and it was all his own fault. He knew it, and had been unable to stop it by himself. After slugging his brother a second time, and seeing that Rosetta didn't agree about Dan, he questioned himself and his state of mind. And knowing that Dylan would be at the McClain ranch... perhaps it was the door that he needed to step through on his own this time.

Continuing to find clean clothes, he packs enough for several days at least. Then zipping it shut, he sits on the edge of the bed, his mind and heart tormented. How would he tell Rosetta what he was about to do?


Sparky is a little surprised by Angel's hug, but it only takes him a moment to return it. Giving her a hug back, he sighs and finally pulls away, offering a small smile. "Thanks, Angel. I don't know if I'll actually leave or not, but... keep it under your hat, okay?"

Nodding a little, he finally slips back outside, heading to the barn to keep his hands busy and his mind off the pain in his lip.


The fun, games and laughter were over for the night. Several others had already headed home, and the others were wrapping things up. Wandering towards the door with Karla, Kip gives her a smile, his hands tucked in his pockets. "Thanks for coming over, Karla... I... really enjoyed your company."

He chuckles . "Crazy day, but... I'm glad you didn't pin me as a creep." His one hand reaches down to scratch Rin before he looks back up to Karla. "Wouldn't want a ride home, would ya? I can drive us so we don't catch cold."

Heartbroken

Rosetta just looks at her husband for a long moment, slowly blinking her eyes. This was unreal, was Mick really saying this to her? A soft buzz seemed to sound in her ear and she wondered if it was her own emotions, of the tears that seemed to spring into her eyes that made the sound.

"None of what you just said it true and you know it Mick. It really hurts to hear you say that and see the look in your eye that you actually believe it."

It almost felt like a crack had been formed in Rosetta's heart and now it was being torn in two. Over the last few weeks Mick had been different, and Rosetta didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to help and she felt so alone. Her family was being tore apart.

A few days back she would of just brushed it off thinking it was because Dylan was gone but now, after his words that really hurt Rosetta wondered. Rosetta wanted to help but she didnt even know where to start. The longer she sat here, the more she beat herself up, and the more a small form of depression sunk in.

Standing Rosetta dosnt even know what else to say as she trys to hold her tears in. She was the strong one, she always was the stong one but she felt so defeted.

"I...have to go check up on BJ to make sure he found Jeff ok."

Heading to the door and than out Rosetta stops on the pouch for a moment. The tears formed even more in her eyes now as her heart was hurting. Going down the steps Rosetta swipes her eyes and instead of heading for Jeff's she goes the opposite way to the house. She just can to compose herself for BJ's sake, and if she had to cry it out she would.

Giving a nod Angel's eyes held a sorrow for Sparky. She could only guess how it felt, and she was sure it was not good.

"No, I don't blame you at all. But I dont see you causing much strife, but you will find that everywhere you know. If its like that with one person well..."

Angel's words die off as she lets out a sigh. She supported whatever Sparky felt like he needed to do and she shouldn't be trying to froce him to stay. She just wanted him to know he was carred about and everyone would miss him.

"If you feel like you need to leave, than I understand and see where your coming from. Just be safe, make sure its the right desition, and hurry back to us. Your always welcome here, and it will always be your home."

Not being able to help it Angel reachs out and gives Sparky a hug. He was her friend, and had been for a long time. It was just something she needed to do to let him know she cared what happend.

Your ranch

Mick lifts his head, though he still won't look at Rosetta, his shoulders drooping. One could see his anger was boiling just below the surface, but an element of defeat kept it at bay. For the longest moment, he is silent, almost as if not having heard Rosetta speak. But finally he responds. His tone has a bite to it, though he keeps it calm.

"And that's the way it is, isn't it? I think this is the first time we've disagreed about something dealing with this place. But it doesn't matter, does it? I'm your husband... the head of my household... but it's your ranch."

He finally turns to look at his wife. His eyes were so tired - it looked as though he had been at war. There was more defeat than malice, but his frustration was so high, and he wore an air of depression. "You started this place, not me. I guess I shouldn't have expected any different when I married you, but it's still 'Rosetta's ranch.' Maybe I need to go do something else and let someone else manage things here. I just thought things would be different... that it would become the Henson ranch and that we'd be a team. But... maybe I didn't realize that it would always just be yours."

Sighing, he runs a hand over his face. He didn't even know what he was saying. Everything felt wrong. His cell phone buzzes in his pocket, and for the first time in a week, he ignores it.


Sparky's head hangs a little as he contemplates all that had been happening lately. "I just don't know what's wrong with him, Angel. Nothing's ever right anymore. And me... I just get in the way. Sure, I help Rosetta but... what's the point if I just cause strife on the side?"

Sliding off the stool, he pauses before heading for the door. "I know everybody else doesn't mind me here, but with the big boss upset with you, it kinda defeats the purpose of staying. I'm tired of getting pushed around. Is that so terrible?"

Feelings

Looking at Sparky Angel felt bad for him, and his words just seemed to follow. This was Rosetta's ranch but it was just as much everyone elses that worked here too.

"It would be pretty lonly if you left Sparky. You help Rosetta out so much she might be lost. This is as much your home, as anyone elses. Dont let a few bad things with your brother make you think other wise."

Giving a shake of her head and than a nod Misty was happy Axel was smart enough not to try and drive right now.

"Yeah, I'll call Jess for you. Just rest for a few hours and than you should be as good as new."

Going back to her desk Misty pick up her phone to call Jess and than follow it up with a call to Carson.

Rosetta leans back in the chair and study's Mick for a long moment. She hated not agree with Mick, and she new it would cause some kind of tiff, but she had to talk it out with him.

"No one deserves to get punched no matter what they do. That in its self is not acceptable. You could of yelled at him all you wanted to, but actually causeing harm to Sparky is not ok."

Drawing silent again for a moment Rosetta just sits there her eyes continuing to look at Mick. There was so much she wanted to say, but she didnt even know how. She wanted to stay calm but get upset at the same time. It was one big mess. But finally Rosetta speaks again her tone staying calm.

"And you want to fire Dan because.....he likes Jade? I'm sorry, but I wont allow Dan to be fired because he likes Jade. He's been a great worker who has pulled more than his share of work around here, He's always followed the rules, and I cant fire him for his feelings for another person. I respect your desitions Mick, but I just cant agree with this one."

Doing what she needed to make sure Jason could grab Dylan Katie stays alert. Once Jason had him and was pulling him to and out the door Katie follows. Heading down the steps with Jason covering him. Hopping into the back of the van and telling Wyatt to head to the ranch.

Every curse word that came from Dylan's mouth felt like nails on a chalk bored to Katie. Her cousin had only gotten worse from the last time she saw him.

"I think your right, he'd not goint to learn from this. But if he keeps cussing my fist in gonna meet his mouth to shut him up."

Katie didnt like to use force but Dylan was getting on her nerves and she just couldn't help it. Spying some duck tape at the one end of the van Katie had a better idea and wouldn't get her in trouble. Ribbing a peace off she puts it over Dylan's mouth.

"There, no I didnt have to punch him and I can think."

Dialing Reese Katie waits for him to answer letting out a sigh as she sits back resting her head aganst the van wall.

"Hey Reese, we got Dylan. He's...dopped out of his mind, but he is alive."

Doped up

"Mm.... I... think I c'n... h'ndle tht..." Axel squints at Misty, wondering if he'd made any sense at all. "Uh... I better.... stay hereawhile, huh.... dr'vng could be.... zastrous."

He tries to wiggle his fingers, but finds it too painful to continue, so he just lies still again, feeling quite tired all of a sudden. "Hey wouldya... call Jess an' tell'er I'm alive?"


Sparky just nods to Rosetta, really not knowing what else to say. He didn't hold her responsible for anything... and on a certain level, he felt a bit responsible for what had happened, even though deep down he knew it wasn't his fault.

Left alone with Angel, he sighs deeply. "I think it's time for me to move on, Angel." His voice was quiet and defeated. "I think I've served my purpose here and... maybe it's time I found a new route."


Mick doesn't look up as Rosetta joins him. He knew it was her without looking, and he was not surprised. His hand rests on his leg, his fists clenching and relaxing in rhythm. His eyes stare at the blank computer screen.

"Sparky overstepped his bounds, that's what happened," he replies evenly. "Dan has gone after my daughter, and my daughter has willingly disobeyed me in regards to him. Their behavior is unacceptable and I have told Dan to leave. Sparky deserved what he got when he challenged me in front of Dan and Jade. He has no respect for the decisions I have made, and I got tired of it."

Leaning forward, Mick folds his arms on the table, leaning his head down to hide his face. He'd felt lost before, but he'd hoped he'd never have to feel it at this level again. But everything was falling apart. He wasn't communicating well with anyone here anymore, he was losing his daughter, and his son was about as far from him as he could be.


Aw crap... I didn't count on druggies.

Jason's gun sweeps the room, walking at an angle to work as a team with Katie.

"Hey... dude, what's up with the gun?"

Jason rolls his eyes at the one of the guys near the window.

We could have come in here without any cover at all and Dylan wouldn't even know us.

"Not a sound," he barks.

Get them just nervous enough to stay back but not panic.

"You!" He points to Dylan. "Up!"

Dylan doesn't move, and just rolls his eyes up at him. "Easy on the volume... What's your problem?"

"You." Jason shakes his head in disgust. "Up. Now!"

Dylan grunts and closes his eyes, swearing as he tells Jason just where to go.

Jason grits his teeth. "Alright, that's it." He moves towards Dylan.

The young woman shrieks and goes for a lamp to swing in Jason's direction, but a gun pointed in her face makes her stop. The other two men shrink back in the corner, very scared, but of what, they weren't sure. They weren't sure of anything at this point, and were in no frame of mine to fight off anyone, let alone try. But even so, their fear was more than it should have been, without explanation on their part.

Good job, Hero, just keep 'em at bay.

Jason moves to the couch, not needing to worry about the others, now that Katie had a hold on their fears. Reaching down, he grabs Dylan's collar and yanks him up off the couch.

Dylan stumbles to his knees, tearing a hole in his jeans and cursing again. Jason pulls him by the arm, forcing him to his feet. "Get out of here," Jason growls.

Dylan grunts his disapproval as he hits the door. Everything was spinning, and he felt like flopping down right where he was to rest on he cloud that he'd been on for the last hour. But a swift shove gets him out of the apartment.

"Wyatt, we're coming down. Start the engine."

Katie, you coming? Just shut the door behind ya and lets get out of here. We'll call the cops on them a soon as we're gone so they get busted for whatever it is they're taking.

Back to the van, Dylan is still struggling, but he's no match for Jason's skill and size. Slammed up against the side of the van, he yells his resistance, still having no idea who these people were. He was too far gone to be too scared though, giving him an edge dumb enough to be shoved into the back of the van.

Wyatt doesn't have to be told twice to get out of there as soon as the three are in the van, and he picks up his phone to call in an anonymous tip.

Dylan sprawls on the floor of the van, his glazed eyes looking up at Jason and Katie. His face was pale, and his hair was damp with sweat. It seemed all that could come from his mouth was profanity. He doesn't even bother trying to sit up - it wasn't worth the effort.

Jason sits back and shakes his head.

Nice. Real nice. You know we have to call Mick. I don't think pretending this was a kidnapping is going to have any impact on our little friend here at all.

Smell

Hearing Axel's voice Misty looks up and gives a soft smile looking up from her paper work. Standing and going over to Axel Misty checks his vitles, and than his wrist before backing up a little.

"It went well, no problems and you should heal just fine."

Moving back to her desk for a second Misty write up a script quick before going to Rick.

"Pain pills for Axel if you can fill this for me."

Misty gives a smile before going back to Axel.

"Going to give you some pain killers. And you will be ok. Once your wrist heals again I should have my last bits of tests done, and than we can re damge it all over again but this time we can hope you will at least have mobility again in your hand. The only thing you will have to deal with is pain every now and again kind of like you have tendentious."

Waiting outside the door her own gun drawn Katie nods to Jason. There was no plan, there was no position it was all being played by ear.

As the shot goes off, and Jason enters Katie follows her gun at the ready. Entering Katie's eyes scan the room taking in to where everyone was and they layout. Moving quickly to the left of Jason closer to the people by the window.

"Get down on the ground, now."

Continuing to watch around the room Kaite doesn't feel right and something seemed off. Taking in a deep breath the smell in the room was unreal and it seemed to gage Katie for a moment. and looking cloeser the glased looking eyes would confirm it.

They are high, watch yourself. One can be very unpredictable when like this. Dylan is the worst of them.

Katie's heart seemed to break for the cousin she hardly new. Even if it was his own stupid fault it still hurt to think of the road he had taken.

Stick with the plan, just watch it.

Placing her hand on Sparky's shoulder Rosetta gives a sigh but a smile at the same time. It hurt to hear the way Mick had reacted. What was wrong with him latly?

"You dont need to be sorry Sparky! You have any right here as Mick does and you know that. Thank you for telling Dan to stay. I dont know whats gotten into Mick latly. If anything I am sorry he socked you."

Letting out another sigh and shaking her head Rosetta new she had to go talk to Mick and see if she could get something out of him, or at least calm him down.

"I better go find Mick and talk to him while BJ is busy with Jeff. When you go to the dentist send me the bill. I got it covered for you."

Turning and giving a nod to Angel Rosetta makes her way out of the house and across the yard. She new where Mick more than likly was and headed to the dinning hall.

Entering and seeing Mick staring at the small computer Rosetta just stands in the doorway watching him for a long moment. Finally entering Rosetta walked slowly to a chair next to Mick and sat down just looking at him. She wanted to be mad, but she was going to controlle her temper till at least Mick had a change to talk.

"Mick, I saw Sparky while BJ and I were at Angel's for his check up. Whats going on?"

Break in

Jade nods and swallows hard, wiping her eyes. "Okay." She tries to smile. "If I don't see you before, I'll see you behind the barn."

Watching Dan leave the barn, she bites her lip and just stays by herself for a few minutes before wandering across the ranchyard and down the lane. Maybe Cindy could use some help around the house for a couple hours.


Sparky sits on a stool to let Angel clean him up, wishing he were somewhere else. Wincing a little, he tries to sit still until she's finished. For now, he'd have to eat carefully, then determine if he'd need a dentist.

Remaining seated, Sparky looks down, not answering Rosetta right away. He didn't want to tell her, but he knew he had to.

"Mick caught Dan and Jade kissing." He looks up, lifting his eyebrows momentarily. "Er...making out. I guess at the same time, Mick heard Dan confess his past to Jade. He flipped."

Sparky shrugs. "Told Dan to pack up, and I stepped in. I informed Mick that all Dan's information was in his file and I guess Mick must've thought he read it but never did. I... reminded Mick that Dan wasn't the only one with, um, shortcomings and he socked me. Told Dan again to leave, then walked out to take a phone call."

He stops, his eyes begging for Rosetta's forgiveness. "I told Dan not to leave. It just didn't feel right. Mick won't be happy, I know but..." His eyes drop down. "I just didn;t want to see Dan suffer anymore, or Jade for that matter. I know I probably overstepped my bounds though, so I'm sorry."


Jason snickers at Katie's idea. "I think I like it."

Wyatt quirks an eyebrow. "We could get in trouble for that method, you realize this."

"From who? Mick? Your dad? They'd agree."

Wyatt smirks. "Alright. But let's not take it too far, huh? Just go in, get him out and hightail it to the ranch."

Jason nods. "Agreed. Lets call Mick. We shouldn't need cameras or anything, so we'll just tell him that we'll call him back when we've got Dylan."

It doesn't take long to notify Mick, pack up and leave the hotel. Wyatt drives while Jason and Katie decide on full gear so they'd hardly be recognizable. Holstered guns and the whole bit, they were ready for a kidnapping.

A forty-five minute drive and a map from Scott brings the small team to the apartment complex Reese had directed them to. It wasn't the greatest looking place, but not the worst either. Finding the right apartment is easy.

"Well..." Jason looks up to the second floor. "Ready?"

...to go play mommy and daddy.

Wyatt yawns. "Just go get him. Keep your mics on. I won't stop anybody coming out unless it's Dylan or unless you tell me to stop someone."

Jason grins and pats his arm. "Don't fall asleep."

"Yeah, yeah. Go on, git before I kick you out."

Exiting the Elite vehicle, Jason waits for Katie, pulling his cap down low and cocking his gun.

Once we barge in, latch onto their fear and drive 'em nuts. I'll grab Dylan. If we're lucky, they'll all be so confused that we'll get in and get right back out again.

Slinking up one flight of stairs and to the apartment door, Jason draws his gun, both for show, and in case anyone inside did happen to have a firearm.

Giving a nod to Katie, he turns quickly and gives the door a swift kick. Knowing right where to aim, the door flies open with a bang. "Everybody freeze!"

The first line of sight shows two men, a woman and Dyaln, in the living room. Dylan and the woman were on the couch, the two guys talking near the window. All freeze, though they seem strangely lethargic.

We startled them. Play with it so I can get to Dylan.


Gunner just stands in Hope's doorway, listening. He doesn't come and sit, but it's obvious that he really is listening and not just pretending. His finger still flicks the pop can tab, indicating he wasn't very comfortable with the subject, but he'd been brave enough to come anyway.

Her suggestion makes his eyebrows rise. Funny. A wry grin surfaces. "I do have an offer. You know Bree... her uncle... the one I..." He shrugs, his face one of regret. "Yeah, well, he invited me to stay. Fed me a line about not wanting the house empty when he works nightshift, but the offer was nice. Maybe he saw the same thing you do."

Looking down, he runs the toe of his shoe on the floor. He was glad that she didn't think he needed to go back to Northside. That was a bit of a comfort in itself. "I guess... maybe I never lived a normal life," he admits. He hadn't really thought of that before, but maybe it was true. Being wrapped up in one mission only all of his life... maybe it wasn't so strange now that he was having difficulty adjusting.

Thinking for a couple quiet moments, he finally nods, glancing back up to Hope. "Thanks. I'll... figure it out."

Nodding again, he turns to head back to his cubicle, opening his pop on the way.


Axel lies on his side, the meds starting to wear off. His eyes gradually open, everything around him seeming a little blurry. It takes him a few minutes to move, blinking and looking around the infirmary to get his bearings.

Licking his dry lips, he rolls over just a little, finally spotting Misty. Mumbling something incoherent, a little grin surfaces. Gibberish wasn't what he was planning to say, but his tongue didn't seem to want to work.

Moving his hand slightly, he sees the bandage. There was a numbing pain, but he'd known that surgery on the nerves could be painful. Finally he's able to get his mouth to work enough to say something, though it's a bit slurred. "Hey, Doc... howsthe... thing... surgery... go?"