"What the bloody hell were you doing? Coming in here like that? I could have killed you!" Rollie yelled, his surprise and then his guilt at hitting his own father had raised conflicting emotions in him as he tried to get his adrenaline under control.

"Think you have, my boy….think I hear Gideon’s trumpet…um, that smarts..." Dingo’s eyes fluttered as Angie looked up at Rollie and said sternly;

"Call 911. I don’t know what to do here, Rollie!"

"NO!" was the universal response from both Tylers as Angie looked at them both in bizarre surprise.

"Okay…fine! Whatever…" she said, putting Dingo’s head down on the floor and standing up, "My son is crying upstairs. I think I will just go up and try to console him."

She marched off, as the girls sat on the floor beside Dingo, Rebecca holding his hand as Ashley patted his forehead.

"You’ve got quite a harem, here- Rol. I know you haven’t been in the creating mode this long?"

"No, these are Francis Gatti’s little girls. We are watching them for the night as their sister is in the hospital," Rollie explained, seeing that his father was starting to breathe easier and the jokester was still there.

"Callie jumps up and down and shakes!" Ashley told Dingo, patting him again as Dingo smiled and tried to sit up;

"Ohhh, nice swing, son…I'll remember that, the next time I try that way in…but you know- I couldn’t bloody well come in the front. Not with that Latino bit…" and Rollie’s eyes were warning him to watch what he said to his listening audience. Dingo then continued, stammering slightly at the most incredible pairs of large brown eyes. The Gatti girls were watching every move he made; "as I was saying, bit of pure evil…eh? She has been watching my every move."

"Yes, we rather got some of her earlier this evening when I tried to pay a visit to you in Queens. We got handcuffed, pushed to the ground- the girls here, roughed up a bit and Aidan pulled from Angie like a rag doll. All in all, not the best of times!" Rollie said, his voice rising as Angie appeared at the bottom of the steps with a calm Aidan in her arms.

Dingo shook his head; "Sorry about that, Rollie. She’s been on me for over a year now, following me and trying to get me to deal with her. She’s got a fire in her belly, that one!"

"Um, speaking of fire, I’d like you to meet your grandson, Aidan…" Rollie interrupted as Angie came forward with their babbling son.

"Ah, well- here’s something, a little scrapper…" Dingo remarked, grinning and getting up, his face contorting somewhat as he found his legs and stood, weaving a bit.

"Why don’t you sit on the couch there, I’ll bring Aidan to you," Angie told him as he reached out to hold Aidan. Dingo dutifully complied and sat, giving a big sigh as he clutched his chest and waited. The picture of Aidan placed in his father’s arms was almost a Kodak moment, Rollie thought as he watched two generations of Tylers size each other up.

"Big boy, he is…mother’s milk fed, I see," Dingo remarked as Angie blushed slightly. She had stopped breast-feeding Aidan when he cut his first tooth about a month ago; "Hi there, got your grandmother’s eyes, all sparkles of brown and green in them, a Tyler nose," and he held him up, Aidan on tiptoe on his knees.

"He’s going to walk soon, I see," Dingo added as Angie smiled, for Aidan had already been balancing himself by holding on to things and moving around.

"Yes, he’s going to surprise us very shortly," Angie said, smiling as Dingo looked from her to Rollie and then back to Aidan.

"You got the best of both in you, lad. I’d say you’ll be making the fairer sex's hearts melt before you know it!" Dingo chuckled as he smiled, taking Aidan to his chest and holding him in a hug. Aidan giggled and then squealed loudly as Rollie put his finger in his ear.

"Whoa! Now that’s some set of lungs! This boy is definitely going to be a singer…"

"No, no crooners here…" Rollie quickly replied, dashing that idea as Dingo laughed.

"Angie, love- has Rollie sung for his supper yet for you?" Dingo looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. Angie looked a little confused as she noted Rollie’s uneasiness.

"No, he sings?" Angie looked at Rollie, folding her arms across her chest. In all the years they had known each other, she had never heard Rollie actually sing other than doing Elvis or goofing around.

"Like the wind…his mum used to say he had the voice of an angel," Dingo said, his mind trailing off to the past as Rollie tried to change the direction of the conversation.

"So, what are we going to do about this drug you are selling here illegally?" Rollie asked, as Dingo lost that happy moment in time and scowled.

"It’s a great drug, it’s homeopathic, you know- natural. I can’t understand why the government here is so up in arms. It has been working miracles on people with neurologic type things. Why, the poor blokes with Epilepsy have taken this and stop having them seizures completely!"

"Epilepsy! Callie has Epilepsy!" Rebecca remarked, her little face coming from behind Rollie as she looked at Dingo with a smile suddenly. Ashley moved up and peered from behind Angie, her shyness overcoming her.

"Well, don’t know who Callie is…but she could stop having those things if she took this drug! The expense of this is minimal compared to what the big pharma-suits charge for their drugs. The demand for it has increased like you wouldn’t believe! Rollie! I am rolling in the green stuff. I’m not about to let this FBI woman get me to turn over on my connection. It doesn’t harm people and I make out like a bandit."

"You are a bandit, in this country! You know she bugged me. I led them straight to your motel room there. They were all over us," Rollie told him, his tone revealing his anger.

"I slid out the bathroom window. Heard the knocking, and you know I can smell FBI and cops a good mile away. Sorry, son!" Dingo offered his apologies as Angie came over and took Aidan from him as she realized what he had just finished doing.

"Bloody awful, he’s got a dunnie in his kit!" Dingo said, making a face as the Gatti girls both held their noses. Angie rolled her eyes and walked past them all. Rollie chuckled and looked back at Dingo. His father looked tired and worn out from being on the run and hiding out so much.

"You have to stop this running around. It’s going to get you killed, you know?" Rollie told him, sitting down on the couch across from his father as the girls sat down on either side of him, their eyelids drooping. Their day had been full of surprises.

"Yeah, know that, Rol. I know that you don’t want me here. No doubt, that Serrano woman is gearing her way over here now."

"I don’t think she will show up now but I do think it’s time you stopped passing out illegal drugs in the States, don’t you?"

"This is where the money is, Rol. I’m not greedy but there are people who want this stuff. It helps and I want to make them happy. Can’t you see that? I am finally doing something good!"

"Good and illegal and it doesn’t hurt if you get paid in the meanwhile, does it?" Rollie asked, shaking his head in resignation.

"I have a dollar. Can I buy some for my sister? I want her to stop shaking," Rebecca asked, out of the blue as both men looked at her in surprise.

"Rebecca, I think it’s time you and your sister got back into bed, okay? Don’t mind what Dingo is talking about. It’s not a real medicine that would be good for Callie. The doctors have medicine for Callie. She is getting better, okay?" Rollie told her, as he stood up, giving his father a warning sign.

Dingo shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her, waving as Rollie led her and Ashley back to the guestroom.

When he came back out, Dingo had stretched out on the couch and was fast asleep. Rollie pulled the afghan over his father, wondering what fate was awaiting him this time. He had to get Dingo out of the loft or he would be an accessory, he knew that. Angie came up behind him and touched his shoulder.

"I know," Rollie whispered to her, "I’ll tell him to leave as soon as he wakes up. Don’t worry!"

"Wasn’t going to say anything about that," Angie replied, in a matched whisper, "I’m just glad he got to see Aidan. I know you missed him after we got married. It’s amazing, by now- you’d think he’d be in some corner, sucking his thumb after all the things he’s been through in his life. Yet, here he is, another scheme and another dilemma." She shook her head, looking from Dingo to Rollie. She could see it in Rollie’s eyes, his own struggle with love for his father.

"Come on, time for bed. We have to get him out of here tomorrow without Elena or her crew seeing him here. Just like old times, Rol…the loft under surveillance, someone in trouble…I am sorta missing the old days." Angie winked at him and he shook his head. Sometimes, Angie said some pretty ironic things.

Francis Gatti had called in, telling the watch he was sick that morning. Callie was still touch and go, with the medication not able to fully control her breakthrough seizures. He worried about brain damage. He worried about the alternatives as well. He knew his insurance wouldn’t pay for the surgery that her doctor has also mentioned. It was just out of the realm of experimental and even the doctor said, it didn’t always work. He sat outside the room, running his hands through his short hair. Sarah was asleep inside, curled up in a chair beside Callie.

"So, here you are!"

Francis looked up, moaning as he recognized the voice before seeing the face. Mira Sanchez was sipping some coffee and handed another cup to him.

"How’d you find me?" he asked as she sat down beside him.

"I’m a cop, you know…besides, no one at home- gotta be at a hospital. You never call in sick. Plus, I heard about a bust in Queens last night by the FBI. Seems two of your girls were there with Rollie and Angie. Something about a drug bust….?"

"WHAT?"

Francis stood up, his face ashen as she smiled and tugged on her arm; "Hey, don’t worry. Apparently, they were mistaken for some dealer. Everything is cool, Francis."

"I’m calling Rollie!" Francis said, walking away from her.

"Francis? What’s going on, you going to tell me?" Mira asked as Sarah suddenly appeared at the door of the room. She saw Mira and smiled.

"Hi Mira, Francis tell you about Callie?" Sarah asked, putting a hand to her stiff neck and massaging it.

"Um, not exactly….can I see her?" and Mira walked into the hospital room as Sarah filled her in on Callie.

Rollie and Angie both woke with a start. They scrambled out of bed, Angie checking to see that Aidan was still fast asleep in his crib. They then went downstairs to check on the girls. Rebecca was in the kitchen, feeding Ashley some cereal. There was milk spilled on the table and the cereal box lay on its side, half the contents scattered across the floor.

"Oops! I didn’t know where your broom was!" Rebecca said, her voice elevated and terrified as she burst into tears.

"Oh sweetie, that’s okay. I’m just sorry I didn’t get up like your mommy and get your breakfast for you," Angie said, hugging her as Rollie looked over at the couch. It was empty.

"Your daddy left," Ashley said, crunching on her cereal and slurping the milk up on her spoon.

"He did?" Rollie said, trying not to show his disappointment to her as he looked around, possibly- Dingo had left a note.

"He said to tell you that he was on his way to see a man about a horse," Rebecca chimed in, smiling now as Angie swept up the spilled cereal and dumped it in the trash.

Rollie smiled, for he could just see Dingo telling Rebecca to tell him that. A sudden rap on the door alerted them all as Angie felt a knot form in her stomach. Was Serrano going to barge in now, looking for Dingo again?

Rollie looked at the surveillance camera and smiled. It was Francis.

"Hey Francis, how’s Callie?" he asked, greeting him as Francis walked straight past him, spying his girls in the kitchen with Angie.

"Get your things together, Rebecca- Ashley, come on. We have to leave right now," Francis said, not making eye contact with Rollie or Angie.

The girls both grinned, happy to see their father but Angie and Rollie were completely miffed.

"Er, Francis, what’s the matter?" Rollie asked, trying to stop him as he walked right past him toward the guestroom where the girls had run to gather their things.

"Rollie… right now, hey- just don’t talk to me. I thank you for taking the girls for us, but, after finding out they were involved in some drug bust with the FBI and the girls were scared to death…do you know that the entire precinct knows about this? Where do you get off, taking my kids to a meet with your drug-pushing father?" Francis was livid, but he clamped up as the girls raced back out with their clothes on and smiling.

"Francis, we didn’t know, I’m so sorry, really!" Angie added, her face reddening.

Francis just put his hand up as if to silence her. Angie hung her head and stopped. Rollie continued to follow him toward the door.

"Francis? Please, I want to tell you what happened last night…"

"No! I have too much on my mind right now. I can’t talk to you right now, you hear? Just leave it alone!" Francis replied, his voice snapping as both girls jumped. He realized his tone was scaring them and then smiled at them.

"Come on, guys- your sister wants to see you," he told them in a softer voice as he opened the loft door and let them out in front of him. He didn’t look back at Rollie. The door shut with a slam, leaving Rollie and Angie staring at the dust stirred by the rapid commotion.

Rollie sighed as Angie came over and hugged him; "Guess we are the worst parents in the world, huh?"

"You were right, Ange. You wanted to bring them back here first and stay with them. I should have listened to you."

"No use in thinking about that now," she replied, but she worried that her friendship with Sarah had suffered as well now.

Riding back toward the hospital, Rebecca Gatti sat in the back seat of the car. Ashley sat up front with her father. He was very quiet and she knew he was angry about something but he had told her that he really wanted both of them to just be quiet. Her small mouth was in a pout as she turned back in the seat to see Rebecca pulling something out of her pocket.

Rebecca saw her sister looking and put her finger to her lips, mouthing "secret" to her as Ashley grinned and nodded.

"Ashley, turn around in your seat and behave!" Francis ordered and Ashley immediately turned and resumed her pout.

Rebecca, watching her father’s eyes in the rear view mirror, waited until he had stopped looking back at her before she pulled out her prize again.

In her hand, she held a small vial of tiny pellets. She tried to read the words for the medicine but they were long and hard. "Rhus toxi…conum" she said, trying to pronounce the medicine, in a whisper. She looked up again to see if her father was looking. She put the vial back in her pocket and smiled. She was going to make her sister all better. The man that was Rollie’s father had said this medicine made the shaking go away. He was nice and funny too. He had a whole briefcase full of the vials. He wouldn’t miss this one and besides, she had left him a dollar in the case to pay for it. It wasn’t stealing…