Rollie talked little, he seemed to listen mainly and acknowledge with a "yes" or "yeah" rarely. He looked at Angie, who realized that it was not news about Aidan but probably Elena Serrano from his tone. She stood up slowly from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Rollie could hear her, knew she was sick to her stomach and he shut his eyes wishing he could do something for her.

Angie was washing her face at the sink when he entered and he put a cold washcloth to the back of her neck when she started to gag again, tears springing to her eyes as he helped support her.

"Why am I doing this? Damn it!" Angie muttered, her voice high as she felt her throat burn.

Rollie took the cloth and put it over her forehead and she leaned against him, so tiny to him now as he brought her back out toward the bed.

"Lay down, come on…there now- I’ll tell you what Serrano wanted and you can get sick all over again…" he told her, knowing that hiding anything from her was useless.

She lay there, looking up at him, his gentle face marred by the dark circles under his eyes and she reached up and stroked his cheek.

"Just tell me, Rol…" she started and he leaned down and buried his face in her neck and shoulder, against her pillow. She really had not heard him cry like this, never…it was almost a defeated, child-like cry and she held him whispering that it would be all right.

He finally raised his head up as she kissed him softly and he laid his head against her shoulder and chest, sighing then;

"Elena has coordinated with Mira and Francis. Since Vanduran has been in California for the past month, Mira is running the show out of the precinct. Elena wants to turn Dingo loose to meet up with Lindquist so that they can continue the round-up…"

"Why would that upset you so?" Angie asked, curiously as she stroked his hair.

"That doesn’t…she also told me…um, that …" and he raised his head up, to look in her eyes and she stopped breathing then, "they found some bodies…out in the harbor, there were some children and a baby!"

Angie sat up straight in the bed as Rollie got up with her. She looked at him in shock but shook her head; "NO!"

"She wants us to come down with Francis and Sarah and take a look at them, for identifying…"

"NO! He’s not dead! I would know!"

"I know, we both would, sweetie…but, she needs us to still come down there."

"I don’t have to go, I know."

Rollie wiped his eyes with his sleeve and got up off the bed as she hugged her arms in front of her.

"Get dressed, okay? Let’s just get this over with…then, Dingo will be another matter."

"I don’t want to hear about that!" Angie snapped out the words and got up, changing rapidly into clothes, running a brush through her hair once and dropped it on the bed.

"I know, okay- I’ll tell you later," he said, softly and changed his shirt, tucking in the shirttail and followed her down the stairs.

Francis and Sarah Gatti arrived at the city morgue just seconds before Rollie and Angie. They stood in front of the main door to the lab, waiting for Serrano who was inside the diener’s portion of the lab, waiting for them. Sarah and Angie immediately hugged each other but Francis would not look at Rollie so he chose to look toward the door that would swing forward soon enough…eternity seemed short compared to this wait.

"Detective Gatti, Mrs. Gatti?" Serrano’s voice and her face appeared through the door as she motioned for them to enter and Sarah released Angie who stood back, Rollie holding her by the shoulders.

Rollie and Angie stood waiting, Angie grasping Rollie’s hand so tightly that she was making his knuckles turn white. Hearing Sarah Gatti scream out, only intensified her hold on Rollie as Serrano appeared at the door again and motioned for them to come in. They followed her with trepidation and were shown into another room, a small exam room where a stretcher was parked, a sheet covering a small body. The diener stood beside the stretcher and at Serrano’s nod, lifted the sheet.

In all of his F/X days and doing make-up for the acting dead and horror creature films, Rollie knew nothing was as real as this- for death stared up at them in the form of this small, deteriorating little body as Angie shook her head. Rollie had to step forward and as he did, he knew it wasn’t Aidan either. The hair, although somewhat tangled in the macerated scalp was not Aidan’s color, nor was it wavy. It was hard to tell what face had been on this child and he turned away as Angie put her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. Aidan was still alive but at the same time, she realized that this child was someone else’s.

Serrano met them at the door and smiled then as Rollie told her no. She escorted them out into the hallway and then led them down toward a conference room. Inside, Sarah and Francis were already seated. Sarah was crying and Francis was red-eyed around the eyes himself.

"Oh God, no!" Angie murmured but Sarah shook her head, to forewarn her.

"It wasn’t them, and I am happy, God help me!" Sarah cried out, as Angie once again, came over and hugged her. Francis looked over at Rollie, but the good will of their wives was not infectious between them.

"I want everyone to sit down here now and listen to me," Elena began as Angie broke from Sarah and came to sit beside Rollie across the table from the Gatti’s, "I know this has been very hard on all of you, so I will be brief. From what I have been told from the scene and further investigation, there is no proof that anyone abducted your children."

"There’s no other scenario," Francis interrupted, his mind refusing to think otherwise, "my girls would not go out in the middle of the night, much less with a baby. There is no reason for them to do this!"

"That may seem so, but Dingo Tyler believes it would have been illogical for Lindquist and his group to have taken them given the short notice that Angie had escaped them and Rollie had not returned to meet with them."

"Don’t mention that son-of-a-bitch’s name again!" Francis warned Serrano, looking at Rollie with such hurt and anger. Rollie only lowered his head and looked at his hands as Sarah chastised Francis for his words in a low, pressured voice. Angie seemed oblivious to it all as she asked the most important question of all at this time;

"What about the vial? The vial that was left in Callie’s bed? Did anyone do a tox evaluation on it?" Angie looked over at Sarah and Francis and then to Serrano.

"It’s being handled at this moment downtown. Mira Sanchez is going to call me as soon as she hears. For now, I must tell you, that from the description of Mr. Dingo Tyler’s drug case, we know that a one dollar bill was found inside it and that Mr. Tyler does not know where it came from. He further states that one vial was missing when we checked the case again this morning," Elena answered, as Rollie suddenly remembered something from the night Dingo had come to the loft.

"That night at the loft, Angie! Rebecca asked Dingo if she could buy a vial of the homeopathic medicine with a dollar bill! Do you remember that?" His face had a look of urgency and surprise and Angie rolled her eyes.

"Yes! She wanted to buy it to stop Callie from shaking, as she put it. You don’t think she went into the case and took one?" Angie asked and looked to Serrano who was nodding her head.

"This makes better sense…that Rebecca Gatti took a vial for her sister. I am getting fingerprints on that dollar bill as we speak…Detective Gatti, I will need some samples from your house as well." Elena looked at Francis who seemed to smolder in his chair as Sarah nodded her head.

"It does make sense. Rebecca was extremely upset that Callie might have to go back to the hospital. She was always taking care of Callie, even before we knew she had epilepsy. She has a very strong sense of mothering…she did excuse herself from the table early last night to be with Callie…" Sarah was saying, her mind racing.

"The vial was empty! You’re saying my own daughter tried to treat her sister? Where would she get an idea that this vial could help?" Francis asked, his eyes darting over to Rollie who lowered his, looking at his hands and then, in a low voice spoke;

"Dingo told me that the Rhus Toxiconum was breaking new ground in treating neurologic stuff like epilepsy and palsy stuff. I guess Rebecca put two and two together…"

"That bastard put heroin in those vials and was distributing it! In front of my children!" Francis retorted, standing up.

"That’s not true, he would never endanger a child’s life, he wouldn’t!" Rollie answered, standing up, the pulse in his neck throbbing as Angie rose, trying to pull him back into his seat.

Sarah was trying to get Francis to sit down when the door opened and Mira Sanchez walked in, an envelope in her hand. Elena Serrano took a deep breath and Mira stood at the end of the table, seeing the anger, the tears and put her envelope down on the table.

With all eyes on her, she smiled and every heart in the room started to beat again;

"The vial contained only traces of Rhus Toxiconum…no Heroin. This was a dummy vial. If any or all of this vial was ingested by Callie, it would not harm her in the least. I have just gotten off the line with the toxicology department."

"Oh God, thank you!" Sarah cried out, clasping Francis’s hand as she kissed him and he smiled at her for once.

Rollie murmured his relief as Angie bit her lip and silently wiped a tear from her cheek. All the heartache in this room and the anger were taking their toll on her. She looked at Mira who grabbed her hand and then looked at Sarah and Francis, her smile fading.

"The prints on the vial…they belong to Rebecca. I took prints at the house before we left this morning on a hunch…" she told Francis particularly who then hung his head.

"Why would she do this?" he asked, confused and hurt.

"She wants Callie to be cured…not just treated," Sarah said suddenly, her eyes blankly looking toward Angie, "she took Aidan too, because I guess she felt like he had been abandoned. She heard us talking and worrying about where the two of you were…"

"I didn’t help," Mira added, "I said something stupid. I guess she could have overheard me." She looked sheepishly at Rollie and felt the blood rise in her cheeks.

"What Mira?" Rollie asked, trying not to judge her with the sound of his voice. He desperately wanted any clues that might help them find Aidan and the girls.

"I said something to the effect of …well, Aidan might be better up growing with the Gatti’s where he had plenty of sisters to take care of him…I know! It was stupid and I was just not thinking," Mira said, her voice apologetic.

Angie’s eyes teared up again as Rollie touched her on the shoulder. He knew she would take it as a jab against her as a mother and he knew she would literally die for her son. She had climbed out of a bloody silo and escaped from some very dangerous drug dealers to get back to him.

Mira could see the damage already as she shook her head and then, with further information to share, told them that they had found the body of a woman, believed now to be the mother of the children found in the harbor, washed up against the bridge.

All seemed quiet in the room then as Rollie asked what plans the FBI and the local precinct had for searching for the children. Even Francis seemed more animated and joined in the conversation now with the results of the vial. Elena filled them in on what was happening at the moment but it was all a blur for Angie as she got up, moving toward the door. She ignored Mira’s offer to talk, walked by Sarah who rose and quietly, left the room. She left the morgue, the terrible ordeal of looking at that poor dead child; the anger and hurt in that conference room. She got in the car, pulled out her keys and left, leaving Rollie and everyone behind.

Callie stirred, feeling Aidan Tyler’s wet, gooey fingers against her arm, and she sat up. Rebecca smiled at her as she noted her sister was awake and looked happy.

"Why are we here?" she asked Rebecca, as Ashley stirred on the end of the bench that had once been a rather ornate pew.

"We’re hiding until you get better. You need to take the rest of your medicine now," Rebecca told her, firmly. She took her locket and placing it in the palm of her hand, opened it, releasing the rest of the pills from the vial. She handed them to Callie who promptly took them as instructed. Aidan was getting fussy and she pulled him up to a sitting position and made a face.

"He needs his diaper changed again!" she told Rebecca.

"Okay, I will do it again, but I want both you and Ashley to watch this time so that you can help me do this, okay?"

Both sisters nodded and Rebecca expertly, grabbed the diaper bag and began to lay out her materials. She had watched her own mother do this plenty of times with Ashley who held her hands in her lap, making a face.

"I have to go, bad!" Ashley said, standing up and starting to dance around.

"Okay, okay- everyone has to go. Go over there to the corner by that sink there. You can use that," Rebecca told her, pointed to the small baptismal. Both Callie and Ashley made a beeline for it, each taking a turn. After fixing Aidan, Rebecca gave him a cracker to gnaw as she too, relieved herself. Finding her house now in order, she helped feed her two sisters with their reserve peanut butter stock and crackers. Aidan made small steps up and down the pew, holding onto it and babbled as the girls ate their meal.

"How are you feeling?" Rebecca asked Callie, who smiled and shook her head from side to side;

"My head isn’t dizzy anymore…" she answered and bit into another cracker as Ashley groaned.

"My baby Annie isn’t here! Where is she?" The smallest Gatti looked very unhappy as Rebecca realized that they had left her security doll at the house. Suddenly, Ashley’s wails broke her perfect picture of taking care of everyone and being self sufficient. It would be a long night.

"Hey," said Rollie, coming up behind Angie as she sat in the front pew of the Chapel of St. Columba at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. It was here, in this cathedral, in this chapel that they had married over two years ago. The chapel still smelled of lavender from her memories of that day. She turned slightly, her face reddened, her eyes swollen from crying.

"How’d you know?" she asked, as he slipped in beside her and put his arm around her, kissing her forehead and wiping her tears from her cheeks with his fingertips.

"You’re part of me, Angie…I knew you were going somewhere where you felt that closeness with all of us, you, me, Mangela and yeah, Manny too. Here, we started on that path…" and he took his hand and placed it to hers as she remembered the tie that bound them during the handfasting ceremony, "and from here, we have made a wonderful son, a beautiful boy that you brought into my life. You sacrificed so much for me and I…" and his voice began to tremble now as her eyes spilled with renewed tears, "will go to the ends of the world for you and for Aidan. Do you hear me? We are going to find them! I will walk around those neighborhoods till the end of time, looking for him. Don’t you think one more thought about not being the best mother in the world. I love you so much, Angela…you must know I would…"

But she stopped him from speaking further by putting her fingers to his lips and then hugged him tightly as he pulled her up in his arms. Before the silence of humanity and the chorus of spirituality of their joined songlines, they knew their path was one again. Past, present and future revolved around them as they stood now by the altar of their union.

Dingo Tyler was brought back into the observation room at Marchard that night. Elena Serrano was waiting, sitting at the table as he walked in, his face long and saddened by what he had heard had transpired with the Gatti girls.

"I have news…" Elena said to him as he sat down, his depression deep as he barely made eye contact.

Dingo looked up at her, his eyes redlined and blurry. He felt as though his whole world had been sucked out beneath him.

"The vial contained your homeopathic drug, not heroin…" she continued and then smiled suddenly, as his eyes brightened and she could see Rollie Tyler’s eyes mirrored in Dingo’s.

"Thank God!" he said, and sighed deeply.

"Now, the children are still missing but we now think that they went on their own and not by your friend’s hands. And now, that brings me to why I am here again….want to tell me the truth now about what’s going on here?"