Aidan had clung to her during the exam, as he wailed and smacked at the physician who had checked him out. The physician had been somewhat surprised at his defense but Angie had very angrily told the doctor that with what her child had been through, she was happy to see that he had reacted this way.
 
 

"I’m being a very protective mom, aren’t I?" she told him, when they had been left alone for a moment, as she stared into Aidan’s hazel, tearful eyes. He reached out and touched her mouth;
 
 

"Mama…"
 
 

"Yep, that’s me, sweetie," she replied, smiling and hugged him as he grunted slightly and giggled as she kissed his sweet, little neck.
 
 

Now, asleep and side-rails up, she watched him and wondered why this had all happened? She wanted to ask Rebecca Gatti what had happened but then again, the natural defenses of a mother such as Sarah Gatti would be to let her child rest and be left alone until she was ready to talk. She agreed with that but the answers were still gnawing at her.
 
 

She waited for Rollie and some answers. The shock of seeing Rolph as one of the operatives in the van, and then, to see Michael! Dingo playing along with both of them and Elena Serrano bound and gagged? Maybe now was a good time to speak with Rollie about moving to California…to set-up shop anew in that thriving Mecca. They would leave New York with all this deception and go to where she and Rollie could make some real headway. All these thoughts ran through her mind and her only conclusion was that she trusted Rollie Tyler and only him.

Mira climbed up the steps into the van and stopped. Rollie waited for the scream but it did not come. Following up behind her, she stood just past the driver’s seat, staring at the face of Michael Sanchez.
 
 

"So, we meet again," she said, her voice not revealing one bit of surprise.
 
 

Rollie stared incredulously at the two of them and then sat in the driver’s seat, his mind reeling as he kept his mouth shut and just listened.
 
 

"The funeral was nice, I hear," the fake Michael commented as she nodded and looked down at the floor. Dingo and Rolph sat to the back of the van, quiet and somewhat miserable, especially seeing how Rollie was taking in everything. Dingo could see his son’s face, the horrible shock and disappointment etched across it.
 
 

"Yeah, I sorta finally got to say good-bye, you know…to Michael, you remember him, don’t you? You killed him? Never able to actually have a funeral for my real husband was always bugging me…like the government owed him and then, thanks to you- at least that part of my life was able to close. Of course, that poor bastard that Brabon killed right in front of the Tylers sure didn’t know he was meant for that in your final plans, did he? At least, HE got a proper burial, huh?"
 
 

"Mira, you knew what I was up against there at the end, in the hospital…I couldn’t let Rollie be duped and his son used as bait. I also needed to get those implants out of Rollie. I was just as surprised as you that Eckmiller was the orchestrator of all this mess on Pollepel. Shit, I led Rollie right to the bastard. Thank God, Rolph was in position and got Rollie out of there…I did take care of Eckmiller finally."
 
 

"Yes, I heard…and you could have told me about Rolph, you know!" Mira said, folding her arms across her chest as Rolph looked down, not meeting her eyes.
 
 

"He was deep cover…and like me, genuinely wanted to help Tyler. He…" and the fake Michael looked over to Rollie and gave somewhat of a lop-sided smile as Mira followed his stare and finally looked at Rollie as well; "he’s virtually made my movements and my goals succeed."
 
 

"Yeah, well…I’m sure he is very appreciative of helping you- and now, I’m laid open as well, thanks a lot!" Mira responded as Rollie rubbed his eyes and grew angrier by the second.
 
 

"I’m pulling this van outta here! My son, remember him? We’re going to the hospital and then, once I’m out that door, you can roll out of here and go to hell! Take my father, that is if he IS my father and get out of my life! Take my van as well, since you obviously are in need of it and the equipment. Just leave me alone, leave my family alone!" Rollie was yelling, his resentment so deep and stinging that he literally did not want to look at any of them ever again. There were so many questions he had still but he just wanted to be rid of them. He pulled the van out of park with a jerking motion, sending Mira into the fake Michael’s steadying arms and headed for the hospital. Behind him, he heard nothing but silence. No one attempted to approach him as he drove with the mental blinders he had put up as defense.
 
 

Once he pulled into the emergency area of the hospital, he stopped the van with a rapid jerk again, got up rapidly and started down the steps of the van.
 
 

"WAIT!" Dingo’s voice called out to him and the blinders were defeated as he glared at his father racing toward him; "Rollie, give me time later to explain what is going on, son! Please!"
 
 

"As far as I’m concerned, old man, you’re dead to me. My only concern is Elena…what you have planned for her…but I leave that in the capable hands of the incredible Detective Mira Sanchez and her, um- whatever companion!" Rollie said to him, his voice so pressured and angered, that Dingo was taken back.
 
 

He slammed the door to the van, leaving his father inside with the other conspirators. One day, he would ask maybe, why they had used him, what was so important about him…and why they had not let him in on this elaborate, twisted plot. At this moment, he had only one direction he wanted to go and he chose leaving them all behind and falling into the arms of the one person he could trust in this life.
 
 

"Angie!" he shouted, seeing her outside the observation room as a nurse had escorted him down the hallway to Aidan’s room.
 
 

"Rollie! He’s okay!" she replied and jumped into his arms as he spun her around and held onto her for dear life itself.
 
 

Angie hugged his neck, heard the bounding heartbeat from her husband’s chest as he finally released her and together, they walked into Aidan’s room and watched him sleep.
 
 

Sometime later, they sat huddled in the corner of the room, speaking in soft whispers as Rollie told Angie of the conversations on the van. Angie was shocked but strangely, she felt so removed at the moment. Her entire nucleus was here in this room. As she stared into Rollie’s eyes, she grew silent as he stopped talking suddenly as well.
 
 

"I want to leave New York, Rollie…" she finally said as tears welled in her eyes.
 
 

He blinked but then rested his concentration back into her crystal blue eyes and absorbed her words. He leaned over, pulling her from her chair into his lap and seated there together, he kissed her softly, shutting his eyes and held her tightly.
 
 

"Angie, you just say when…"
 
 

"When…."

Elena Serrano was blindfolded. They had traveled some distance, she knew and through the chaotic episode she had gotten herself into, she realized that all of this was much bigger than Lindquist. She also knew that Dingo Tyler was much more than he had seemed and Rollie….she didn’t know what had happened to him and why, dear God, he hadn’t helped her? Her mind was so jumbled with fear, anger and humiliation.

Aidan was able to go home eight hours after observation. Other than mild dehydration and a layer of dirt, he was deemed healthy. Angie and Rollie did not see Sarah or Francis in the hospital. Rollie had found out that Callie was very stable, was not seizing, and had apparently not had any episodes since the girls had disappeared. They had released her as well as Rebecca Gatti who had suffered four broken ribs and bruises.
 
 

Angie showered first as Rollie watched Aidan in their bed back at the loft. He wanted his son close and upon hearing Aidan babble "mama" incessantly, he had already started on a program to get "dada" out of him next. As Angie appeared from the bathroom, hearing Rollie coach Aidan, she chuckled softly and jumped on the bed, grabbing Aidan and kissing him all over.
 
 

Rollie sighed at his disappointing pupil so far, took his own shower and upon return to the room, found his son and wife curled up, asleep in their bed. Very gently, he crawled in as well, completing the bond as he reached out and pulled them closer to him; his arm encircled Angie with Aidan between them. Sleep came almost instantly.

Elena’s blindfold was removed. Although the light was blinding, she concentrated and requested water, which was given to her. Once she took in a deep breath, her bindings were removed and the light was lowered. She blinked and then concentrated on the images in front of her; she could make out a man that she swore looked a lot like Michael Sanchez and in the back, seated in a observation position, was Lindquist.
 
 

"Okay, what’s the deal?" she asked, her voice still dry and cracking.
 
 

"The deal, Assistant Director Serrano is…you listen carefully. You say nothing."
 
 

"Alright but can I ask one question?"
 
 

There was silence from the Michael Sanchez lookalike and she decided to continue;
 
 

"Is Rollie Tyler okay? You guys didn’t kill him, did you?"
 
 

"Your concern for Tyler is not relevant. He is, however, home with his family. Now, let’s get beyond that, say nothing more and listen!"
 
 

She nodded, relieved that Rollie was okay. In the craziness being knocked out, tied up and hearing all kinds of voices and commotion, she had not been sure. She let her training take over now…she did as she was instructed.

Rollie woke, alone in the bed and he sat up, startled but then relaxed as he heard Angie talking to Aidan downstairs. He could smell food cooking and smiled.
 
 

"And what are we having for breakfast?" he asked, coming into the kitchen with a wondrous smile on his face. Angie grinned as she turned off the burner, scooping out the last egg and placing it on a plate. He looked at the sumptuous meal already placed on the table and grinned; "Johnny cakes, mmmm, eggs, bacon, sausage….my heart and cholesterol be still!"
 
 

"We can manage it once in a while," Angie remarked, as Rollie rubbed the top of Aidan’s wild curls and sat down beside his highchair. Aidan was already deep into pancakes and syrup as it drizzled down his chin and he smacked the surface of his highchair table, sending food to the floor.
 
 

"Ah, life is somewhat back to normal…" Rollie commented with an eyebrow raised to Angie who smiled back silently and served him his plate.
 
 

"Yep, and I think very soon, we will have some visitors…so I took the precaution of turning off the sound of the video surveillance so that we don’t have any familiar voices begging us to let them come inside," she told him, warningly.
 
 

"Smart girl…" Rollie told her and dug into his plate. He didn’t want to see a soul.

Mira Sanchez was contemplating her next move. Rollie had been told just the surface of what was going on and the history of her and ‘Michael’. She knew he was licking his wounds and wouldn’t probably want to talk to her right now. She also knew that ‘Michael’ was still working on Elena Serrano somewhere out of the city. She put in a call to Francis to properly follow-up on how he and Sarah were doing and asked about the girls. She was happy to hear that Callie had not had a seizure since before the girls had wandered off and she was relieved to hear that Ashley Gatti had begun to talk again after being reunited with her sisters.
 
 

After placing a preliminary call to Rollie and getting no answer, just the voice message, she decided she would try to see him in person. Hurting and betrayed was something that she had been through…but would he be able to rise above it and let her in….?

"Rollie…." Angie called out to him as he sat in the floor with Aidan, playing blocks with him.
 
 

"Yeah?"
 
 

"Mira is at the door….she’s pretty persistent."
 
 

"So what? I don’t want to talk to her, Angie."
 
 

"Uh, maybe you should…after all, she’s lived with this kind of thing for over five years…it might help to understand from her prospective what’s been going on, don’t you think?"
 
 

"I thought you didn’t want to be disturbed as well?"
 
 

"Yeah, I thought so…but the more I think about it now, the angrier I get! If I can’t hear it from whatever his name is, I’d much rather hear it from Mira…"
 
 

Rollie sat there for a moment, debating the issue and finally, got up, looking at the silent screen and seeing the determination on Mira Sanchez’s face.
 
 

"Okay, let her in."

Elena Serrano had just seen some 60 minutes of video and sat numbly in her seat. She was angry, excited and at the least, seeing a new perspective of things.
 
 

"Okay, now- you starting to see the full picture now?" asked Michael’s lookalike.
 
 

"Yes…." She said softly and then looked into his deep, brown eyes; "but who the hell are you?"