Angie couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned and realized that she was keeping everyone awake. Aidan had woke up, cried, been rocked and still was fidgeting. Rollie had taken over without a word, taking the chair in the corner of the room and took Aidan from Angie in an effort to let her get some much-needed rest. But she continued to be haunted by Siobhan, her face looming in front of her, her nightmare coming to life before her eyes.

Hearing a slight snoring sound coming from the corner of the room, she blinked and sat up, resting her head against the headboard and staring at Rollie and Aidan finally asleep together in the chair. Against the jagged finger of moonlight that crept through the curtain gaps, Angie could see Aidan wrapped around Rollie, his small legs straddled around his father’s hips, his face resting against Rollie. His mouth was slightly open and sagged against Rollie’s rising and falling chest, deep in sleep as Rollie’s head lolled downward, toward his son’s. With each breath that Rollie took, Aidan took two in syncope. They looked symbiotic, inseparable as Angie smiled softly.

She reached down and laid her hand across her abdomen. She truly should have investigated seeing an obstetrician instead of being on the set that day. She should have gone to the hospital as everyone had wanted and gotten checked out. There were a lot of things she should have done and yet, here she was- in a flux of needs and yet, purpose had been thrown to the wind.

Rollie had been right to stop her from running the macro. It would have ruined the shot, caused delays and set the whole picture back a day or two. In her need to exact punishment on Judd without confronting him first, she had been willing to overheat the chip by entering temperature fluctuations She had already reverse polarized all the fans operating inside that section of circuitry. The heat and loss of oxygen would have sent Judd into a tailspin as well as cause him to get confused and probably lose consciousness. She would have removed the headpiece by then, she thought, biting her lip as she envisioned the aftermath. But it had been a childish ploy spurred by her insatiable anger at the planting and releasing of the mescaline bulbs in their hotel room. She also wanted to get to the root of why Aidan knew Judd, how Judd and Mrs. Gallagher were really connected and above all, WHY?

"WHY ME?" she voiced out loud, to thin air. Siobhan’s image did not visit her now; no freakish overlapping of time was shown to her. She asked an unconscious room and heard no reply.

She got out of bed and walked over to her sleeping family. Gently, she pried Aidan from Rollie and he mumbled, instantly reformed his cling against her. She carried him to their bed and laid him down, covering him with the thick covers and blanket they always carried for him. She then walked back over to Rollie who was in danger of falling over and out of the chair.

"Rollie, come on, get back in bed…" she told him softly, her hand on his shoulder.

"It’s okay…" he said, groggy, his eyes still shut; "I’ve got him, get some sleep…"

Angie got down on her knees beside the chair and hugged him, clinging much like Aidan as she rested her cheek against his bare chest; "I’m sorry Rol…." she whispered.

She felt his fingers in her hair; softly swirling the strands and she realized he must have thought he was holding onto Aidan.

"Come on, get back in bed…" she told him then, starting to pull away.

"Angie…"

She looked up, seeing his eyes gazing down at her, awake somewhat as he tried to think and talk.

"We’ll talk about it in the morning…okay?" Angie told him as he looked at her confused for a second.

"I love you…" he said, firmly, his pupils large, leaving but a thin rim of brown.

"Yeah? I don’t know why!" she replied in a flat tone.

He blinked and said nothing for a moment, then pulled her into his lap, one arm around her waist, the other moving up her thigh as he slid that hand up to encircle her waist as well. Her face was now level to his and she looked down, not meeting his gaze as her hand touched the hair on his chest over his heart.

"Hmm, I can’t fathom why either…" he replied, smiling as she looked back up and smiled. Rollie could see the slight dimpling in her cheeks that he loved so much and leaned toward her, his lips brushing her full bottom lip.

"What’s with me, huh? I know better…you’ve never failed me, Rol. You’ve always known when to pull the punches and the stops. I guess I just wanted to get a little payback from that snake immediately…" Angie told him pulling away from his lips slightly.

"Ah, patience…. a virtue…" Rollie commented, grinning as Angie then leaned in and slowly kissed him, letting him linger in her warmth and gentle display of passion.

"We’re going to get to the bottom of all of this, right?" she asked, coming up for air, breathless but instead of answering her, he slid his hands under her T-shirt, his long, tapered fingers disappearing under the elastic bikini band of her underwear and then rising to stroke the gentle swell of her abdomen below her umbilicus.

"Umm, yes…" he told her, his voice deep. Her cheeks suddenly filled with a rush of blood. They stared at each other intently for a second, a rush of past known and the thrill of what was yet to become.

The phone rang…loud, intrusive and totally destroying the moment.

Angie hopped off of Rollie in an instinctive, child-sparing mode, grabbing the phone and cringing as she looked over to Aidan in the bed. He rolled over slightly but did not wake.

Sighing, she answered in a terse voice; "Yes?"

Rollie stood up, groaning and exasperated.

"Hold on…Luce, calm down….I can’t understand you! Slow down!…" Angie was saying on the phone.

"Great! Lucinda! I should have known!" Rollie whispered harshly in her ear before disappearing into the bathroom. He had pointed at his watch revealing that it was close to four in the morning.

In the bathroom, he groaned slightly. His life was starting to swirl around him and what had been the constant, Angie- was starting to unravel. True, she had been embroiled in nothing but chaos and family nightmares since they had been married. He stared at his eyes in the mirror and pulled at the lids. Bloodshot and little sleep did not help what he saw. "You’re aging, old boy," he said, his lips sagging downward as he made a face. It hadn’t helped that Angie had given him the scare of his life today! Seeing her, for the all the world, lifeless and he helpless, had left him feeling depressed and agitated. There was a knot in his stomach.

He jumped. Angie had put her cool hand on his back.

"What the bloody hell did she want?" he asked, turning around to face her.

"Captain Vanduran has disappeared, it seems…." Angie replied, a puzzled look on her face.

"What? He was at the shoot. We both saw him…he was getting ready to tell me what he had found out about Sanderlin and Stu’s background. I mean, he had misplaced his paperwork, was retracing his steps and then, well- I heard about you. I left…I didn’t see him after that…" Rollie recalled, yawning as they both tried to remember seeing him later that afternoon.

"Well, she’s all upset…seems he didn’t return the costume to wardrobe…didn’t go back to makeup either. Sanderlin suspended the shoot after what happened to me…so he should have come back to get his makeup off…where would he have gone?" Angie asked.

"This is not like Vanduran at all! I don’t like this whole thing. It would be just like Sanderlin to cook up some new kind of media event…I’m surprised he didn’t try to capitalize on what happened to you today!" Rollie said, coming out from the bathroom, Angie behind him.

"Rollie…." Angie began, standing in the dark with him after he had turned off the bathroom light, "Why DO you think Sanderlin wanted us for this picture? I mean, he must have known, we weren’t the run of the mill F/X company!"

"We were certainly predestined for this movie, weren’t we? I believe Hunter Eventyn said that Siobhan wanted us…" Rollie replied, his hand tracing the outline of her collarbone.

Angie grabbed both his wrists with her hands at that point; "We need to open this whole thing up now, Rol. We need to find Vanduran and stop playing this game with Judd and Sanderlin. I mean, yeah- the spooky stuff is bad enough but why would a pretty well known director and Judd Tolsen be staging this elaborate thing on us? It doesn’t make sense. They’ve got the media here based on other events, right….? Why drug us? To collaborate their spooky tales on the set? Are we that gullible?

"No, and that’s what doesn’t make sense, you’re right," he agreed, and sighed deeply. He almost wanted to tell her that they should call it quits, back out of the contract on this movie and go back to New York; "I have a rain check coming, Angela. Don’t forget that…" Rollie added, his hand coming up to rest against her cheek, "but first, I need to get out to the set and see what’s happened to the Captain. Promise me, sweetie, that you’ll try and get some sleep. Don’t come out to the set, please. I want you well and healthy for this one, right?"

His hand then rested on her abdomen and she suddenly wanted to hold on to him and make love to him as they had started to and forget that Lucinda had called, forget that yet again, something crazy was hovering over them- drafting them for help.

"Okay…rain check, I won’t forget. Rollie, please- be careful! Take your PDA and keep in touch with me, hear?" she asked him, and hugged him on her tiptoes.

He reached down around her hips, smiling as he felt the swell of her buttocks; "blasted timing, that’s Lucinda!"

"Yep, but we love her!" Angie replied, pressing against him as he rolled his eyes.

"Stay here! Agreed?"

"Agreed…Aidan and I can have a day of it!

"Promise?"

"I PROMISE! Now, GO before Lucinda calls out the National Guard!"

Rollie grabbed his jeans and shirt. Pushing the PDA into his jacket pocket, he was quickly dressed and headed out the door.

"I love you, Rol…" Angie told him as he looked back for a second.

"That’s what I live for," he replied and winked at her.

Marvin Vanduran had been in some tight situations in his life, mostly with the police department and a few emotional ones outside of that. Never had he had the amount of personal involvement with civilians like Rollie Tyler and then get looped into a romantic impingement all still while solving a crime. He wondered how Tyler lived from day to day.

"How many times have you been conked on the head, Rollie?" he asked, sarcastically as he crept in the darkness, seemingly in circles.

He answered for Tyler, trying an Australian accent on as he mimicked him; "Don’t know Cap! My memory’s been bloody damaged from all the times! But I sure do like to help you guys out!"

Right now though, he would have loved to have seen the Australian F/X man, helping him out of the dark tunnel he seemed lost in so thoroughly. He had also made up his mind that he knew what was going on with the movie set and who had drugged the Tyler’s and why.

"Yeah, it’s Colonel Mustard who did it, got Miss Plum to slip it in their drinks in the library and then, she knocked me out to get rid of me so I wouldn’t reveal her secrets…" he went on, realizing he was starting to ramble.

There was a slight breeze that passed him, almost pleasant, he thought and he stopped dead in his tracks. A breeze meant an access, a door, an opening! Okay, he would go in the direction of the breeze.

"This way…." came the voice near him, almost coaxing him.

"What? Who’s there?" he cried out, his hands going out in front of him.

"This is the way…." The voice told him again…a woman’s voice…and with some sort of accent. He couldn’t make it out.

"Tell me who you are? Are you the one who put me here?"

There was no answer. Just the feel of a stronger draft and he followed. He wasn’t about to let it all get to him. He could feel the rats around him, tripping him up as he stepped on one or two and heard their awful squeals.

He began to shake. The temperature had dropped significantly and the sound of something churning, water filled- pricked his ears.

"Okay, now I’m getting angry! Where the hell are you?" he called out, feeling his saber clank against the dirt packed walls.

"Follow….here!" the voice told him, hissing and then he stepped into nothing but air.

Rollie pulled the rental car up to the closed set location. Lucinda had been waiting in her trailer on set. She had not gone back to the hotel. He could see the outline of her slender form pacing in the lighted trailer. Around the R/V’s and trailers, only a couple other crew members had opted to stay on location.

He knocked softly and immediately she opened the door, whisking him inside and hugging him;

"Oh Rollie, did I do this? Did he just leave me? I thought the walk-on would be nice, he’d like it…but maybe I went too far. I’ve been dangling the wedding thing in front of him like a carrot and maybe he just had enough! God, my mind is just rambling!"

"That and your mouth," Rollie told her, smiling as he hugged her back and sat down.

"I’m sorry, but I didn’t know who else to call and he’s not answering his phone back in New York and well, he’s not here!" Lucinda said, sitting next to him and wringing her hands in her lap.

"You actually think he may have just left the set and hopped on a plane and not told you anything, Luce?"

"Well…he was pretty upset with me…." Lucinda answered, her voice high and strained.

"I saw him, he was pretty pumped up about the costume and doing this walk-on…look, I’ll check around okay? I’ve got my light here and I’ll check out some of the places he might have gone, okay?"

She looked at him, seeing how tired he looked and realized that it actually was late or early depending on the prospective you wanted.

"Rollie, I’m sorry! What a baby I am! Gosh, you must think me so heartless…the way I have carried on so with him…"

"Luce, no! I can see right now that you love him! Come on, cheer up sweetie. Now, let me get out and see what I can find out. You rest a bit, you’re on camera today, aren’t you?"

"Yeah…later…damn it! What a mess! I have a big time love scene today and a wedding scene maybe tomorrow night!"

"You mean tonight," he told her and pointed to his watch. It was almost five in the morning.

"Yeah…how can I do them, not knowing where he is?"

"Get a little rest…let’s just see, okay? I’ve got a feeling our Captain isn’t really lost or hurt…he’s probably right under our feet!"

Rollie grinned and she hugged him again; "I love you!"

"I love you too, Luce but sometimes…"

"I know…I know…" she responded, wiping a tear away from her eye.

"Okay, let go of me…" Rollie said firmly as she realized she was clinging on to him for dear life.

"Yeah, okay…" she said, managing to smile and patted his jacket.

Rollie yawned slightly and gave her a wink as he descended the steps of the trailer to open the door. The next thing he saw was something fleshy right in front of his eyes and then, pain! Awful, excruciating pain! Then, total blackness….

"He’s coming around…." Rollie heard a distant voice and then what sounded like whispers.

"Take that ridiculous piece of meat off his face!" said a much deeper voice.

"Rollie? Can you hear me? Rollie?"

Rolllie’s lids fluttered, one rather stiffly as he groaned and tried to focus on where the voice had come from…

"Good, he’s waking up!"

"Great…just great!"

"What the bloody hell hit me?" Rollie asked, trying to sit up and see.

"I did!" replied the deeper voice, now sounding much more familiar!

"Captain?"

Rollie looked at his assailant, fresh from being lost somewhere and could see he had actually had some sort of experience. His costume was soiled and smudged with dirt and sopping wet. One muttonchop was flapping as he spoke, the other missing in action. The droopy moustache was angled higher on one side than the other.

"Why’d you hit me?" Rollie suddenly asked, furious.

"Oh Rollie, please! He was in a terrible state. Apparently, someone hit him over the head and well, he woke up in a dark tunnel and then he fell down some sort of shaft and found himself in Eventyn’s spring house, up to his neck in water," Lucinda interjected as Marvin Vanduran winced.

"Okay…but what does that have to do with hitting me?" Rollie said, his speech slow and pressured.

"Nothing!" Vanduran said, almost in a bellow, "What was I to think? After getting assaulted, my information stolen, some weird woman pushing me down a shaft just as nice as you please and then crawling out of that well…coming back up here and seeing from the trailer window, my woman in the arms of another man, professing his love for her!"

Rollie gulped and then made a face, shaking his head and grinned; "Captain, you don’t understand…Lucinda was overwrought with your disappearance…I, we…we’re friends…and yes, I love her- as a FRIEND!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know…got carried away, sorry! It’s just I had this incredible experience and still, don’t understand what happened!" Vanduran said, apologetically as he sat down in front of Rollie.

"My woman!" Lucinda commented, repeating what Vanduran had said to Rollie, "sounds like a caveman, Marvin!" She had folded her arms across her chest and looked furious.

"Oh Luce! Shut up! Your ARE his woman, and you like it!" Rollie retorted and touched at his face gingerly.

Lucinda’s face turned beet red as Vanduran chuckled and Rollie groaned again.

"Well, mystery solved…I’m going back to the hotel for a few hours of ‘shut-swollen eye’. Captain, you didn’t see who hit you?" Rollie asked, standing up and looking at his face in Luce’s make-up mirror.

"It was a woman, I think…she had an accent…maybe Irish?" Vanduran replied, a cringed expression on his face as he watched Rollie study his injury.

"Hmmm, possibly a Mrs. Gallagher?" Rollie surmised, taking in his half-shut, swollen left eye and the large lump over his nose.

"That’s my guess…she took my envelope with the information I got yesterday. My only question is, why dump me in a hole somewhere and then later, help me out through the spring house?" Vanduran pondered.

"The voice was the same?" Rollie asked, sighing and looking back at him, quizzically.

"Yeah, well, I don’t know…I didn’t see her and it was damn cold down there. My teeth are still chattering."

"Rollie, who do you think it was?" Lucinda asked, giving him a lunch baggie filled with ice.

"Dunno, but we have a few Irish misses around the set right now stirring up trouble," Rollie pointed out, looking at her and smiling.

"Well, it wasn’t me…and well, Mrs. Gallagher sounds logical, say, isn’t she the woman who’s been watching Aidan?" Lucinda ask, suddenly flabbergasted.

"Yes and no, no longer…" Rollie answered and then put a finger up in the air with a decidedly Sherlock Holmes gesture, "but of course, we are forgetting our major mistress of mischief…"

"Who?" Both Lucinda and Vanduran asked in unison.

"Why, Miss Siobhan O’Bralley Eventyn…" Rollie replied, and nodded his head.

"Tyler, whoever that woman is, where can I find her!" Vanduran asked, ready for an arrest for assaulting a policeman.

"Uh, she’s not exactly living, Cap…" Rollie replied as Lucinda bit her lower lip.

"What?" Vanduran asked confused, then sighed, nodding his head as if it all made sense and in some portion of his brain, adding the quotient of Rollie Tyler’s involvement; it did.