"or tomorrow…" she added after seeing his reaction to her initial, gotcha response. She was standing over him, took the pliers from his clenched teeth, and assisted him with the cover to the pack. He started laughing, and she joined him as she slapped the pliers into his hands upon his inspection of the loose wire that they both could now see.

"Clamp, suture, tie…" he continued, in his feigned, best surgeon voice. It sounded like a cross between Cary Grant and PeeWee Herman to Angie as she took away the pliers he handed back to her after the reattachment and handed him the cover of the pack.

"Ectoplasmic Creature, you are go for launch!" Rollie told the creation, and Angie handed him his remote again, "oh, and as for you," he told her, "you are go for setting a date. I leave that to you- only, with one request…" he stipulated to her, his hand gently cupping her chin and he bent over and kissed her warmly.

"What’s that?" she replied, her pulse started to race with the thrill of the one thing she had wished for practically her entire life with Rollie.

"That we do this right and only once in this lifetime. I don’t want you to resent anything that I do and hope that you will be honest with me if you have a problem with anything. I don’t want something like what happened to Mira and Michael. We have done a lot of dangerous things together and apart, Ange. And, we probably will again- knowing our luck," Rollie told her, his voice serious.

"Request granted," she replied, and she stood on tiptoes and grabbed him for a tight hug. He dropped the remote and she giggled, jumping up and wrapped her legs around him. She tightened them as Rollie’s eyes reflected her strength against him.

"My little nutcracker!" he winced, feigning surrender, "you should register these thighs as lethal weapons."

"Got to keep fit to fight the bad guys!" she replied, smiling at his little joke. He kissed her wildly and they were lost in the moment as the door the loft swung open.

"Sorry to break up the fun, son," Dingo said from the front door.

Angie released her leg lock on Rollie and dropped to her feet on the floor. She blushed slightly as Rollie, who had reached a certain ardor, picked up his creature, holding it in front of him as if he was doing some sort of testing.

"The Tyler men, they’re a randy lot," Dingo commented, as he waved him off and walked over to the kitchen area where Angie had gone to catch the whistling teakettle.

"Speaking of randy…where’s Dorinda?" Angie asked, sipping on her tea and pushing a cup toward him.

Dingo’s face blanched and he scowled slightly, "She’s gone out to shop. Since she has been in New York, that’s all she wants to do lately!"

Rollie joined them, now smiling as Dingo looked at him and then at Angie, "So, you two mean business, I mean- you going to tie the knot, eh?"

"That’s right, thinking about a date and all now," Rollie told him, "of course, we would like to think that you were all through with this ring business and had everyone off your back."

"Working on that now," Dingo replied, nodding, "I called a mate of mine from Sydney who is working on a financial agreement with the credit people, sort of speak." He winked at Angie who shook her head.

"And what about the old Greek? You have the paste ring now. How do you get that to him?" Rollie asked, still uncomfortable with the fact that things might work out for Dingo after all.

"I thought I’d let him come to me, seeing as how he has already made several attempts with his people here already," Dingo replied, still seeing remnants from the earlier search at the loft.

"Dangerous…" Rollie began, as the door opened slightly and Angie walked toward it, suspiciously.

Michael Sanchez peered around the door, almost hesitantly as Angie gave him a very lukewarm reception, "Seen Mira?" she asked him, sharply.

"Angie, I don’t have time to really talk right now, I need to see Rollie!" he told her, brushing by her as he spied Rollie talking with an older man in his kitchen.

"Michael? You’re brave, mate," Rollie commented, with trepidation, "not everyone I know would have just come back into a firestorm."

"What?" Michael was preoccupied with something on his mind, "what firestorm you talking about?"

"Mira!" Rollie told him, "you got cojones of steel to be able to walk out on her now."

Dingo watched the two men, sipping his tea and leaning on each word said as Angie stood, hands on hips, with her jaw set tightly and eyes revealing her smoldering anger.

"Ah, maybe I should just go back and come back in, ‘cause I don’t know what this is all about!" Michael said, pointing to the door.

"No, once is enough," Angie told him, dumping her teabag into the trash as she took Dingo’s cup before he had even finished it. Dingo’s mouth opened in silent protest but he knew from the way Rollie’s future wife was acting that he should put a sock in it and just go.

"Well, best be off, son. Thought we’d do some dinner together, you and Angie, me and Dorie?" Dingo was scratching his head, waiting for confirmation as Rollie nodded with a distant acknowledgment.

"As long as it’s not JoeyB’s!" Angie added, still giving Michael a sharp look.

Michael Sanchez put his hands out as if in a plea, frowning as he watched the older Australian leave. "Okay, now what the hell is going on? Angie, what’s with the frostbite?"

"Rollie! I can’t talk to him right now, I’m going upstairs," Angie told Rollie as she passed Michael without addressing him and climbed the stairs. Michael’s surprise and innocent act were too much for her as she stormed into the bedroom, pacing. She decided that she would call Mira and tell her that her ex-husband, and father to be was back and at their loft.

She called, Mira answering from her office and she gave the detective the news- that Rollie was going to set him straight. At that moment, she heard Mira scream something in Spanish that even she didn’t understand and then, "Don’t let Rollie tell him a damn thing, you hear? You stop him from telling Michael a thing!"

Angie’s eyes widened at her tone but she told her that she would try to stop Rollie before the damage was done. Mira hung up on her and Angie ran downstairs, her face reddened but not as red as Michael’s face as she met them standing face to face in the kitchen with Rollie having a look of pure astonishment on his face.

"Oh God, I’m too late!" Angie said, stopping in her tracks.

Michael looked down at her and then Rollie, "I just don’t believe it. For five years, I wanted a baby and Mira said no, over and over. I decide, okay- I’m going to take this undercover FBI job, why not? No kids, a wife that is tough as nails. Then boom, I get an assignment in hell and she divorced me. Now, I try again to get her to see that I want this marriage to continue and this!"

Angie could see now that Michael hadn’t known about the baby and that Mira’s non-communication of this tiny bit of news had distressed him to no end. She shook her head, thinking that marriage was a pretty complicated business, especially when it came to careers and family planning. Rollie caught her eye and she shrugged.

"Sorry, guys but I called Mira in anger, thinking Michael knew and well,"

Michael interrupted her, "and she’s on the way over to kill all of us."

"Yep, that about sums it up," Angie said, but then smiled at him, her heart forgiving him as she now knew the truth and that he hadn’t known about the baby.

"Congratulations!" she told him, and hugged him enthusiastically as Rollie shook his hand.

"Michael smiled and then frowned, "but it is going to be short-lived, if she’s on her way over, she scorching the highway as we speak. God, this is unbelievable!"

"By the way, why did you come over here in the first place?" Rollie asked, almost forgetting.

"It was about some guy that we had been tracking, picked up and he had some photos of you, Angie and this place on him. And now that I think of it, that man who just left!"

"Was his name Nick Kapis?" Angie asked, hopeful.

"No, it was Angelo Pappas," Michael replied, "he’s part of a large cartel of international smugglers and dealers- mainly gemstones and gold.

"Great!" Rollie commented, "we got Greeks trying to get us at every angle. Mira has prints on a Nick Kapis who broke in here and tore up the place. I guess you should know about my father and the ring."

"Okay, you got my attention," Michael told him as Angie peered out the door, hearing the screech of tires.

Both men jumped slightly but Angie shook her head smiling, "Nope, just some kids down the street a bit."

Rollie told Michael the whole story who then smiled as if something had finally clicked and the puzzle was completed, "Your father is Dingo Tyler! Well, now I really understand !"

Angie blanched as Rollie seemed unnerved. He looked at Michael pensively, "What, you guys have a file on my father?"

"You could say, a rather extensive one," Michael replied, laughing, "but don’t worry, he’s very much valued by the Bureau for his abilities at stirring things up and getting people we want to surface."

"Oh, he stirs the pot and you nab the buggers that appear for dinner, eh?" Rollie asked.

"Your father has an extensive list of colorful ‘buggers’ as you call them. They have been following him because of the cartel, the fact that he was stirring up the grand man, Stephanos Skartsonis."

"He must be the hundred year old man, the one that Dingo won the ring from back in the fifties!" Rollie told Angie and Michael.

"Yep, the old guy is about a hundred. Been placing ads in discreet places for years for some precious gem, a heart of God ring?" Michael offered his information as Rollie smiled at Angie who lifted her left hand to Michael.

"Whoa! You got the ring?" the undercover agent asked, in astonishment.

"My engagement ring," Angie told him, without missing a beat.

"Engagement?" Michael’s eyebrows went up as he looked at Rollie who smiled, and shrugged his shoulders.

"See, I guess all that marriage talk and loving that one woman rubbed off on me," Rollie told him, sheepishly.

"Yeah, well- I may be sorry that I even told you that!" Michael said and quickly added, "but present company, excluded, of course."

Angie gave him a sarcastic nod as he continued, "well, the ring is here in the States. I wonder how Dingo got it past customs?"

"Oh well, there’s another tale there," Rollie said, "how much time do you have?"

The door slammed open and standing in the frame, her eyes like red-hot coals, was Mira.

"I think my time just ran out," Michael Sanchez said, as he stood up from the couch and turned to face her.

An explosion of Spanish expletives came from Mira’s mouth as she ran up to Michael who answered in the same way. Throughout the heated exchange, Rollie and Angie stood back as Angie interpreted for Rollie.

"And she said, I don’t have to tell you anything, I’m not your wife."

"Yeah, and?" Rollie asked, waiting for more.

"and he is saying, but you are my wife before God and this baby is from God and his commandments are the ones to be followed," Angie continued.

Rollie put his hand to his chin, "Hmm, an old-fashion kind of guy, wouldn’t you say?"

"Mira just told him to go to hell," Angie added quickly.

"I got that!" Rollie told her.

"Oh, and now, ahhhh! He told her that he has always loved her and what more does she want?" Angie said, with a smile.

"Good, got that in, at least," Rollie replied, coming behind Angie and putting his arms around her shoulders as she leaned into the curve of his body.

"Oh!" Angie said, excited, "Mira just told him that just because she loved him doesn’t mean that they are back together and that she is going to have this baby alone because he never is around."

Rollie kissed her on ear, his mouth close, "This is so vibrant, this interactive theatre, don’t you think?"

"I think it’s like watching Marriage 101," Angie replied, giggling.

Suddenly Michael and Mira fell into each other’s arms, with an emotional embrace and a kiss that made Angie’s heart skip a beat. She felt Rollie tightened his arms around her, "I got that, think we’ll go upstairs and leave them alone, okay?"

"Yeah, good idea…" Angie replied as they backed away from the couple who had eyes for only each other.

"Guess I’ll get the rest of that information from Michael later," Rollie added as he came up behind Angie on the stairs.

"After all, tomorrow is another day…." Angie said, in her best Scarlett O’Hara voice.

"Frankly, my dear- I don’t give a damn," Rollie replied, his Rhett Butler’s voice with a decidedly Australian twang to it.

Once up in the bedroom, Angie said on the edge of the bed and sighed, "Rol, after watching them, I got a little…"

"Scared?"

"Yeah, they obviously never stopped loving each other and yet?"

"Yeah, their careers and their decisions about family, those things sorta took over, didn’t they?"

"You would never just up and leave though," Angie added, playing with the pattern in the bedspread.

"What? And leave my whole business with my wife who would change the name to Ramirez F/X and earn millions?"

"Yeah," Angie said, smiling and dropping back on the bed, folding her arms behind her head, "that sounds cool!"

"Dream on, Angela!" Rollie told her, coming down on the bed beside her and stroked the curve of her breast as she caught his hand and giggled.

"Hey, we got guests downstairs!" she told him as he bent over her, pulling up her shirt and let his tongue do what his fingers had traced before.

Angie stopped giggling and just said very softly, "oh!"

She moved slightly, her back curving as he continued and she gasped.

"What? Do you want me to stop?" he asked her, looking up from what he was doing.

"NO!" she replied, breathless, "don’t you dare stop!"

Rollie grinned at her. Angie Ramirez was driving him crazy and the funny thing was, he was enjoying every bit of this kind of insanity.