I started this story to hopefully kill the writer's block I have on my other stories. May not update this for awhile. Hoping to get more of it written before I post another chapter. This starts off five years in the future from Marines to the Rescue.

Five Years Later

The alarm rang which woke Walker up from a deep, much needed sleep. He grumbled, reached out to turn the annoying sound off then rubbed his face into his pillow. After a few minutes he finally forced himself to get up to start breakfast for Angela, Ray and him. It still took him some getting use to to being a stay at home dad, but because of his reading problem, epilepsy, and bum right eye he could no longer be a Texas Ranger. He really missed the action, especially since now, the kids were in school, he gets bored rather quickly.

Very slowly he got up, rubbed his hands through his hair then made his way to the bathroom. Here he took his seizure medication which he didn't like since it made him dopey. Unfortunately, about two years ago he suffered several grand-mal seizures in a span of just a few months. This made Doctor Hayden rather worried and he had upped Walker's medication. Not only that, he was forced to get CT scans every six months.

He made his way downstairs where his kids were already up, watching cartoons in the living room. His youngest, Ray came running to him with a huge smile on his face. It amazed Walker how much his son looked just like him. Heck, Ray even had that same goofy smile as he. He picked up Ray who gave him a huge hug around the neck.

"Dad, I want pancakes this morning!" He turned to Angela. "And so does Angie!"

Angela quickly stood up with her arms crossed. "We had pancakes yesterday! I want french toast!" She stomped her foot then began to pout, a habit she had gotten into a few months ago.

Walker didn't like this attitude and let Angela know it by the look he gave her. She quickly uncrossed her arms, huffed once more then went back to watching cartoons. He then turned his attention to Ray who appeared hurt.

"We'll have pancakes on Saturday. That way, mom can have them with us." This got a big smile from his son. "Now, get ready for school. I'll call you down once breakfast is ready."

He watched his son climb up the stairs then made his way into the kitchen. As he finished mixing the french toast mix, a knock came at the front door. This early in the morning, more then likely it was either John or Trivette with his partner, Billings. On occasion Mike would surprise him, but he wasn't a morning person and it took something important to wake him up before noon. Weird, another knock didn't come. Curious he made his way through the living room where he quickly saw that his daughter had opened the door.

"Hey, what have I told you about opening the front door?" Walker quickly went pass his daughter, took a quick glance at his porch and front lawn then closed it. "Remember, what I told you about…"

"Dad, you are so paranoid." Angela rolled her eyes then handed him a manila envelope. "Somebody dropped this off for you."

Walker took the envelope from his daughter then waved it at her. "Where are you getting this attitude? Thought I raised you better then that."

Angela sighed heavily. "Dad, I'm tired of you protecting me. Katie told me that I should act more grown up so you don't worry about me more." She swallowed hard at her father's look. "Don't worry nobody was there when I opened the door."

"I know, but you need to be more careful." He gave her a big hug. "Get ready for school. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes."

His daughter nodded with a pout. "Sorry, dad." She pulled back and glanced down at her feet. "I just want to be grown up though."

"You will be, but you're still a kid." He smiled at her. "Now, get ready."

Walker patted his daughter on the shoulder then made his way back to the kitchen. He wanted to see what was in the envelope, but breakfast for his kids came first. He threw it on the dining room table then went back to fixing the french toast. He'll check the contents when the kids went to school. Hopefully it wasn't something important. But what if it was?

His attention quickly went back to the envelope which he had picked up to study. Wonder where this came from? Who dropped it off? He flipped open the flap to see what was inside and was interrupted by Ray who came bounding into the dining room with Scooter in tow. His son hugged his legs then begged him for breakfast. The envelope will have to wait.

After breakfast, he drove his kids to the bus stop saw them leave for school then made his way back to his house. On the way he got a call on his cell phone. Weird, he rarely got calls. He checked the number to see it was Doctor Hayden.

Worried he quickly flipped the phone on. "Hey, Doctor Hayden. Did you get the results back?"

"I did. Results are negative, for now. Though we are studying an area that could be problematic in the future. Don't worry right now, everything is okay."

Walker slowed his truck down and pulled over to the side of the road. "Doc, how serious?"

"Not serious. Don't worry. I'll let you know."

"But you said it was problematic. How can it not be serious?"

Hayden laughed. "Because I'm not worried about it. Don't worry, that's why we have you doing the CT scans twice a year now." He sighed heavily. "However, I would like to make that three times a year now. Are you willing to do that?"

Walker rubbed his face, his fingers tracing the scar on his left cheek. "I can do that."

"Great, I'll see ya in four months. Don't be afraid to come in if anything happens."

Back at the House

The house was really quite which meant that his father hadn't returned from dropping the kids off. Mike sat down on the swing, checked his watch then sighed heavily. Well, he could just make himself comfortable or he could wait here. Deciding on the former, he reached into his coat pocket for his keys and unlocked the front door. As soon as he opened the door the smell of french toast hit him like a wave. This got his stomach to growl.

Quickly he made his way to the kitchen to see a note on the refrigerator door directed to him or John. He loved his father, always thinking of others. As he opened the refrigerator door something caught his attention. He pulled the plate of french toast out then went to the dining room table where a blank manila envelope sat.

He ignored it and went to heat up his toast as the front door opened. Leaning back just slightly he was able to see the front door. It was his father and by the looks of it, he took his seizure medication. He will eventually take a nap, unless he fights off the drugs. Which he has a tendency to do.

"Hey dad!" Mike threw the toast in the microwave, heated it up for a minute then took it back out. "Thanks for breakfast!"

Walker came walking into the room with a smile. "No problem." He gave Mike a hug then sat down at the dining room table. Here he grabbed the manila envelope and opened it. As he pulled out the contents, he instantly dropped it. "Call Trivette."

"What for?" Mike stepped up to his dad to see he had gone very pale. "Dad, what's going on?"

"Pictures of the two youngest." He held up a piece of paper so Mike can see the crewed drawings on it, a way to make fun of his reading problem. Only thing was, he still had difficulty reading patterns. It took him a minute to get what it was trying to say and when he did his heart skipped a bit. "They've been watching us."

Mike shook his head at the paper, his heart skipping a beat at seeing pictures of his young siblings playing at a park. "Who would do this?"

"The only names that come to mind is Vinnie Marcellinio and Jonathon Harris." Walker's mind flashed back to the day in front of the gym where Clyde Brookdale tried to kill him. Since that day, six years ago, him and John were closer then ever. "But why now?"

"That's a good question." Mike dialed Trivette on his cell phone and began to pace. "Hey, Jimmy, it's Mike. Can you come to my father's? Yeah, it's urgent. Thanks." He flipped his phone closed then patted Walker on the back. "You look like you're about to pass out. Why don't you go into the spare bedroom and take a nap."

His father waved him off. "I'm fine." He turned to Mike with that goofy smile of his. "Don't worry, I won't fall asleep."

Mike grabbed the pictures and shook his head. "Maybe this is just a sick joke."

"I'm not sure if it is. I'm hoping so." Walker rubbed his face. "Maybe I should pick the kids up from school." He stood up too quickly and began to sway. "I need to lay down."

Once Mike got Walker comfortable on the couch he flipped his phone open and called his brother. "Yeah, John I need you to pick up Ray and Angela at school. Nothing really serious, just want to keep an eye on them. Sure, take them out to eat and to the park. Just keep a close eye on them. Thanks." He turned to his father to see he had passed out. "Rest up, dad."

Somewhere in Dallas

The news was really troubling Trivette, so much so he almost didn't kiss his wife, Erica good-bye before he left the house. He wouldn't hear the end of it if he did, especially with how her moods tend to swing because of the pregnancy. Just thinking about having another kid brought a huge grin to his face. Three yeas ago, Erica gave birth to Marcus, who to this day still brought Trivette so much joy. But now they were expecting another little boy in June, just three months from now. Boy, he couldn't wait to have another son.

He picked up his cell phone then dialed Billings number. "Hey, Billings this is Trivette. Walker got a suspicious package today on his front porch." He listened to his partner as he replied then nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm ten minutes out. See ya there."

As he drove to Walker's house his mind went back to that horrible day when he got the news that would change their lives forever. He couldn't believe it has been five years since that day and many things has changed since then. For one, there was Walker who had to retire because of injuries sustained in the attack. Even though his friend had made a miraculous recovery there were still issues to this day that he had to deal with. One being the seizures which Doctor Miller and Doctor Hayden thought would go away in time. However, they still plagued Walker's life, which left him constantly on medication. It was hard to think of Walker on daily medication, he had hoped by now he would be completely healed.

Then there was John and Michael, men who had become family to him. It was hard for him to think they were Walker's children, however they did have quite a bit in common with their father. For one, they shared his stubbornness which he had encountered a few times and they even had the same dry sense of humor. But what amazed him most about the sons was the fact they somehow inherited that sixth sense that Walker had when it came to dangerous situations. He only knew this by talking to them and listening to their stories about their time in the military.

He turned left, onto the narrow paved road that led to the Walker's residence. He knew this route by heart and could practically drive it with his eyes closed. As he neared the dead end he pulled onto a gravel driveway where he could see Mike's car parked in front of an old, gray pickup. He parked behind the truck, grabbed his hat from the front seat then got out. He was greeted by Scooter, who had gained weight in the last few years and now just hobbled around.

"Hey, glad you can come so quickly." Mike walked across the lawn to Trivette. "Dad's asleep on the sofa. Should be out for an hour. Come on in, envelope is on the dining room table."

Trivette nodded as he scratched the old dog between the ears. "What about Angela and Ray?"

"Already taken care of. John is picking them up from school. As for Alex, she has an important hearing today. Which means no interruptions until at least five." Mike made his way up the porch steps then held the front door open for Trivette and Scooter. "I'm hoping it's somebody playing a cruel joke. But I have a feeling it's not."

As Mike went to the dining room to get the envelope Trivette sat down on a rocker in the living room. On the couch laid Walker, who appeared to be in a deep sleep. In the last few years his friend had put a lot of weight back on, but still remained skinnier then what he was before the attack. Wonder why that was? He's working out more, in fact a lot more since he's retired. Maybe age is finally getting to him.

"Here it is." Mike handed him the large manila envelope. "Whoever it was knew about dad's problem with words. But, thanks to the newspapers everybody in the Dallas metropolitan area knows he has problems reading."

Trivette pulled out the pictures of Angela and Ray, his heart aching at what he saw. "They were taken at a park near their school. This isn't good." He glanced at the crude drawings. "It has to be Marcellinio or Harris. I'll get the word out."

Somewhere in Dallas

The strip club was rather busy as usual, but Vinnie Marcellinio wasn't here for pleasure. He made his way through the building until he got towards the back. This place use to be an old warehouse, so there was plenty of room that the paying visitors did not see. For his trip, he had to make his way to the basement which held his true business: weapons and drug trafficking. As he opened a door labeled, fire exit only he was greeted by one of his guards. This guard has been with Marcellinio for quite some time and actually smiled as his boss walked by him.

He smiled back then made his way down the long, thin hallway till he got to a set of stairs. As he climbed down the stairs his cell phone began to ring in his suit pocket. Quickly he fished it out, checked the number then flipped it open.

"Harris, did you deliver the message?"

"Yeah, I did." Harris sounded a bit nervous. "I did like you told me to. Now, what do I do?"

Marcellinio approached a door with a thumb lock. "Keep an eye on them. He knows something about Calone. And Brookdale got himself caught." He pressed his thumb on the pad which unlocked the door in front of him. Once opened he stepped into the large underground warehouse of black market supplies. "In two weeks we make our move."

"Right. But Walker is much healthier now. It'll take something big to bring him down."

"I told you, don't talk about that on the cell phone!" Marcellinio sighed heavily. "Just get the job done. I don't care how you manage to do it, just get it done." He flipped the phone shut then shook the hand of Jarod Williamson, aka Smokes. "How is everything going down here?"

Smokes smiled. "Same old, same old. However we did get a huge order in from a man in California." He handed Marcellinio a folder and disk. "And I got some top grade coke from Cuba coming in later tonight."

"I knew there was a reason why I hired you." Marcellinio suddenly got an idea. "Smokes, you took martial arts. How good do you think you are?"

"They don't call me Smokes for nothing. Why?"

"I want you to start sending messages to a certain law officer. I guess you can say this will be your final test to prove your loyalty to me." Marcellinio glanced at the man before him, realizing he could pass as Walker's brother. "I've never noticed before how you look like the officer in question. That might prove useful to you."

Smokes shrugged. "Whatever helps. When did you want me to start?"

"As soon as you can. I'll get the information for you."