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Predictably, Doris McGarrett showed up shortly after Steffie's birth. Steve and Danny hadn't heard from her since her attempt to meet Matt, but there she was on afternoon on their doorstep.

It wasn't entirely unexpected. First, since the last time, they'd figured she'd probably reappear to get a glance at her new grandchild. Second, instead of appearing without warning when Danny was home and incurring her wrath, she parked her car in the neighborhood and watched them for several days, learning their routine. Steve and Danny didn't know how she thought they wouldn't notice-they were trained detectives after all—but whatever.

Thus it was that Steve was on his own, Danny at work and Matt at daycare, when Doris showed rang the bell. He sensed her before he even answered the door. He figured it was intentional; she had to know about his psychic powers, and she was making no attempt to block her thoughts.

Steffie was asleep, and Steve checked on her before answering the door. She whimpered slightly, probably picking up on Steve's chaotic thoughts, but didn't wake. Good. Hopefully, he could get through this without upsetting her. Steve sent a quick text to Danny and went downstairs.

"Mom, what a surprise," Steve said flatly.

"Is that any way to greet your mother?" Doris asked.

"It is when she only shows up when there's a new grandchild and makes no attempt to contact us otherwise. You haven't even sent Matt a birthday card in the last five years. We don't even know where you've been." Steve didn't even try to keep the bitterness out of his voice.

"Well, I'm here now," Doris said, "and I'm ready to meet my new granddaughter. Where is she?"

"Asleep," Steve said in the same flat tone he'd used to greet his mother. "And I'd like her to stay that way."

"Oh, come on," Doris coaxed, "just a little peek. She won't even know I'm there."

"I don't think so," Steve said.

"Really, Steven, I can't believe the way you're behaving. Here I am, trying to make an effort to get to know my granddaughter, and you won't even let me in. Didn't I teach you anything about being polite."

"No, mostly you taught me about keeping secrets, lying, and not contacting your family for years on end."

Doris' voice got hard. "Steven, I will see my granddaughter. Now, let me in."

"No," Steve said, not budging. "I think you'd better leave."

"Steven, I mean it, let me in or. . ."

"Or what?" Danny asked, coming up behind her.

Doris jumped, startled. "I thought you were at work."

"I was," Danny said. "Now I'm home. Now, I suggest you listen to Steve and leave."

"You can't do this," Doris said angrily. "I have rights under dragon law."

Danny cocked an eyebrow. "Really. You mean the law you conveniently ignored when you didn't even tell your children they were dragons? Or when you faked your death? Or disappeared without a trace after coming back?"

Doris was at a loss for words.

"That's what I thought," Danny said. "Now, for the last time, leave." Danny's voice got hard, and he shifted, just enough for a hint of claw and fang to show.

Doris flashed her own claws and fangs, surprising Steve. This was the first proof he'd seen that she was actually a dragon. "You haven't heard the last of this. I intend to file suit."

"Then we'll see you in court," Danny said. "Now, good bye." With that, he slammed the door in her face.