AN: What could be a better tool to get to know each other, than a big family meal? (giggle) Also, I got the idea for this chapter's title from the Byrds song "Turn, Turn, Turn" (yes, I know it's from the Bible, too).

Holly felt a little out-of-place in the restaurant, mostly because of her casual outfit: denim shorts, with a navy blue-and-white striped t-shirt. The dark brown wedge sandals gave her an extra two inches of height. She kept toying with the braid that hung over her left shoulder, hoping nobody noticed her agitation. That hope was proved in vain, when Frank's hand settled on her shoulder, and his soft chuckle met her ears.

He said, "Relax, sweetheart. They know us pretty well here."

She gave a slight smile, casting a brief glance at the sign above them that read "Sparks Steak House", before walking inside. Henry gave their name at the front desk, and they were led to a roped-off area. Inside was their table: shaped like a horseshoe, with plenty of room for their large group.

As everyone sat down, Colton said, "Pretty snazzy choice here."

He expected the reply, if he got one, to come from Frank.

Instead, it came from Danny: "Yeah. A big-time mob guy was killed, just outside the front door."

"Babe", Linda said sharply.

"Relax", he told her, waving off her concern.

Then, Tricia asked who he was referring to.

He replied, "Paul Castellano. He controlled the Gambinos for a while."

"I thought I recognized this place", Holly chimed in, "I took a criminology course in my junior year of college. I remember seeing a picture of him in my textbook, when we got to the chapter about white-collar stuff. John Gotti arranged everything, right?"

"Well, that's what they say. Apparently, he and Sammy Gravano were outisde in a car a few feet away from here, watchin' the hit go down."

Traci giggled and said, "It's so nice to talk about murder, as we're about to eat."

Frank chuckled, replying, "You should see our Sunday dinners."

A few minutes later, after the drinks and apetizers had been ordered, Jamie took the opportunity to continue his earlier conversation with Holly.

Tapping her forearm to get her attention, he asked, "So, if you decided against becoming a cop, why take criminology?"

"I was curious. Is that so wrong?"

She giggled, when that question earned a smile.

She took a bite of a cracker and said, "It's not the lifestyle itself that fascinates me. It's more of...why these people do what they do, and how they interact with each other that draws me in. The human mind is an amazing thing. An understanding of it has to be in place, if a person wants a decent, stable career in theater."

"That's true", Henry added, "You know, you're a very bright, articulate young lady. And so mature, too."

"Well, thank you kindly", she said in a overdone Southern accent.

That earned another laugh. The appetizers and drinks were brought to the table, requiring two waitresses to be passed around.

As Linda unwrapped her straw and put it in her glass, she asked Holly, "Since you're so interested in the mob, do you have a favorite movie?"

Before she could answer, Danny interrupted with, "Got to be 'Godfather', right? Nobody's cooler than Pacino."

Making a chuffing sound, Holly said, "That's very true. 'The Godfather' is in a class of its own."

"I sense a 'But' comin'."

Her smile grew the tiniest bit. This reminded her of what she and Jamie had said back at Ground Zero.

She continued, "Not really a but, per se. I liked it. One of my favorite movies, though, not just dealing with the mob but in general...is 'Donnie Brasco'. It's based on a true story."

"So are 'Goodfellas' and 'Serpico'", said Danny.

"True, but something about that one spoke to me. It was the bond, the relationship Johnny Depp's character had with Al Pacino and Michael Madsen, that I connected with. It made me wish I was in the movie, watching from a distance as they talked to each other."

This girl talked an awful lot about human connection. After what she and her sister had been through, it shouldn't have been surprising. Still, Jamie sensed there was something more going on. Sure, she had a great relationship with her parents and small group of friends, but he saw something in her eyes that said things hadn't always been that way. He wondered what that something was, and if she'd ever feel comfortable enough to tell him. He also felt a little bad, not adding something to the conversation.

Clearing his throat, he took a sip of his drink and said, "I learned about that case, back when I was at Harvard. I did a paper on Joe Pistone."

Holly replied, "I feel bad for that guy. He's got to watch his back nearly every second of the day. That contract on his life is still active."

Nikki said, "Doesn't the government put people like that in witness protection?"

"Yeah, but WitSec can only do so much", Danny told her.

"That's right", added Traci, "All the powers of the government can't compete with human sight. It only takes one moment of recognition, one phone call made by somebody connected to the family, and that man's days are numbered. He'd have to be moved again."

Then, Erin put in her two cents: "Small wonder, why half the guys arrested for that stuff are so reluctant to come forward, oath or no oath."

Henry grunted and said, "In my day, it wasn't uncommon for a suspect to be smacked around a little, in order to get them to talk. Now, it feels like you got to do that, to shut them up."

A wave of light laughter spread around the table. Then, Danny took notice of the fact that his brother seemed to be trembling. He moved the salad he'd been chewing into his cheek, tapping the table to get the younger man's attention.

Then, he asked, "Got somethin' you wanna share with the class, kid?"

Jamie covered his smile with his hand and said, "Serpico. That sounds like you, when you first made detective."

Danny smirked and said, "Ha-ha. Very funny."

With that, he took a piece of tomato and hurled it across the table. Linda rolled her eyes, poking her fork into her own salad.

She turned to Holly, who was sitting next to her, and asked, "Great example for our sons, no?"

The twenty-five-year-old shrugged and said, "Boys will be boys, no matter what age they are."

"Lovely."

Soon after that, the main courses were brought out. Frank and Colton shared the saying of grace, both expressing their gratitude for the new bonds and fellowship shared with each other. As Holly cut into her food, Sean asked if her leg still hurt.

She told him, "It gets sore sometimes, like a really bad cramp, but I've got medicine and special cream at home for that."

Then, a new sound got everyone's attention. There were some children nearby, laughing at the Disney movie being shown on one of the restaurant's many small televisions: "Brave".

It was the moment, where Merida says to her transformed mother, "Sorry. I don't speak bear."

Danny noticed how it made Holly giggle.

Gesturing over his shoulder at the screen, he asked, "Do you turn into a bear, when someone pisses you off?"

"You don't want to know."

He smiled, returning his attention to his meal. Then, Jack asked if either of the girls rode horses, like Merida did.

Tricia said, "I do it more often. I've even done some competitions."

Erin smiled at this, saying, "I haven't done anything like that, since I was about thirteen. It was a phase, but I still had a lot of fun with it."

This was going better than any of them had hoped it would. The Reagans were already being embraced by the Mullinses, and vice-versa. It was as if they'd known each other forever. They didn't know where this road would lead, but they couldn't wait to find out.

AN: I tried to give this the same feel, as the Sunday dinners on the show. My mom came of age in a mobbed-up neighborhood (Ozone Park, Queens), so I know most of these legends because of her. In general, I won't make a specific pop culture reference, unless I think it'll move the story forward in some way, even if it's just in one scene. The next chapter will consist mostly of a conversation between Holly & Jamie. It starts out nice, but it won't end that way.