When she wakes up she's tangled in blankets, and drenched in sweat. She has a hard time just catching her breath. She flips on the light and looks around the room, trying to bring herself back to reality. She tries to get the dream she's just had out of her head. She flips off the light and lies in the dark. With her eyes closed it's as if she can hear his voice, even if just for a second.

She thinks back to the last time she saw him, the last time she heard his voice.

She looks at her son, dressed in his army fatigues getting ready to board a plane to the middle east. Every fiber of her being tells her to take her little boy and run, but a man stands before her. "I've got to go," he tells her.

She steps forward as the lump in her throat grows. She reaches for him, and he steps into her embrace. He squeezes her tightly. "Love you mom," he whispers softly.

She pets his head, and kisses the top of his head, "I love you too," she reminds him.

He releases her. "I've really got to get going," he announces as he throws his bag over his shoulder.

"Come back in one piece, ok son?" Greyson tells him.

"Anything for you pops."

"Just come back," Wilhelmina pleads.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"Be safe," his step-mother muses.

"I'm always safe Kelly."

"Bye Gabe," ten year old Emma waves.

He twirls her around in the air. "Behave for mom and dad, ok?"

"Ok," she agrees with a smile.

"Come on private we're waiting on you," another man in uniform calls from the plane.

"Coming," he smiles.

She opens her eye but the vision of Gabe remains. A young man dressed in green and brown camouflage with a shaved head. Handsome, and tall with big blue eyes. A bright white smile, on a perfectly symmetrical face.

She puts a fluffy down filled pillow over her head. But she can't stop thinking about her dream. A thin, dirt covered version of Gabe pleading with her, "Please help me." The dream shook her to her core, even though she had it many times before. In fact it was the only recurring dream she had ever had. She closes her eyes, but sleep doesn't come easily. She finally dozes off. Less than an hour later her alarm clock wakes her up.

She rolls out of bed and gets ready. She pours herself a cup of tea, and heads out the door. She walks into Mode with huge dark circles under her eyes. No amount of make-up in the world could hide circles that big. She quietly slips into her office. When Marc slips in her head is on the desk. He walks up quietly.

"Are you sleeping?" he asks softly.

She doesn't respond. He gently taps the arm that is between the desktop and her face. "Willie wake up."

She jumps. "You scared me," she admits.

"You were asleep?"

She sits back in her chair and yawns. "I didn't get any sleep last night," she admits.

"Do you want some tea, or coffee? Some speed, maybe?"

"Marc I'll be fine."

"You fell asleep on your desk."

"I'll be fine."

"Willie what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"You take a day off out of the blue. I would think that after a day off you'd be well rested, but you look exhausted."

"I told you that I didn't sleep last night."

"Is something wrong?"

"No I'm fine," she admits.

"You don't have to lie to me."

"I'm just dealing with some personal issues."

"Is this because of Connor?"

"No," she admits.

"I didn't think so. So what's this about?"

"What's what about?"

"The look of despair that you're rocking today."

"Look of despair?"

"Why don't you go home and get some rest?"

"I can't just leave."

"I'll keep Daniel occupied."

"He's a little bit more observant than you give him credit for being, he would notice."

"So take a nap, and I'll push all of your appointments to tomorrow."

"I've got a lot of work to do."

"Fine. I'll leave you alone."

"Bye," she waves to him as he leaves.

Marc stops at reception to get Wilhelmina's messages. He returns to her office, but knocks this time.

"What Marc?" she snarls without looking up from her desk.

"I've got your messages."

"Bring them to me," she demands.

He hands her the messages, and retreats. She rifles through the messages. She tosses half of them into the trash can. Before she can go through the rest of the pile her phone rings. She picks up the receiver and finds Amanda on the other end.

"Greyson Cooper is on the line for you."

"Take a message."

"He said that it was urgent, that it can't wait."

"Take a message," Wilhelmina repeats.

"He said that if you told me to take a message he'd come see you in person."

Wilhelmina rolls her eyes and answers, "He's the last person that I want to deal with today, but put him through."

"Ok," Amanda agrees.

"Wilhelmina?"

"Greyson why are you calling me at work? We have an agreement."

"It's an emergency."

"What could possibly be so important that you're calling me?"

"I just got word that there has been confirmation that two men from Gabe's unit are alive. Their identities haven't been confirmed."

"That doesn't mean anything. They're prisoners of war. There is nothing that we can do."

"You're right. There is nothing that we can do, but a plan has been put in motion to retrieve them."

"I see."

"These guys will be able to give us closure. They'll be able to tell us exactly what happened to our son."

"Keep me posted."

"Goodbye Wilhelmina," he hangs up.

Wilhelmina tries her best to focus on work, but her focus keeps returning to Gabe. Finally she decides to head home. There are very few people left in the office when she gets into the elevator. Marc slips in with her just before the doors close.

"I did something that I shouldn't have," Marc confesses.

"I don't want to know about it."

"I know I'm not your assistant anymore, but I still worry about you."

"What's your point?"

"I may have hacked into your computer the other day."

"Find anything of interest?"

"One thing."

"Really?"

"Don't hit me for asking this."

"I can't make any promises."

"I'll take my chances."

"With what?"

"Who is Gabe Cooper?"

She looks at him, and then looks at the floor. "Did you hear me?" he questions.

"Yes Marc, I heard you."

"But you didn't answer."

She clenches her jaw, and flares her nostrils. "I should have you fired," she tells him.

"I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business."

"You're damn right it's none of your business."

"But you knew him?"

"Yes I knew him."

"That's why you took yesterday off?"

"I went to D.C. to visit his grave. I go every year on the day of his death."

"He must have meant a lot to you."

"He did."

"You never mentioned him. We're you two close?"

"Gabe didn't talk to me for years," she admits.

"Who was he? Your nephew? Cousin? Brother? You don't have a brother do you?"

"No," she answers.

"To which one?"

"All of them," she replies.

"Was he your godson?"

"No Marc, he wasn't."

"So who was he? A young lover?"

"No Marc, he was my son," she reveals.