As Jamie returned home that night, around 2 am, it wasn't Flack standing by the entrance of her apartment, by the door. Instead, it was Hector Santos. Also known as Jamie's father. And someone she really didn't want to see, had no idea how he got here and really didn't care.

"Go to hell, Dad," Jamie replied, in plain English. She was going to speak English just to piss him off.

Hector got off the little table that Flack had once sat on, and came over to his daughter. He tried to give Jamie a hug but she moved away. "I came as soon as I hear Armando got shot."

Jamie put her purse inside but she was not prepared to let her father inside her apartment. "A phone call would have sufficed."

He shook his head. "Whoever shot him, will pay."

"The cops are taking care of this. Leave it alone. Go back to Santo Domingo. You stay around here, hell is going to break out," Jamie warned. "Leave. I'll buy the plane ticket myself. Get out of New York."

"Can't do. I got some business up here."

"Natalia will be here tomorrow," Jamie threatened. She knew that Hector and Armando's ex-wife did not get along. Natalia was Italian and had the New York Mafia in her blood. It was an odd choice for Armando, Jamie thought, to marry Natalia. Natalia had taken a lot of heat from her family for marrying into the Latino gang and she eventually broke away from her family ties. That was when Armando and Natalia decided to move to Miami but Jamie suspected that Natalia always still had the connections to the mafia here in New York. And the mafia hated Hector Santos.

Hector shrugged. "I'll deal with her."

Jamie shook her head, defiantly. "No, you will not. I will take care of Natalia. Stay far away from the hospital. And leave me the hell alone. I don't want to see you and I sure as hell don't want to be associated with you."

Her father didn't say anything as Jamie slipped into her apartment and slammed the door in his face. She locked both locks and didn't put her gun in the safe, automatically. She would be sleeping with her gun, underneath the pillow tonight and for the foreseeable future.

Jamie got out her phone and dialed the only person that she trusted at this point. She couldn't even trust Mario. And he also deserved to know if Hector was back in town. Hector had a lot of enemies in New York and if anyone knew that the boss man was back in town; his children might just become 'collateral damage.' Even Jamie as a cop, was not off limits.

"Flack," he answered the phone gruffly. It was 2 in the morning, after all.

"My father just showed up outside my apartment," Jamie said, going to her kitchen and getting out a beer.

Flack sighed. "I'm assuming that's a bad thing."

"I don't know if you put the two and two together but my father is Hector Santos," Jamie explained.

Next game a groan from the detective. "So what you're meaning is that you expect a gang land war starting up as soon as word gets out?'

"Basically. Flack, I think he has men outside my apartment," she explained, giving reason for the phone call. She felt a little guilty for calling him in the middle of the night and he left the hospital around 11 15.

"Stay put. I'll be there in 20. Don't answer the door to anyone," Flack said and hung up. Jamie didn't need to be told twice, she was on high alert.

18 minutes later, there was a knock at the door and Jamie got up from the couch and looked through the peephole. She was certain it was Flack, so she opened the door slowly, gun in hand though.

Flack stepped through the door and noticed the gun in her hand. "Gonna shoot me, Lovato?"

"Very funny," Jamie said. "You didn't have to come."

He rolled his eyes as he slipped off his shoes. "Oh yes, I did. And there's one guy outside your door, and another at the entrance of the building. Did your Dad bring all of the Dominican with him?"

Jamie shrugged. "I got no idea. All I know is that I am really hating the fact that I am Hector Santos' daughter, right about now."

"They wouldn't come after you. You're a cop, Lovato."

"My father has a lot of enemies. And if someone had a score to settle with my padre, I bet they shot Armando. And they wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in Mario, Rafael or me," Lovato explained.

Flack shook his head. "That's a bold move."

"I called up to the prison where Rafael is and told them to get him out of gen pop, because he'd be shanked in there," Lovato explained.

He nodded. "Gonna put a couple of uni's on your brother?"

She nodded. "Yeah." And then she finally noticed the bag in Flack's hand. "What's in the bag?"

"Clothes," Flack replied. "I'm staying with you, Lovato. At least until Hector Santos is on a plane back to where ever he came from."

'I'm fine, Flack," Jamie defended. "I can take care of myself. I did so for 17 months. I can manage."

Flack shook his head. "Not gonna fly, Lovato. You said it yourself. You wouldn't put it past someone to try and take out a hit on you. So consider myself your security detail," Flack explained.

"I still don't think it's necessary."

He just smiled. "Couch is fine?"

Jamie shook her head. "If you're going to stay with me, you mind as well sleep in the same bed. I promise I don't bite."

"Are you sure? I heard those Latina girls can be a little fiery."

Jamie raised an eyebrow. "I'll show you red head fiery if you don't watch it," she threatened.

"I'd love to see it," Flack replied as Jamie shut off the lights in the kitchen and living room and Flack followed her to the bedroom. He didn't expect the first time in Jamie's bedroom to be under these circumstances but hey, he was willing to take whatever he was going to get from her.