Okay, let's get back to my story. Some people can't be trusted to give constructive feedback. If I continue to have problems I will have no choice but to move it. I have been writing fan fiction for 10 years now and I have never had this problem before. Hopefully this was just a case of some mean spirited people.

Frank sat in the sunroom smoking a cigar and drinking a glass of bourbon with his father Henry. Erin was on her way with Nikki, Jamie was upstairs getting a box of pictures, Danny and his family would be here in ten minutes he had called and said they had just left the house.

"Hey dad, got the pictures." Jamie came down with a file box of pictures that had been put away a few years after the abduction.

"Thanks put them on the table." Henry inserted for his son.

"I am here," Erin called from the door.

"Me too." Nikki filled in as she got ahead of her mother and bent down to hug her grandfather.

"Hey grandpa." Erin smiled and hugged her grandfather, Henry.

"Nikki, could you get some coffee going. Danny and Linda and the kids will be here any minute." Henry asked his great-granddaughter.

"Sure." Nikki complied and made her way into the kitchen to start the coffee pot.

"So? How much do you have on Alexander?" Erin tried to get some information out of father.

"Wait, I want everyone here." Frank smiled at his enthusiastic daughter as he tapped on the files he had.

After five minutes Danny, Linda, and their boys arrived. Danny was wired, like an athlete about to start a Super Bowl game. "Just tell us." He was pacing.

"Sit down." Frank told his oldest son. "Alexander Reagan. Is now known as Xander Lavelle Harris. There was a cop, Anthony Harris at one of my old colleague's precinct who got fired due to showing up too many times drunk and disorderly. I looked up the file, he had assaulted his partner, left him with broken ribs and a concussion. He must have taken Alex before he and his wife moved to Sunnydale, California, that's where they raised him."

"Are you talking about that town that sank?" Jamie was shocked that not only was his twin kidnapped but had to avoid getting taken down by a giant sinkhole.

"They estimated about 4,000 people died. They evacuated the town earlier in the week but the morning before some people came to get things." Linda said as she lowered her head.

"He and his friends were some of the last ones out." Frank told his family.

"Wow." Erin whistled.

"Did he play sports, something?" Danny asked.

"No sports, he seemed to be the opposite of it. He stayed close a group of friends, he had one friend his whole life, Willow Rosenberg." Frank smiled, he had seen a high school photo of the girl who had been Xander's best friend. Fiery red hair, green eyes, and a smile that lighten anyone's mood.

"So pretty much after Sunnydale he falls off the radar." Henry was getting cranky.

"All they will say as far as his job at IWC is that is security based and that he travels a lot." Frank explained.

"Their very own SWAT team." Danny was shaking his head but smiling at the same time.

"You mean Uncle Xander is like a soldier?" Jack Reagan asked, now very interested in the conversation.

"Yes, something like that, not military." Henry clarified.

Frank pulled out a picture taken, it was the one of his wedding to Dawn Summers. He passed it to Jamie first.

"What's with the eye-patch?" Jamie asked as he stared at the picture disbelief.

"It doesn't say how he got it." Frank said shaking his.

Jamie handed the photo to his sister Erin and Nikki looked over her shoulder.

"OH MY GOD! That is a Vera Wang Bridal collection, it like retails for 40,000 dollars at least." Nikki screeched causing her Uncle Danny to cover his ears. "And her hair is so pretty, it makes me want to grow out my hair."

"Let me see." Henry asked as he shuffled over.

He took a look at it through his glasses. "Oh, my pretty one, a catch indeed. Definitely has good taste in women, something he got from me." He smiled roguishly.

Frank chuckled. Danny took a look at the photo, "Takes after the Reagan side, Jamie here takes after mom's side." Danny noted as he took the picture from Henry and gave it to Linda so the boys to see.

This time it was Sean who piped up to say, "Uncle Xander is a pirate?"

"No, he can only use one eye, it got damaged." Linda explained.

"So are you going to call him?" Nikki wondered.

"Well, someone has to be the first but I want everyone here in agreement." Frank said.

"Of course we do." Erin crossed her arms and furrowed her brow at the thought anyone in the family didn't want to contact Xander.

Harris Residence

Xander, Dawn, Buffy, Willow, Faith, Giles, and Helen were sitting at the Harris residence. Xander knew this had to be done by Scooby Gang by his side. They spent the last hour reassuring him that even though his family was one of cops they would try to be open minded.

"Okay, here goes nothing." Xander dials the number that Helen had provided him.

Phone Conversation:

"Reagan Residence." An older man answers in a gruff voice. Which only serves to make Xander

"Uh, is Francis Reagan there?" Xander is uncertain if he made the right now.

"Who is this? Are you a telemarketer?" the older man accuses him.

"No, I … This is Xander Harris."

A short pause. Everyone at Xander's place was holding their breath.

"Um, yes just a moment." The gentlemen is heard shuffling around.

Everyone at the Reagan residence was silent, they heard the phone ring and they could read the patriarch of the family well.

"Francis, its Xander."

All eyes went to Frank. His granddaughter Nikki started to jump up and down.

The tension in Danny's shoulder's got harder and he stood up taller and Erin who had just walked into the sunroom with coffee was leaning in beside her father's chair.

Jamie implored his father take the phone a little quicker. "Pick it up."

Frank took the phone, "This is Frank, Hello Xander."

"Hi, so…"

"Your dad sounds hot." Faith growled.

"That is so inappropriate Miss. Lehane." Giles admonished.

"You didn't hear that did you." Xander asked, knowing Frank probably did, although he had to admit it was an inappropriate distraction he needed and could count on from Faith.

"It's alright, got some people here with me as well. We were just talking about you."

"Seems a lot of people are interested in me, bosses get a little freaked out. Sorry about the interference." Xander meekly apologized.

"Understandable given your line of work. I am sure you know that you come from a family of cops." Frank sounded proud and Xander could hear in his voice as well.

"So, I've been told." Xander looks at Helen with a grin. "Three generations, even a lawyer or two in there." Xander was getting cocky, wanted to let them know he knew things too.

"Jamie went to law school but he is a police officer now, Erin works with the District Attorney, and Danny's a detective." Frank knew he probably knew all of this. "How did you get involved with IWC?"

"Dad." Erin was a little surprised at the turn of the conversation. She just felt the questioning was better done in person.

Xander didn't miss a beat, he was expecting it, "My mentor Giles, he got me involved after Sunnydale fell. We all settled in Cleveland and we resurrected the IWC." Xander was easy and light with his explanation.

"Invite him and his wife over for dinner." Erin whispered to her dad.

"How would you and Dawn like to come over for dinner tomorrow night?" Frank asked hoping Xander would say yes.

"Say yes." Willow whispered to Xander, nodding her head enthusiastically.

Xander couldn't resist, remembering Willow too had wished she was adopted. "What time?"

"5 o'clock sound good?" Frank asked.

"Sounds good." Xander agreed. "See you then."

"Good, I'll see you tomorrow night then."

"See you then." Xander hung up the phone.