Frank was waiting with a big bath towel to wrap her in when Janel got out of the shower. He wrapped her in it and held her in the embrace for a minute before she pulled away.

"Where's Joe?" she asked him.

"Things caught up with him and he fell asleep on the couch," Frank said.

"Did you have a nice chat?"

"Until he fell asleep, yes," Frank replied. "He's suffering a bit emotionally, too. Just not as bad as you."

"He didn't kill a man," she said softly as she looked at the floor.

Frank lifted her head to look at him. "Jamie told me about what happened at the church."

"I thought he might do that," she replied. Frank took her robe from the hook and helped her into it. She tied the belt snugly after letting the towel drop then took his hand. "Come with me. I want to show you what I painted."

Frank let her lead him to the corner of the bedroom where the painting still sat on the easel. He stared at it for several minutes. "Wow," he said finally. "There's just so much going on." He put his hands around her waist and kissed her neck.

"It's that day," she said then began pointing out the elements and explaining them. "There's the helicopter we flew to the house in. And the swimming pool we ended up in." She pointed to areas of blue. "The brown is the ravine I chased Geraldo into and the trees that bordered it." She painted to the grey. "These are the knife and guns involved. Mine and Delgado's. Then here…" she pointed out the body shaped figure pressed into the gobs of brown paint. "That's Delgado." She turned to look Frank in the eye. "I stabbed him. Then I twisted the knife and killed him."

Frank put his head against hers. "I know." He wiped at the tears he didn't see but knew were there. "I saw the autopsy report."

She pulled away. "When?"

"It came last night," Frank told her. "That's why I came by this morning. I had Baker cancel my morning." He watched as her mind worked. "Would you like to see the report?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want me to tell you what's in it?"

"I don't know that either," she replied.

"I'll leave the file," Frank said. "Then you can look at it or not. Or do whatever you want with it."

"That's probably a good idea," she replied. She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I need to get dressed. Why don't you go check on Joe?"

"OK," Frank said and returned the kiss before releasing her and turning to leave. As he started through the door he stopped and turned back. "The worst thing you'll ever do isn't killing someone," he said. "It's learning to live with killing someone."

Janel looked at the painting but still answered him. "I'm slowly learning that," she said and he nodded before leaving her alone.

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Joe was awake, but still jumped when Frank sat in the nearby chair. Frank held his hand out and said a quick, "Sorry."

Joe took a breath to calm his racing heart and lay back on the couch. "Is she OK?"

"I think she will be," Frank replied. "Will you?"

"I find myself confronted with what happened to me nine years ago," Joe replied. He looked back at Frank. "Did she tell you that she saved my life when I was shot?" Frank shook his head and Joe lay back and went on. "Something was going to happen. I could almost sense it. The FBI agents who were supposed to be handling my case had been recalled to DC about the Mano Sangrieta case which intersected because of the drugs. I was on my own… or I thought I was." He looked back again. "I remember being face down in the dirt. I hadn't seen who shot me, but I suddenly felt hands on the wound, trying to staunch the blood flow."

"Why weren't you wearing your vest?" Frank asked.

"I was," Joe replied. "He got me just above it. In the shoulder." He sighed. "Two inches to the left and he would have severed my spine."

"Why fake your death?"

"The FBI thought it was the Mexican cartel that tried to kill me," he said. "Thinking that I was the one that had been stealing their money. Gabriel Geraldo was not too keen on people taking his money."

Frank leaned forward to look at his son. "The FBI agents working on your case had no idea what was going on."

"Don't I know it," Joe replied. "Janel wasn't in on it until after I was shot, but they didn't give her the chance to investigate. I joined up doing undercover with Janel as my partner. I trusted her because she saved my life and it didn't take her long to trust me."

"Did you ever…?" Frank began.

"You're kidding, right?" Joe asked as he looked at Frank. "I'm too young for her."

"Only a couple of years," Frank replied.

Joe chuckled as he lay his head back down. "Excepted she's attracted to distinguished older men," he said. "Like you."

"OK," Frank said with a smile. "I'll buy that."

"And you know that case the NYPD was getting to close to?"

"Yeah?"

"It wasn't the case you were too close to," Joe told him. "You were getting too close to me." He quickly glanced at Frank. "So close, I could smell Danny's breath."

"If he'd seen him," Janel said from the doorway, gaining the attention of both men. "Not only would it have blown Joe's cover, but it would have pretty much blown the entire case."

Joe sat up and Janel sat down next to him. "But now we have Geraldo in jail. And his assassin is dead," Joe said.

"Does this mean you can come home?" Frank asked.

"Not yet," Janel put in. "Depends on who the next head of the Mexican cartel is or if they even keep their status as the most powerful Mexican cartel."

"I am not looking forward to that conversation," Joe put in.

There was a tap at the door and Jim stuck his head in. "You asked me to let you know when it's time to leave," he said.

"Give me ten," Frank replied.

"Yes sir." The door closed.

"Jim's still your detail?" Joe asked.

Frank smiled. "He's saved my life more than once," he replied and stood. "Now I've got to get going." Joe stepped forward and gave his father a hug. When they parted, Frank looked at Janel. You'll be there for Sunday dinner, right?"

She rolled her eyes but nodded. "I'll be there for Sunday dinner," she replied.

"When do you go back to where it is you're based?" Frank asked.

"I'm based in DC," Joe replied. "In a few days. There's something I have to do first."

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"Are you sure you're doing better?" Eddie asked as they walked along the sidewalk to one of Eddie's favorite restaurants.

Janel glanced at her. "I have good days and bad days," she said. "The day we picked out your wedding dress… that was a bad day. Today… is a good day."

"Good," Eddie said. "I'm starving." She pushed the door open and went in. "By the way," she went on. "Who is this you want me to meet?"

"My brother," she said. "I think you'll like him. He reminds me a little of Jamie."

"OK," Eddie said.

They walked through to a table in the back where he waited. He stood and turned to greet them. "Eddie," Janel began. "This is my half brother, Joseph Connors."

"Is it Joseph or Joe?" Eddie asked as she shook his hand.

"Joseph," Joe replied as he held the chair for her. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," Eddie said. "I feel like I should know you from somewhere."

"I'm pretty sure I'd remember if we met," Joe replied.

"Something about your eyes," she said.

Joe shrugged and changed the subject. "So you're the girl that finally trapped Frank's youngest son," Joe said.

"I guess that would be me," Eddie replied as Janel's phone rang.

"I just have to take this," she said and stepped away.

So much that Joe wanted to ask this woman, but he found himself unable to even look her in the face.

"So what brings you to New York?" Eddie asked.

"Burn treatment," Joe replied as he gestured to the bandages on his face. "I'm staying with my sister for a few days."

"Where do you live?"

"DC, most of the time," Joe told her. "But I was out in California visiting friends when the fires started and hooked up with a team of men fighting them."

"The same fires Janel got caught in?"

"Janie was on the other side of the fires from where I was," he said. "I got caught in a flashback."

"How bad was it?"

"Bad," he replied. "I would have been there when they found Janie, but I had been burned two days before."

Janel came back about then and Joe changed the subject as they looked at the menu. "So what were we talking about?"

"Tell me about your fiancé," Joe said to Eddie.

"Oh, Jamie," Eddie said as she smiled. "Jamie's awesome."

Janel started giggling into her hand as Joe gave her a weird look. "Inside joke," Janel said. "Go ahead, Eddie."

"We were partners for five years," Eddie said.

"And nothing happened?" Joe asked.

"Not until Jamie was almost killed in April," Eddie sad as the waitress arrived. They gave her their orders and she walked away.

It gave Joe a chance to compose himself and Janel winced. "What happened?" Joe asked.

"Uh, One of the guys from the Prospect Park 6 wanted revenge for nine years in jail and the loss of his mom so he hired a hitman to kill family members," Eddie explained. "Jamie ended up on the list."

"She had his back," Janel put in. "I heard it was one hell of a shot."

"He started shooting at Jamie and I shot at him," Eddie explained. "Then when he tried to drive away, I got him in the head."

"I hope someone arrested the guy who hired him," Joe said.

"Danny flew to Miami," Janel said. "The Miami police arrested him and he was extradited before he could even protest."

"We realized that we couldn't deny our feelings any longer," Eddie went on. "A few weeks after the attempt, he proposed over a game of mini golf."

"Hm interesting," Joe said. "So you're not partners anymore?"

"Well," Eddie began. "We wanted to be, but Jamie passed the Sergeant's exam and took a promotion." The waitress brought their food so Eddie paused to take a bite. "Now instead of my partner, he's my boss."

"And the commissioner's OK with this?" Joe asked incredulously.

"Frank is not completely OK with it…," Janel said.

"He's not?" Eddie asked. "I know he didn't want us to be partners anymore but…"

Janel grasped Eddie's wrist to stop her. "But he's getting used to the idea. I think it has as much to do with being afraid to lose another son." Janel looked at Joe.

"I understand that," Eddie said then went back to the earlier discussion. "Are you sure we've never met?"

"Not that I remember," Joe replied and he shoved some fries in his mouth.

"Maybe you just look like someone she used to know," Janel suggested. This time, she changed the subject. "When did you say you have to be back to DC?"

"Sometime next week," Joe replied.

"Would you like to come to our wedding?" Eddie suddenly said. "I have a dress and a veil." She smiled at Janel. "And my groom of course."

"I am honored at the invitation…," Joe said.

"Good," Eddie said. "Where can I send the invitation?"

Janel chewed her bite and swallowed. "Joe has a demanding job," she said. "He is between houses right now anyway."

"Maybe just give it to Janel and she'll get it to me," Joe said.

"I thought you said Joseph," Eddie said.

"Sometimes I slip up," Janel said. "He is my brother…" Joe proved it by thumping her in the forehead.

"But you remembered to call me Edit in front of my mom," she went on.

Joe finished his food. "Uh, I've got to go." He pointed to his mask. "Got a treatment this afternoon."

"Coward," Janel groused through clenched teeth.

"See you later, sis," he said with a peck to Janel's cheek.

Eddie looked at her expectantly.

"Open mouth insert foot," she muttered.

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