Brendan silently sat on an unoccupied stoop, staring at the sidewalk as Ty sat in the squad car with the door open as he held the file. Tears were pooling in Brendan's eyes, but he kept them in, as he didn't want to show his emotions in front of Ty right now.

As predicted, Ty wasn't happy to be interrupted, but had come. Sasha had been understanding and had said that they could catch up tomorrow. Ty had then walked to where Brendan was.

"I can't believe you stole this and nobody noticed," Ty said, gazing at Brendan. "What made you take this from the file room at the new 55th precinct? I thought you were off duty."

Biting his lip, Brendan looked up at Ty, "You know that kid we picked up near Ground Zero yesterday afternoon?" he asked. "The one named David Sullivan?"

Ty nodded, "I did some digging and that file belongs to JT Sullivan, David's brother," Brendan explained in a soft voice. "There's a letter written by my father in there to Sully...I figure that Sully is related to these kids somehow..."

Frowning, Ty opened the file and immediately seeing the letter, he skimmed it.

"Woah," Ty said, gazing back up at Brendan with wide eyes. "Why would Sully hide this stuff?"

Brendan shrugged, "I don't know," he replied. "I called a phone number that was listed on one of the other papers in there and I guess Edward Addison gave his phone to a friend. I ended up meeting with a guy named Fred Yokas not far from here."

Ty raised an eyebrow, "Fred Yokas?" he asked. "That's Faith's ex husband..."

Suddenly, Ty was cut off by a voice, "5-3, we have shots fired at the Ramon restaurant...All units responding to the scene...multiple injuries and fatalities...EMS are on the scene and more are pending."

Rising from the stoop, Brendan sighed, "We gotta go, Ty," he said, moving to the car. "Let's keep this information and the file between us, all right?"

Closing the file, Ty placed it on the dashboard and swung his legs inside. They had to go.

"...Oh, man, Holly, I know this kid,"

"...What?"

Hearing voices, Tommy opened his eyes and saw that Carlos was hovering over him, "Hey Carlos, what's up?" he whispered. "Is Kylie okay?"

Carlos froze, "Kylie?" he asked, terrified that his biological daughter was hurt. "Where is she?"

Suddenly, a loud wailing sound could be heard. Carlos turned just in time to see Holly running over to a little girl who was crying and had a scared look on her face. She appeared unhurt.

"I think it was JT's old man," Tommy whispered as Carlos pressed something over his bleeding chest. "That guy's a lunatic stalker...kidnapped JT's mom from her hospital bed..."

Holly brought Kylie over to where Carlos was helping Tommy, "I called for help, Tommy, just like you said," Kylie said, looking scared at the blood on Tommy's chest.

"You did good, Kylie," Tommy whispered. "You go with the nice lady paramedic now, okay?"

Kylie looked at Carlos, "I wanna stay with my daddy," she whimpered, gazing at the man who visited her family whenever he could.

Her eyes widening, Holly realized that Kylie was referring to Carlos, "I couldn't take care of her," Carlos said to Holly as he began prepping Tommy for transport. "I gave her to a family who could...I was too afraid you'd stop loving me if I told you about her..."

Before Holly could reply, Ty and Brendan arrived. "More paramedics are arriving," Ty said, gazing down at Tommy. "Hey, we picked this kid up for loitering the other day..."

"I was just having dinner with my family, man," Tommy whispered. "JT's old man came in here with a mask on and started shooting...He's been stalking our group ever since JT and his family moved here...We didn't have the power to keep him away from anyone but JT's momma."

Carlos sighed, "We really gotta get the kid to the hospital," he said. "He's bleeding pretty bad."

"Officer Davis, you gotta call Officer Bosco," Tommy whispered as Holly and Carlos slid a backboard underneath him and secured it. "Tell him to keep an eye on JT..."

Kylie grabbed to Tommy's hand, "I wanna come," she whimpered. "Can I come?"

"Yeah, you can come," Carlos said, before Holly could say no. "Tommy could use company."

Ty and Brendan watched as Carlos and Holly carried Tommy out of the restaurant with Kylie following, clinging to Tommy's hand like there was no tomorrow.

Horrified that stealing the file would lead to such a tragedy, Brendan watched silently as Ty moved off to brief the arriving paramedics on the situation. It was good that Grace was off tonight, Brenda thought, as he reflected on the situation and wondered where Fred went.

In the safety of Faith's apartment, Grace silently sat at the kitchen table nursing a cup of tea, thinking about what Brendan was doing and why he didn't tell anyone where he was.

It was nearly three in the morning, but neither Faith nor Grace wanted to talk or sleep.

Faith was moving around the apartment, straightening things up and trying to tire herself out.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Holly remained where she was and silent.

Wondering who on earth could be at the door so early in the morning, Faith moved over to the door and opened it. A woman in a large jacket, sweats, and an oversized t-shirt was standing there shivering and gazing at the floor with her blonde hair all over the place and boots.

"Can I help you?" Faith asked, wondering if this was just some homeless person.

There was silence and then the woman raised her head, "Faith?" Danielle asked, pushing a lock of loose hair out of her face. "Faith, it's Danielle Sullivan...do you remember me?"

Her eyes wide, Faith gently pulled Danielle into the apartment and closed the door, "How'd you get away from him this time?" she asked. "You've been missing for two weeks..."

"Let's not talk about that now," Danielle replied in a tired voice as she moved over to the couch and sat down. "I just want to get some rest...Can I sleep on your couch tonight?"

Faith nodded, "David and Ellie should be up in a few hours, I hope they don't wake you," she replied, moving over to the linen closet. "I'll get you a blanket and a pillow."

Danielle's eyes widened, "David and Ellie are here?" she asked, wincing as she rose from the couch. "Where's John at?"

Faith was silent for a moment, "Danni, after you were taken, John got almost manic and ran away," she replied. "He fainted near the 55 firehouse and was taken to Mercy hospital...I went by there the other day with Emily...He's got the flu and Type 1 diabetes..."

Tears came to Danielle's eyes and she placed a hand over her mouth, "Oh man," she whispered in a frightened tone. "Faith, I know it's late...I need to see my David and Ellie right now."

Faith nodded and gestured to the spare bedroom where David and Ellie were sleeping, "They're in there," she replied, knowing that Danielle needed to see her kids for reassurance. "Do you want to go to the hospital and get checked out after that?"

"Yeah," Danielle replied as she moved off towards the spare bedroom.

Faith watched as the light was flipped on. She could hear Danielle talking to David and Ellie.

Even though she was at the table, Grace could hear two small voices replying and the woman telling the two kids that she missed them, loved them, and was so happy to see them okay.

"Shouldn't she go to the hospital in an ambulance after missing for two weeks?" Grace, who didn't know or understand why there was a strange woman here. "She looks pretty banged up."

Before Faith could reply, the light went off and Danielle came out of the bedroom, "They went back to sleep and I promised them that we'd spend some time together tomorrow," she said, her voice trembling. "The kids were the only thing keeping me from just giving up..."

"C'mon, I'll drive you to the hospital," Faith said in a reassuring voice. "I can wake Emily and ask her to take care of David and Ellie...She can get them off to school later on."

Danielle looked at Grace, "Who are you?" she asked, suspicious of this strange woman.

"I'm Grace Finney, I'm a paramedic over at the 55," Grace replied in a warm tone, as she hoped that this woman would trust her. "I can stay here and keep an eye on things for you."

Danielle nodded, "Danielle Sullivan," she replied. "I would appreciate that, thank you."

"Are you related to the Sully who used to work at the 55 precinct by chance?" Grace asked, wondering if Sullivan was a common name or there was something more to Danielle.

As Faith opened the door, Danielle allowed herself a small smile, "Actually, yes, I do know a retired cop by the name of Sully," she replied. "Sully's my father."

Shocked at this revelation, Grace was silent as Faith and Danielle left the quiet apartment.

Hanging up his cell-phone, LaRusso looked at Bosco, who was lingering near the pop machine for a late night sugar rush, "Hey, the night shift called and said that some kid was shot to death in Bed-Stuy," he said in a solemn tone. "They think it was Smartie...one of JT's friends."

Bosco frowned and shrugged, "Probably out where he shouldn't have been," he replied in a distressed tone. "In the last month, we've busted him, Tommy Lauren, and John for curfew five times...they were always sitting around that church talking...it creeped me out. "

"Yeah, well maybe John had a good reason for being out that late," LaRusso replied. "He's never been hostile to us, he was quiet...Since he moved here, that kid has always been quiet."

Bosco nodded and folded his arms, "I remember whenever we took John home, Danielle wouldn't get angry about him being out late," he stated. "She would ask him if he was okay and give him a hug...then the kid would get all teary and his mom would calm him down and send him to bed."

"Danielle's a good mom to those kids," LaRusso stated. "I talk with Jimmy every once in a while and she works hard to provide for those three kids...and she's always there for her kids too."

Before Bosco could reply, Carlos and Holly came in with Tommy on a gurney. Kylie was running alongside the gurney, tears streaming down her young face.

As a doctor and nurse came over, Bosco's cell-phone started vibrating, "LaRusso, go and see what that's all about, I'll take this," he snapped, taking the cell-phone out of his pocket.

While Bosco busied himself on the phone, LaRusso wandered into the trauma area and immediately recognized who was on the gurney, "Tommy, what happened?" he asked.

"It was JT's old man," Tommy whimpered, crying as the nurses cut his clothes off.

Alarms began to sound as Tommy suddenly puked blood and passed out, "Wait outside, please," one of the nurses said as the doctor began doing CPR.

Frowning, LaRusso stepped out into the foyer and saw Carlos sitting with a little girl on a row of plastic chairs while Holly watched from a distance, "On the way here, Carlos told me that he tried raising Kylie, but decided to give her a better life," she explained in a soft tone. "From what I've heard from Davis over the radio, Kylie's adoptive family was at that restaurant where the shots were fired...They say that the only survivors of that attack were a boy and his young cousin."

"Yeah, Tommy Lauren," Holly explained, concerned as LaRusso frowned.

LaRusso frowned, "Doesn't JT Sullivan have a friend named Tommy Lauren?" he asked, remembering what Tommy had told him just as Bosco returned.

"Davis just phoned me," Bosco said in a solemn tone.

Holly nodded, "Tommy's in the trauma room right now in critical condition," she explained. "Carlos said that Tommy told him to look out for JT Sullivan...whoever that is."

"Look, LaRusso, I have to go upstairs and talk to Sully," Bosco said, knowing that with one kid dead and another possibly dying, John might be next. "Keep an eye on things down here."

LaRusso nodded, as he knew that Bosco was going to make sure that John was okay.

Gritting his teeth, Bosco marched off towards the elevators. Some days, he really hated his job.

Near the desk, Holly and LaRusso were silent as they watched Carlos and Kylie talk quietly. Even though Carlos had never mentioned giving a child up before, Holly's heart went out to both him and Kylie.

The pieces of many strange puzzles were beginning to come together, but what would happen?

Rough hands were on his arm. John could feel rough hands, the hands of a man, on his arm.

Fighting fatigue that threatened to keep him asleep, John opened his eyes and saw a male form hovering over him with a gentle grip on his arm. Everything was quiet, where was his grandfather?

"What are you doing to my arm?" John whispered, gazing up at the silent figure.

There was a momentary silence, "It's all right, kid, I'm a night nurse," a male voice said in a gentle tone. "Just getting some vitals and checking your blood sugar...Just relax, I won't hurt you."

While the nurse continued working, John was suddenly gripped by a flashback of being unable to move or speak while things happened that were beyond his control. He began to shake violently.

"Please, let go of my arm," John said, his tired voice quaking. "Just please...stop."

The nurse sighed, "Relax, kid, I'm almost done," he said in a calm, yet monotone voice.

As sweat poured down his body, John bolted upright and jerked his arm away, "I told you to stop," he said in a dark tone, pushing the nurse away with all his might. "I hate you, Edward, I hate you."

Anger and shock pulsing through his body, John got out of bed and with one swing, he had knocked the nurse out on the floor. Unknown to him, Sully had returned from a nearby pop machine with gingerale in case John needed sugar and had heard him talking in that voice.

Unaware that his grandpa was back in the room, John swore, knocked the portable table over and took off down the hallway at a fast walk while gripping to his IV pole for support

"Crap," Sully said as he put the gingerale on the bedside table and picked the portable table up.

Knowing that John was either having a bad nightmare about the past or his blood sugar had dropped, Sully quickly pressed the nurse's call button. Within seconds, a female nurse arrived.

"A male night nurse came in and it scared my grandson so much that he ran off," Sully explained, gesturing to the nurse on the floor. "He's got the flu and Type 1 diabetes…he needs to be found."

The nurse nodded and knelt down to check the male nurse while Sully ran off to find John.

Fighting back the tears that threatened to fall with every painful step she took, Danielle pulled away from Faith and sat in the closest wheelchair that she could find.

"Can you wheel me over to the desk please, Faith?" Danielle asked, relieved to finally be off her feet after her 'great escape'. "I can see if they still have my wallet…"

Faith nodded and wheeled Danielle over to the desk, "Excuse me, I'm Danielle Sullivan," Danielle said to the night nurse. "I was wondering if you still had my wallet here from two weeks ago?"

The nurse moved things around the desk for a moment, then suddenly looked at Danielle wide-eyed, as if she'd seen a ghost, "Aren't you the Danielle Sullivan that everyone's been looking for?" she asked, gazing around for an officer. "Officer LaRusso!"

LaRusso looked around for the source of the voice and his jaw dropped when he saw Danielle and Faith at the desk, "How the heck did you get here, Danielle?" he asked, his voice and eyes full of shocked relief as he walked over to them. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm just a little sore, but I'm more worried about John," Danielle replied. "Faith told me that he had been admitted and he's sick with the flu and Type 1 diabetes…I just want to see him.."

Just then, Bosco walked back into the ER, followed by Sully, "LaRusso, we've got a problem on our hands," he said in an exasperated tone. "A male night nurse was doing vitals on John and the kid got scared, knocked the nurse out, and took off at a run…Sully saw the tail end of it."

"Bosco, guess who just walked into ER?" LaRusso said, grinning as he gestured to Danielle, who had a concerned look on her face about what Bosco had just said.

Suddenly recognizing Danielle, Bosco stared at her, absolutely speechless, "Dad, it's been a while," Danielle commented, her gaze traveling to Sully. "You say that John is missing?"

Tears in his eyes about seeing Danielle again, Sully nodded and walked over to where she sat in the wheelchair, "Yeah, I guess he's never really gotten over what happened," he said.

"Dad, I need some help for John, he's been through so much pain and suffering," Danielle whispered, tears running down her face as she rose and hugged him. "We have to find John…we have to help him…"

Sully nodded and held his daughter in a gentle hug, "We'll find John, Danielle," he said in a gentle tone. "We'll find him, I promise…It's been a lot of years, but I promise that I'll help you now...you and my grandkids."