"What are we doing this afternoon?" Millie yawned as everyone finished their pizza.

"Well, once we leave here it will be about time for your nap, so I'll take you home and Aunt Linda is going to buy some groceries. I think the boys are going to go with Uncle Jamie for the afternoon."

"I don't need a nap," Millie frowned as she yawned again.

"Ok," Danny chuckled, sure that she would fall fast asleep about two minutes after she got in the car.

"Change of plans," Frank interrupted. "The boys and Nicki are still going with Jamie, but Linda and Erin have reservations at the spa at Hotel Wellington."

"What?" Danny, Erin, and Linda all asked confused.

"You are going to go home and pack a bag because Pop and I have reserved two rooms, one for you and Linda and one for Erin."

"Really?"

"Yep. Consider it an early Christmas gift from me and Pop. We'll take Millie and Jamie and Eddie are going to take the other three to see Transformers."

"I wanna go," Millie mumbled.

"Sorry, Mils, you're not old enough," Jack said. "This one might be a little scary for you."

"No it won't."

"Silly Millie, I already can't get you to sleep in your own bed. If you go watch a bunch of machines taking over the world, you'll be in the big bed until you graduate." Millie crossed her arms and frowned up at him.

"You bringing these three back to me or are you keeping them?" Frank asked Jamie as they all got up to leave.

"I don't have enough beds. I'm definitely bringing them to you. We'll be back later tonight. Bye, guys."

Millie was clearly annoyed with getting left behind, but didn't say anything else. She just sat with her arms crossed. "You want me to take Millie with me or is she going with you and Pop?"

"I think it will be easier if she just goes with me," Frank said.

"I'm not taking a nap, Grandpa," Millie grumbled, defiantly.

Danny looked down at her and raised his eyebrows. "Millie Reagan…"

"It's ok," Frank assured him. "You don't have to sleep."

"I don't?"

"Nope. Pop and I are going to nap. You can sit and wait on us to wake up." Frank knew good and well she'd be asleep by the time they pulled out of the parking lot, but he figured to avoid the fight, he'd just let her believe she was getting her way. He took her hand and led her over to the car as Danny followed.

"Hi Mr. Jim," Millie muttered as Jim opened the door to the backseat.

"Be good for Grandpa," Danny said as he buckled Millie into Frank's SUV and kissed her forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Just as suspected, Millie was asleep within the first three minutes of departure. She never even stirred as Frank carried her inside and plopped her down on the sofa in the sunroom. True to his word, he and Henry also took a seat and also enjoyed an afternoon nap. Danny dropped off all of the requested luggage and then made his way to the hotel. Linda and Erin had already enjoyed both a facial and a massage when Danny arrived and made his way to the room. He quickly plopped down on the bed and turned on sports as he waited on Linda. She and Erin took their time in the steam room and whirlpool before finding their way upstairs.

"What are your plans?" Linda asked as they rode the elevator up to the ninth floor.

"I have a book and a bottle of wine. I will probably order room service and sit on the balcony for most of the night."

"Sounds good. I'm not sure we'll be leaving the room either."

"I had a feeling," Erin laughed as they got off the elevator and went opposite directions down the hallway. "See you guys in the morning."

"Jack…" Erin called as she made her way inside to find the shower running and her ex-husband's clothes hanging over the back of the chair. She hadn't told Danny or even Linda that she had invited him over for the night. She picked up his shirt and smelled it. Memories flooded back of their honeymoon and she smiled. No matter what he did, she was always going to love him. She dropped her robe and made her way into the steamy shower.

"Hello Detective," Linda grinned as she made her way inside and directly in front of the television. Danny's eyes glistened as he hit the power button and tossed the remote control to the side.

"Hi there. Did you ladies enjoy yourselves?"

"Uh huh. Have you showered?"

"Nope. I was waiting on you. I've already got the candles lit… just waiting on you to begin running the tub. Give me two minutes and join me."

Linda made her way over to the small table where there was a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. She poured a glass for herself and Danny and then made her way into the bathroom for a very relaxing bubble bath. She slipped into the steaming hot water and rested her back against Danny's chest. He kissed the side of her neck as she melted into his arms. "Hey Danny."

"Yeah, Babe," he whispered as he continued kissing her neck.

"What do you think about adopting Millie?"

"Huh?"

"Millie. What do you think about adopting her? Just so she knows she always has a family. You know, so she always has somebody to show up for these sort of things."

"She has a family," Danny answered. "She knows she's part of our family and we'll always be there. Besides, what if Jackie comes back. She'd really be confused if we adopted her and then her Mom came back to get her."

Linda thought for a moment before dropping it. Clearly he wasn't ready to give up hope just yet on finding his old partner, even though by all accounts, the chance for a happy outcome was become bleaker by the day. "Hey Danny."

"Yeah Babe?"

"Do you think Erin is ever going to get married again and experience this? I mean, she's still a young, beautiful woman."

"I don't know."

"Well, do you think Jamie is finally going to…"
"Linda?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we not talk about my siblings. You're killing my mojo for sexy time."

"Got it. Sorry," she chuckled as she turned her head and found his lips.

As the residents of Hotel Wellington were enjoying a magical night, the rest of the Reagans were busy turning Frank's sunroom into Marine Headquarters. Jamie and Jack took the lead on making a fort out of sheets and couch cushions while Millie and Nicki put together an assortment of campground snacks. Sean, meanwhile, was collecting every single Nerf dart and Nerf gun that he could find.

"So what's the plan, Francis?

"They get twenty minutes of all out Nerf war, then we'll eat, watch a movie, and hopefully have them in bed at a decent hour."

Poor Frank. His great plan did go off without a hitch… until the movie was over and the kids were still wired. The minute the credits rolled, Millie and the boys jumped up and reignited the Nerf war. There were no signs of slowing down when Henry finally surrendered around 11:00pm and went to bed. Frank looked to Jamie for help. When he saw that his youngest had conveniently left him in the crossfires and instead had made his way upstairs with Pop, he figured he'd have to fight this battle on his own.

"Ten hut!" he finally yelled as all the kids came to a screeching halt. "I'm declaring a cease fire. Anybody with the name 'Reagan' anywhere in their name, has to be in a sleeping bag or bed of their choice in the next five minutes or else. Understood?"

"Yes sir!" they all giggled as they saluted. Jack and Sean took off toward Danny's old room. Jamie retreated to his childhood bedroom, and Nicki and Millie made their way to Erin's old room.

When the adults returned the following day to pick up the kids, they were refreshed, renewed, and ready for another week of raising their rambunctious brood. They had no idea how much that rejuvenating weekend was going to come in handy the following week.

As much as Danny had enjoyed not having to disappoint Millie everyday when she asked if he'd found Jackie yet, he was starting to get worried as she had begun asking about her and talking about her less and less. He and Linda tried to keep her memory alive as much as possible without upsetting Millie, but it was proving to be a struggle. Danny wasn't yet ready to give up hope that he was going to find his partner and sadly, it was sickness that sparked Millie's renewed interest in getting her mom home.

"How was your day, Millie?" Linda asked, looking in the rearview mirror to Millie who was leaned against the window, with her eyes closed.

"Fine."

"Do you feel ok?"

Millie shrugged.

"Did you take a nap today?"
"Yes ma'am."

Linda could tell she wasn't going to get anywhere, so she just left it and let Millie sleep on the way home. Jack and Sean were much more talkative once they got in the car. In fact, they talked non-stop until she pulled into the driveway.

"Wake up, Mills," Sean said as he and Jack unbuckled their seatbelts and prepared to jump out of the car. "Let's go play basketball."

"Change out of your uniforms first," Linda directed. "And Millie, put on some play clothes." The kids made their way upstairs to do as Linda said while she made her way to the kitchen to start supper. A few minutes later the boys ran past the kitchen and out into the backyard. Once Linda finished prepping supper, she walked out to check on them. "Where's Millie?"

"She was taking a nap," Sean said as he took a shot. "She didn't want to play so we left her upstairs."
Curious, Linda made her way upstairs. Millie was sound asleep when she walked in so she gently placed her hand on her forehead to check for fever. She felt a little warm but was tightly wrapped in her fuzzy, purple blanket as if she were cold. Convinced she had the beginning stages of flu, Linda made her way back downstairs and found some fever reducer. As much as she hated to wake the kid, she needed to make sure her fever wasn't something crazy. She returned a short time later and woke her up long enough to check her temperature and give her the medicine.

Danny made it in by 6:30pm. "Hey! Where is everybody?" he yelled as he dropped his keys on the table beside the front door.

"Dad!" Jack and Sean yelled as they bounded down the stairs and attacked Danny with a hug. "Wanna battle robots?"

"Sure guys. Where's Millie?"

"Upstairs taking a nap."
"Come on! Let's play."
"Can I eat first?"

"Ok. You got ten minutes."

Danny laughed as Linda joined them. "Hey Babe," he smiled as he planted a kiss on her. The boys took off back upstairs as he held her in his arms for a minute. "How was your day?"

"It was fine."

"So Millie's napping? At 6:30pm?"

"I think she might have the flu. She said she felt ok, but she's got a fever and has been sleeping for most of the afternoon, despite getting a nap at school today. Can you go check on her while I heat up your dinner? And take her some juice. She hasn't had a thing."

Danny made his way upstairs to find Millie, still in bed. "Hey Silly Millie," he smiled as he walked in and took a seat beside her. "How are you feeling?"
"Ok. Just tired."

"Yeah. Aunt Linda said you've been sleeping all afternoon. Think you can sit up and eat if I bring you some dinner?"

"I'm not really hungry, Mr. Uncle Danny. My head hurts."

"Yeah. You do need to drink a little bit though. Try some of this juice." Millie sat up and took a few sips. "You want me to put on a movie?"

"No sir." Danny looked at her puzzled. This was definitely not the Millie he was used to. "Can I lay back down now?"

"Yeah, Mil." He tucked he back in.

"Thank you," she sighed as she rolled over and went back to sleep.

Danny looked troubled as he walked back downstairs. "How's she feeling?" Linda asked.

"She said ok. She's just tired. Took a few sips of juice and went back to sleep. Did you call the pediatrician?"
"Yeah. He seems to think it's just the flu, but I'm still going to take her in tomorrow, just to be sure."

The following morning, Jack woke up before the rest of the family and headed to Millie's room to see if she was better. He had actually started to miss his little shadow… mainly because in Millie's eyes, he could do no wrong. When he got into her room, he saw her laying on her side with her eyes open, but something wasn't quite right. He shook her, but couldn't get her fully alert. Sensing something was wrong, he tore out in a dead sprint to Danny and Linda's room.

"Dad!" Jack yelled as he sprinted into their bedroom out of breath. "I think something's wrong with Millie."

"What is it?" Danny asked as he sat up, rubbing his eyes, slightly disoriented.

"It's like she's awake but she won't say anything."
Linda looked at him in a panic. "I'm sure she's fine. I'll go check it out." Danny followed Jack to Millie's room, but after taking one look at her, he yelled for backup. "LINDA!" Faster than humanly possible, Linda flew in in her pink housecoat.

"She's unresponsive."

"Millie!" Linda said, checking for a pulse and trying to see if she could hear air moving. "Millie Reagan, look at Aunt Linda." When nothing changed, Linda looked to Danny. "We need to call an ambulance and get her to the hospital now."

"Let's take my car. I can get us there quicker. Jack, can you stay here with Sean until Pop gets here?"

"Yes, Dad."
Danny wrapped Millie in her beloved purple blanket and sprinted down the stairs and out to the car, with Linda following behind. They jumped in and sped off. The moment they got in the car, Danny dialed Pop and explained the situation. He assured him he would head over to their house right away. The next call he placed was to Frank, who was already headed into the office.

"Hey, what are you doing? Want to meet for breakfast?" Frank asked warmly as he answered the phone.

"Dad, it's Millie. She's lethargic and unresponsive. We're headed to St. Vic's."
"I'm on my way," Frank assured him before ending the call. "Change of plans, Jim. We need to go to St. Vic's, forthwith."

"How's she doing, Babe?" Danny asked, glancing in the rearview mirror as he weaved in and out of traffic.

"Still nothing," Linda answered as she held Millie in the backseat.

Danny had Millie to the hospital in record time. He pulled straight up to the ER doors as Linda jumped out and ran inside. "Jessie!" Linda shouted as one of her fellow nurses ran up to see what was wrong. "We found Millie unresponsive this morning!" She placed Millie on a stretcher as a handsome doctor joined them.

"What do we have?"
"This is Millie. She's five years old. She slept most of the afternoon yesterday and all night last night. She had a fever of 101. I gave her one dose of children's Tylenol last night. When we got up this morning she was lethargic and mostly unresponsive. We thought it was just the flu."

"Is she allergic to anything?"

"Not to my knowledge. We just got custody of here about a month ago, so I'm not really sure. She's never been sick."

Dr. Carson pushed Millie back into a curtained off area. "Let me work her up. I'll be out as soon as we know something."

Danny came running into the emergency waiting room as soon as he parked the car. "Babe, how is she?"
"We don't know yet. They have her in the back trying to figure out what's going on." They both stood staring at the doors.

"I got a call from Pop. He's at the house with the boys."

"Good."

They stood, holding one another for what seemed like an eternity until Frank and Jim walked up behind them.

"Danny, how is she?"

"Still waiting."

Frank walked over and hugged Linda. "We thought it was the flu," she sighed. "I should've brought her in last night."
"She's going to be fine," Frank assured them both as they all took a seat in the corner of the waiting room.

It wasn't too much longer until Dr. Carson finally reappeared. Danny, Linda, and Frank all jumped to their feet. "How is she Jon?" Frank asked, clearly taking the lead.

"She's awake, Commissioner. She's still got a slight fever and when we put her in a gown, we noticed she has a rash on her back."

Linda thought quickly. "Meningitis?"

"That's what we're thinking. We need to do an LP to make sure."

"LP?" Danny asked. "What's that?"

"A spinal tap," Linda whispered.

"You're going to knock her out, right?" Danny asked, slightly panicked, knowing that a spinal tap was literally the worst thing he could think of for a five-year-old.

"We'll give her some medicine to help her relax."

"If it is meningitis, what's the prognosis?" Frank asked.

"If it's viral, she'll should be better in seven to ten days. If it's bacterial, it may be a bit more serious. We won't know until the LP."

"Thanks, Jon," Frank smiled, with a handshake."
"You got it, Commissioner. Linda, do you want to come back and hold her still?"

"Sure." She handed her purse to Danny and followed Dr. Carson.

"Want my help?" Danny asked.

"I think you better stay out here with Frank. We'll be back in a little while."

"Want me to call Erin to bring you some clothes?" Frank chuckled, pointing to Danny's pajama pants as they rejoined Jim.

Danny looked down. "I do look ridiculous. We didn't have time to think. I just grabbed Millie and ran. I've never seen one of my kid's so lifeless, Dad."

"It's a terrible feeling. I remember when Jamie was about three and we took you guys canoeing at Carney's Cove."

"Oh yeah. Kid thought he was an Olympic swimmer."

"Yeah when in reality, he could barely figure out how to stay right-side-up with his floaties on. We had turned out backs for a second and he was in the water.

"And he got trapped under the boat."

"Yeah. When we pulled out his limp, little body, our hearts dropped."

"Good thing you had enough sense to do CPR."
"Just like you had sense enough to jump in the car, in whatever state, and bring Millie to the hospital. And at least you're wearing pants. I was in my Hawaiian print swimming trunks and bucket hat."

After about forty-five minutes of wishing they could take away Millie's pain, Dr. Carson finally reappeared.

"Hey guys, spinal tap was successful with minimal struggle. Millie's resting now. As expected, she does appear to have viral meningitis, so unfortunately there's nothing we can really give her. She should be better within a week to a week and a half."

"Thanks, Doc," Frank said, with a relieved smile.

"Can we see her?"

"Yeah. Head on back. Curtain three."
Danny, Frank and Jim all headed back. Jim stood outside of the curtain while Danny and Frank went in. "Hey Granddaughter," Frank smiled as Millie lay on her side, holding Linda's hand.

"Grandpa," she smiled, weakly. "They stuck a needle in my back."

"I know. I'm sorry. But the good news is, you'll be better real soon."

"Hey girl, Danny said as he leaned over and kissed the side of Millie's head, "you about scared me to death. Don't do it again."
"Sorry, Mr. Uncle Danny."
"It's ok," he chuckled. "I'm just kidding. When you get to feeling better, we'll go get frozen yogurt and you can pick all the toppings you want."

"All I really want is Mama. Grandpa, can you please find her today?"

"We're trying, Millie," Frank sighed as they all looked to each other and then back to the sad little girl in front of them.

"When can I go home?"
"You've got to lay real still for about an hour," Linda said, "or else you might get a headache. Then we can go home."

Dr. Carson released Millie around lunch time. Frank went to the office as Danny and Linda returned to their house. Linda took Millie straight upstairs and back to her bed. "All right, sweet girl. I know it's no fun, but you need to stay in bed today. I'm going to go fix you something for lunch. What movie do you want to watch?"

"Doesn't matter," Millie sighed.

Linda turned on Pippi Longstockings and took a seat on the bed beside Millie. "How do you feel about some tomato soup and a grilled cheese?"

"Ok."

"Do you want anything else? Maybe some yogurt?"

"I just want Mama," Millie said sadly as tears ran down her face.

"I know you do," Linda said, trying to comfort her. "Try to rest. I'll be back in just a little bit."

"Danny!" Linda called as soon as she hit the bottom of the stairs.

"What is it, Babe?" he asked as he and Henry walked in from watching Sean and Jack pommel each other in the backyard.

"Millie's melting down upstairs. Can you go? I need to fix her something to eat."

"What happened?"

"She's missing Jackie," Linda said sadly. "Poor kid."

"I got her," Danny assured her as he gave her a kiss and headed up the stairs.

"Care if I join?" Henry asked.

"Sure, just keep your distance so you don't get sick."

"I don't get sick, Daniel. Let's go."

"Silly Millie," Danny smiled as he walked in to find Millie curled on her side, quietly crying into her pillow, "look who I brought."

Millie wiped her eyes and looked up at Henry. "Hi Pop," she sighed.

"Hiya, Peanut. You've got exactly nine days to get better before we have to get back in the gym."

"Slow your roll, Grandpa," Danny quickly interjected. "We're going to make sure Millie is completely better before she starts all that jumping and flipping again. Isn't that right, Mil?"

Tears continued to flow from Millie's eyes. "Sure, Mr. Uncle Danny."

"What in the world?" Danny asked as he sat down on the bed beside Millie. "What's going on? Do you not feel good?"
"Not really. I want Mama!"

"I know and I'm sorry she's not here. But I'm here and Pop is here and Aunt Linda and Jack and Sean. What can we do to make it better?"

Millie didn't say anything.

"Hey Mils," Henry began as he rolled her desk chair over to the side of the bed, "tell us what your Mom used to do when you were sick that would make you feel better."

Millie thought for a moment. "I can't remember."

At that moment, Danny knew what was really going on. On top of Millie just genuinely not feeling well, she, herself, thought she was forgetting Jackie and that adding to her level of discomfort. "You probably can't remember because you don't feel good. I bet if we think together we can figure it out."

"Ok."

Danny got up and walked out for just a moment, only to return moments later with a cool washcloth. "Now when I was a little boy and I was sick, my mom would take a cool cloth like this, fold it up, and put it on my forehead."

"Yeah," Millie agreed. "Mama used to do that."

"Let's see," Danny continued as he once again sat down on Millie's bed, "she also used to sit beside my bed and run her fingers through my hair until I fell asleep."

"Mama did that too."
"What else did Mama do?" Pop asked as Danny gently stroked Millie's hair.

"She sang to me."

"Ah," Danny said as he smiled. "I think I could handle that."

A few minutes later, Henry slipped out as Linda slipped in to find Danny singing softly as Millie drifted off to sleep. "How is she?" Linda whispered.

"She doesn't feel good, but the real problem here is that she's afraid she's forgetting Jackie. She couldn't remember what Jack used to do to make her feel better when she was sick, so I threw out a few suggestions and we managed to stir up her memory."

"How in the world did you figure that out?"

"I'm a detective."
"Yeah you are."