Emma held a hand over her mouth as she watched her Moms 'debate'.

"We are not doing someone walking either of us down the aisle."

"Why not? You could have Buzz, and my son could walk with me."

Olivia raised an eyebrow, "That would presume that he could pull himself from Leah Bauer's bedside for half a second."

Natalia gave Olivia a gentle shove, "C'mon now. Are we not doing your dream wedding. Outside at the farm..."

Olivia cut Natalia off, "Since I couldn't convince you to import a white sand beach."

"Outside, all white, the flowers, the dresses, the chairs, my son may take revenge on you for making him wear all white."

Olivia and Natalia's gazes dueled, "Sam, not Buzz, I've, Buzz and I have..." She glanced over at her daughter and instead of speaking the word, she wiggled her eyebrows.

Natalia shook her head, "Sam is a good idea. So... you and Sam... then me and Rafe? Then we..."

"...live happily ever after."

Lillian appeared, "Natalia, Olivia. How are you doing Emma?"

"Can I go home now?"

Lillian shook her head, "Not yet, but would you like to take a trip to our playroom? See some other kids?"

Emma's gaze went to Olivia, then Natalia. Both women nodded, "This'll be so much fun."

Casey looked up at the knock on the door. She glanced between it and the kitchen, where Ashlee was making herself lunch. She was so close. She probably should have ignored the knock, gone out the back.

Instead, she answered it. Frank and Mallet stood there, badges hanging on their pockets. "Detectives, what can..."

She didn't get to finish her thought as Frank entered the house and slammed her against the wall so hard that the art on it shook. "Casey Jones. You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Did it feel good to destroy, to kill, to terrify everyone in Springfield? Do you feel powerful now?"

Ashlee crutched out of the kitchen, "Frank, what are you doing?"

"We're taking Casey in... to ask her some questions."

Ashlee didn't look convinced, "In handcuffs? That doesn't seem right." Ashlee stared at the tableaux and finally shrugged. "Well, have fun, I guess. and close the door on your way out."

Frank and Mallet led Casey out the door. She hadn't said anything since the Detectives had appeared, and that didn't change as they put her in the unmarked car.

Ashlee watched the two men and Casey drive away, and crutched back into the kitchen. She picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory. "Hey, Doris. Frank and Mallet just arrest Casey..." She paused and listened to her mother with a wisp of a smile on her face. Her mother was hilarious sometimes. "Nope, didn't say why, they just gave me some excuse about questions." She paused again, "Yep, yep, bye."

Ashlee hung up the phone and shook her head, "Doris and Casey, sittin' in a tree..." She trailed off as she shook her head again with a chuckle.

"You're su..."

Natalia was cut off as Olivia kissed her into silence and lifted her, turning in a circle. Natalia whacked Olivia on the chest and was put down. "You are so bad."

"Nah... Gus was a tough son of a bitch, a little kissin', some twirling, maybe some..."

"We are getting ready for the rehearsal dinner, then we need to go pick up Emma, and actually have the dinner."

Olivia regretfully let go of Natalia and resumed her place watching Natalia work. "Shouldn't it just be called a dinner, since, no actual rehearsal happened?"

"Shush, and get the carrots."

Olivia didn't move, "Uh, can the carrots wait for a second?"

Natalia chuckled, "Liv..."

Olivia put a hand on Natalia's shoulder and the younger woman turned, "Not that I don't want to ravage you, but, uh, I wasn't... I mean. Can we go into the living room?"

Natalia wiped off her hands and took Olivia's hand in her own. "Of course."

They made their way through the doorway and both sat on the couch. "I... just wanted to give you a couple of things."

"Olivia..."

"Please. First..." She pulled a box from under the coffee table. "Here."

Natalia held the box in her lap, "Heavy."

Olivia shrugged and sat back, her arm along the back of the couch, "I guess."

Natalia gasped as she pulled the Spencer family bible from the box. She shook her head, "No, Olivia..." and tried to push the book into Olivia's hands, but the hotel owner wouldn't take it.

"Just listen first. I've never understood God, I thought, if there were a God then why would he or she take my mother just when I truly needed her, why..."

"Olivia..."

"I'm not done." Olivia took a breath, "The thing is, and I know this is one of my less than stellar qualities, I see the negative easier than the positive. Without my parent issues, maybe I don't fall for Josh, then Alan and Phillip, maybe I never have Emma, I never reconcile with Ava. Perhaps I don't fall in love with Buzz, and he... there is only one person I've loved, really and truly unconditionally other than Buzz. He taught me, and because of him I found you. I love you. And so, maybe God did know what, uh, He, she, it... knew what He was doing. And maybe losing my mother meant that I got to meet you. I..." She trailed off, "Anyway. This was my Grandma Spencer's the family bible. She, uh, hated my mother, and was pissed off with my father, so I got it when my Grandma died. I... I never knew what to do with it until now."

Natalia ran her hand over the cover for a moment, it was much less flashy than she'd have guessed it would be. It was much more like the Spencer that Natalia had found on the inside of Olivia than the Spencer that Olivia showed the outside world. And, its cover was white. "This is... your grandmother, it's the reason for the entirely white wedding thing huh?" Olivia nodded.

Natalia turned and engulfed Olivia in a hug. "Thank you, thank you Olivia. It's, it's..."

"Proof that I actually listen, and uh, that's not, kinda quite it..."

"Olivia Greer Spencer."

She took an envelope and handed it to Natalia. "Just a... lawyerly something."

Natalia frowned, "I thought we'd taken care of all of that."

Olivia shrugged.

Natalia wasn't sure she wanted to open it, but she finally did. She shook her head. "You're crazy. You've fought tooth and nail to own the Beacon outright, what if... what if we don't work? There are so many variables..."

"I'm not just. This isn't just because we're together. Since you've been there the staff is happier, we've expanded our offerings, who's coming to it, organizations and individual customers. Your ideas have made the Beacon so much better. Do you think I would have ever thought of the seniors using our pool for their swim. They get to actually use some of the money they get with all those grants they apply for, and we... well, get the money and can keep ourselves open."

Natalia put down the papers and lay her head against Olivia's shoulder. "All I've done, everything is only because you pushed me to be more, always more. But... I... I should have..."

"Stop."

Natalia didn't move, but looked up at Olivia. "Olivia."

"This isn't a competition, us together, never a competition. I don't need any... thing or things from you. You've already given me life, your husband's heart, and then you pushed me... to love, to be a better woman, mother, human being. I didn't give these things to.. do this stuff because I wanted something

in return or because I wanted you to feel guilty. You've taught me better than that..."

Olivia chuckled, "If you asked for... for anything right now, in the future. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't think twice before giving it to you."

Natalia sat up, her voice cool, "I'm not in this relationship for money."

"I know, I know love." She pulled Natalia back down, "Still, wouldn't think, would just give. Very unlike the old me..." Olivia was silent for a long moment and then she spoke again, "I.. uh, I'm probably not going to say all that tomorrow, but I mean it, whatever I say tomorrow, I mean what I…"

Natalia shushed Olivia, "I know. I know."

They sat there for a while before Olivia sighed, "Probably have to go do the carrots, huh?"

Natalia kissed Olivia's neck, "Just think about something other than tonight, like, for example, going to pick up Emma."

"Don't think about tonight, you mean, don't think about the fact that half the town will be coming down on the farmhouse. Whatever could go wrong?"

Mallet stood in the room behind the mirror and stared at Casey on the other side. "You really think she killed Claire? I still don't see why. And where's the car that Claire rented. If she killed Claire, why didn't she use Claire's car?" He paused, "So, she uses a stolen credit card to get a car to run down Dinah, Claire Ramsey is there... and... what? She didn't have the stolen card on her."

Frank put a hand up, "The rental guy ID'd Casey."

Mallet shook his head, "The twenty year old that seemed like he was still drunk at this point in the day? Yeah, that'll hold up."

Frank left Mallet in the viewing room and entered the interrogation room. "Your life's never been fair, has it?" Casey shrugged, "Never adopted, bounced from home to home, maybe some of those homes weren't as great as they should have been." Casey's cheek twitched, but she stayed silent. "What I can't figure out is why Springfield. We've looked for similar... sprees... in the rest of the country. Places you've been. Nothing. And we've looked into you up, down and sideways. You're not connected to anyone here. So, why go after the families of Springfield. Cooper, Spencer, Lewis, Marler, Spaulding, Bauer."

Casey frowned, "What?"

Frank sat forward, "The young man at the car rental place seemed to think that you know exactly what I'm talking about." Casey chuckled, which did not amuse Frank, "You think this is funny?"

The door to the interrogation room opened, "Do not say another word."

Both Frank and Casey looked up. Frank shook his head, "Doris, Jeffrey is the prosecutor on this case."

Doris nodded, "I know. I'm not here for you, I'm here for her. Where's your arrest warrant?" Frank didn't speak, "So, you lied to her, in that case, we're leaving."

She put an arm under Casey's elbow and stood the stunned woman up. "We've got a party to get to anyway."

Frank finally caught up to them in the squad room and spun Doris around, "You can't..."

Doris glanced at the dormant TV. "Turn on the news."

She led Casey out the doorway and the station. Casey's voice floated back to the two Detectives. "Doris, what the hell did you do?"

Mallet turned on the TV, which was set to a Springfield station. The news anchor was speaking, "Again, to repeat our breaking news." A picture of Doris appeared above the anchor's left shoulder, "Mayor Doris Wolfe has very unexpectedly resigned from both her Mayoral duties and her prosecutorial ones. No more information has been obtained about this surprising turn of events, and no reason has been given by Ms. Wolfe herself."

Mallet flipped it off, "I didn't see that coming."

Frank's jaw worked, "Party, what... Natalia's rehearsal dinner."

Mallet shook his head, "Leave it alone Frank. This is Natalia's day, don't screw that up for her."

Frank took his jacket off his chair, "Most of Olivia's ex-husbands will be there, you think I'll register as more than a blip? I need to be where Casey is."

Mallet sighed, "Well, I'll be here..." Frank followed the path that Doris and Casey had taken as Mallet picked up his cell phone and stared at it. Finally he dialed home. "Marina, hey..." He closed his eyes, "Yeah, I'm here for a bit more."