A/N: Thanks KLCtheBookWorm and leat79 for reviewing the last chapter.

I thought it might be "poetic" (but not in a "killing innocent children" type of way) to let the titular characters share some chapter space in the time we have left. ;)

DAVE DASH

"You won't believe how insane these past few days have been."

Dave sat on the floor and leaned against the cushioning on the wall of his cell, smiling at the angelic apparitions that had gradually returned to him.

"Tell us about it, Dave," said Lila Dash, gently stroking Paige's blonde curls.

Dave stared adoringly at Lila. "Well, apparently Lawrence Dash wasn't my biological father," he explained. "A man named Jack McNorris was. My half-brother, David McNorris, tracked me down this week. And now I have another family I never knew about." He turned towards Paige and leaned forward, taking her hand. "You have a new grandpa, three uncles and an aunty, my little princess. Isn't that exciting?"

Paige's eyes widened in surprise. "Are they nice, Daddy?"

Dave beamed at the innocent wonder on her face. "Well, I've only met your Grandpa Jack and one of your uncles," he said. "But they seem like special people." He winked at her and kissed her forehead.

"Can I meet them?" asked Paige sweetly.

Dave smiled sadly and looked away. "You will one day." Dave glanced over at Lila. "Jack's got liver disease," he added quietly.

Before she could respond, a sliding metal bolt clicked loudly from outside. Lila and Paige took the cue and disappeared.

The grey doors swung open. Dr Riviera frowned skeptically at Dave.

"Ready for your first assessment, Mr Williams?" asked the doctor.

Dave stood up and grinned broadly. "Lead the way, Doc."

DAVID MCNORRIS

David sat on the couch, counting the minutes as they ticked by. He had checked out of the hotel and set himself up in his old bedroom, consciously not unpacking anything; he had no intention of staying a moment longer than he needed to. Over the last day or so, his siblings had politely dropped by to catch up with their big brother. They talked about sports – pretty much the only thing they had in common – punctuated by useless comments on the weather and long silences. Meanwhile, Sarah McNorris had taken to baking compulsively while giving her eldest son dating tips.

David couldn't wait for Jack to get home.

He gritted his teeth, imagining Fisher giving all the good cases to Thomas Paltrow. He had even started ringing Detective Stevens to see if there was anything at all the cops could use his legal muscle for, but Joel kept telling him to relax and enjoy his time off.

Relax? David laughed bitterly to himself as the smell of cookies wafted over from the kitchen. There was no such thing when Jack McNorris was involved.

David's phone began to ring and an inexplicable chill touched his spine. He shook his head to try to clear it, and looked down. Andrea again. "Got anything for me?" he asked warily.

"That depends," said Andrea grimly. "Maynard Delfino, son of Mike, just joined his dad in hospital."

David's jaw dropped. "How?" he was afraid to ask.

"Well, it seems the police are looking to press charges against a former Boston mayor. If he wakes up, that is."