"You have a death wish."

"And you told people you were gay."

"Neither of us are dead." Doris stood from the chair by the wall of the hospital room and went to Casey's bedside. "Though you seem in pain."

Casey raised an eyebrow, "I didn't cause myself this many injuries when I was a kid, and I was a 'kick your ass' tomboy with issues as a kid."

"No, really?"

Casey swung her legs off the side of the bed, and sat there for a moment. "I need to get out of here."

Doris put a hand on Casey's shoulder, "Are you sure? Isn't that what got you into most of the this mess in the first place?" Doris shook her head, "I retract that statement. But, after I get you sprung, again, we're going to Natalia and Olivia's wedding. Or whatever they're calling it this week."

"Those are my choices? Here, or the wedding? I don't even know them."

Doris took a step back, "But you're family, and she doesn't have much family left."

Casey slid to the ground and reached under the bed for her things. "Why do you care so much about whether or not I accept her as family. Whether or not I tell her?"

"Soft heart? And in the past year I've realized Olivia is a... nice... woman and maybe even could be a friend?" Casey paused halfway through putting on her pants. "No huh? Uh... how about because all of a sudden I'm in need of a job. I thought maybe I'd pitch being the Beacon's new lawyer, the last one couldn't have been that good..."

Casey pulled on her shirt, "You're good, you almost had me believing the second explanation was the true one."

"Almost?"

Casey shrugged. They stood there, silent. Two forces. Each waiting, neither speaking.

Doris was the one who broke first, "Will you come with me?"

"Sure, what the hell. Should be interesting, and touching."

"...and wet."

Casey frowned, "Huh?"

"Well, I heard it was supposed to rain."

Casey finished putting on her shoes. "Are you happy or sad about that Doris Wolfe?"

Doris smirked, "I haven't decided yet."

"Gah..." Olivia nearly jumped out of her skin and managed to bash her head into Natalia's nose as she came abruptly awake. "Natalia... oh..." She carefully drew Natalia's hands away from the injured nose and carefully inspected it. Ending the inspection with a kiss. "I am so sorry. I was dreaming that Bill, and Phillip, and Alan, and Jeffrey, and Josh were all chasing me. Reva, and Beth, and Lizzie and Harley were al watching them, us, and laughing their heads off, and Emma was just sitting there crying, always just out of my reach. Uh... how long have you been watching me sleep?"

Natalia shrugged, "All night."

Olivia frowned, "Are you alright?"

"It's just nerves, I mean, look what happened at my last two weddings, my only two weddings. One I nearly kill you, the next I break Frank's heart."

"We don't have to do this if you're not sure..."

"No... I'm sure. You're not getting out of this Olivia Spencer." Olivia smiled as Natalia's eyes went to the closed door of their room. "C'mon in jellybean, we can hear you breathing..."

Emma shot into the room like her butt was on fire. Though she didn't launch herself onto the bed like she usually did. She came to Natalia's side and got on the bed with a helping heft by Natalia. She climbed over Natalia and snuggled herself between the two women. "Rafe already left, but I was up and he promised to come back before the wedding."

Olivia ran a hand through Emma's hair and the child snuggled against her side. "You know that we can't get married, married here in Springfield, right kiddo?"

Emma opened her eyes and blinked up at her Mom, "Not yet, but the poopy heads'll change their minds." The young girl yawned, "Or I'll change their minds."

Before long Emma was fast asleep, both women just reclined and watched the precocious one breathe in and out. It was Natalia who broke the silence. "A politician?"

Olivia smiled, "I was hoping more a rocket scientist, or the one who cures Cancer or AIDS or something."

Natalia stared down at Emma and joined her hand with Olivia's just above the girl's head. "I think she'll be a pastor."

Olivia bit her lip so she wouldn't laugh out loud and wake said future pastor. "That Natalia, that would be ironic. First female Catholic priest perhaps?"

Natalia smiled right back, "She could do it." They fell silent, but the question that had been percolating in Natalia for weeks, months even finally popped out. "Do you ever think about..."

"...another child? Sometimes, have you?"

Natalia shrugged, "It'd be crazy... stupid..."

"Why?"

Their gazes met. "You mean?" Natalia was struck dumb, "You... wha... I..."

Olivia gently raised Emma and slid under so that she was next to Natalia. "I'm not saying we should or shouldn't. What brought this up?"

Natalia shrugged, "I don't know. I grew up with just one brother..."

Olivia chuckled, "Just one? Just one brother seems like enough for me."

Natalia gave Olivia the 'you're starting to push it' look, then continued, "I've sort of always wanted a large family." She glanced at Emma. "Probably why I sorta latched onto this one."

"Hey, no depressing past talk. And if I remember correctly, I was sucking at being a mother at that point. There was no latching, alright? You think that if Emma didn't like you, she wouldn't tell me, or... or anyone?" Natalia dropped her head and nodded. "And... I believe we have something to do today, so, enough lollygagging around I think."

Natalia shook Emma, who blinked, "Hey jellybean, time to get up and get ready for today."

Emma yawned, "Okay..." She bit her lip, "Rafe will come back right?"

Natalia's eyes flashed and both Spencers knew that Rafe'd be there. "Oh, if he knows what's good for him."

"Damn it was so much fun. And I wasn't even really doin' anything, but watching and drawing this crazy Springfield wide family tree. I should go in and ask Mallet for it, put it up in the basement of the farmhouse for Em."

A groan came from the bed, "So, is Emma the only woman in your life, you talk about her wayy too much."

Rafe laughed and then sighed, "Well, there's Harley, step-mom extraordinaire... sorta, though, when someone sneaks out you of the country, if she was ever married to your Dad she's your step-mom. Then there's Em... my sis.. mostly, and my cousin for sure. There's Olivia, my, I don't know what the hell she is to me. Ava, who's nice, but I don't really know, and of course, there's Ma. If it comes down to it..." Rafe shrugged, "She's the only one who really counts. How're you?"

"Woozy, in pain, did I mention, pain?" Leah let go a sigh. "And bald."

"Aw, c'mon, you look beautiful."

Leah laughed, then winced, "Good line. My mom said you were here when I was unconscious, why?"

Rafe shrugged, "Emma was going through her liver transplant, failure, whatever. I... I couldn't watch her, and Ma, go through that."

Leah closed her eyes, "Oh, how romantic. Would you like a Mulligan?"

A smile came to Rafe's face. "Well, I had fallen deeply and utterly in love and couldn't bear to leave your side. Is that better?"

Leah's eyes opened as she smiled, "Much better. So, you want to be a cop, a Detective, why aren't you?"

Rafe sighed, "I sorta shot Jeffrey O'Neill."

"Sorta?"

Rafe shrugged, "I was screwed up inside. I didn't think much, didn't realize it would hurt the rest of my life. Hey, we're young'uns, we're supposed to screw up our lives... I just didn't know at the time I was screwin' over my dream too."

"Hmmm..."

Doris came up behind Casey, "Hey, where'd you get to?"

Casey turned, "Just... wandering the halls, did you know that the two patients in room four have quite a thing going? Whew..."

Doris furrowed her eyebrows at the door in front of them, "This is room one."

"I know that. Wandering, remember? Am I sufficiently sprung?"

Doris pulled Casey down the hall. "Let's call it probation. If I have to sit through the mush fest, you're coming too. After that... you can escape Springfield once and for all."

"I'm still surprised though. I would have thought you'd want to appear in public alone for a while."

Doris squared her shoulders as they got to the door that left Cedars. "In for a penny, in for a pound."

Casey paused mid stride and chuckled. Doris had a confused look on her face, "What's so funny?"

Casey continued out the door, "I just got that saying."

Frank stood at the window that looked into the interrogation room. "What happened to the giant town family tree that was up in there?"

"Packed it up for Rafe. He said he'd come by and pick it up on the way to the farmhouse. I feel bad. He wasn't too shabby helpin' me out."

Frank smirked, then winced as he shifted from leg to leg and his gluteus maximus muscles pulled. "Don't tell the Chief that."

"Think there's a way to get the felony off his record?"

Frank shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "Trust me Mallet, I've looked into it. Even Doris or Jeffrey, with their... interesting connections, wouldn't have had enough juice to get it done."

"Spaulding?"

"Maybe, but do you really think Natalia or Olivia would want that particular... favor... hanging over Rafe's head?"

Mallet nodded, "Good point."

They stood, silent, and both turned and watched the woman sitting, cuffed, in the next room. "Has she said anything?" Mallet shook his head, "Think she will?"

Mallet shook his head again, "I don't. I think we need to get someone to do a psych eval in here."

"She said things at the farmhouse though, maybe that's where to start."

"No." Mallet ran a hand over his short cropped hair. "Look, it's your case, you're primary, but... I think we need to get a professional opinion on her. The change Ava described... it seems like she snapped or something."

Frank paused, "You're right. I'm in charge of the investigation. I'm going to get in there..."

Mallet removed his holster from his side. "And I'm taking off. I said I'd help with the set up for Olivia and Natalia's wedding."

"Mallet."

Mallet shook his head. "I'm running on empty. I need to go home, beg my wife's forgiveness, kiss my son, and help Olivia with her wedding. Hell, I'll probably be the only guy there who hasn't slept with her." He patted Frank on the shoulder. "Good luck Frank, I think you'll need it."

The farmhouse hadn't seen quite so much activity in quite a long time. In the backyard Josh, Jeffrey, Shane and Sam were setting up chairs for the ceremony, while Phillip seemed to be directing them. Meanwhile, Ava, Dinah, and of all people Marina were inside setting up for the reception.

No one knew where Rafe was, and Natalia and Emma had disappeared somewhere, taking Natalia's car. And of course, Olivia was in charge of it all.

Olivia glanced around. It was a bit weird as she thought about it. Over a year or so ago she had more enemies than friends. Phillip had recently taken Emma. Bill was crazy and wanting nothing to do with Olivia. And Natalia hated her guts. Natalia would and had disagreed with that fact, but Olivia knew in her heart it was true.

A year before, people wouldn't have crossed the street to spit on Olivia if she had been on fire. And there they were decorating, and setting up, and caring for some reason.

Olivia closed her eyes, "Don't screw this up Liv, don't screw it up." She turned and nearly slammed into Buzz. "Oh, Buzz..."

"Do you love her, Natalia?" Olivia nodded, "Are you planning on breaking her heart?"

"I never plan to screw up relationships."

Buzz led Olivia all the way into the backyard. "Look..." Olivia didn't. "Please Olivia, look."

Olivia finally looked up, "I know what it..."

"Shush for a second motor mouth. What do you see?"

"They're setting up chairs. Soon they'll start on the arbor. Probably all pull their backs out."

Buzz smiled to himself, "Josh... you and he were married. How do you get along now?"

Olivia shrugged, "Alright, we flirt, sometimes he tries to explain to me this thing called Christianity, doesn't seem to matter that he's no longer a pastor."

Buzz nodded, "And Jeffrey. He raped you, then married you. How're you two doing?"

"Fine I guess. We talk sometimes. Give each other updates on Ava. He's going to lose Reva to Josh soon. We were different people two decades ago."

Buzz hid his smile, "And Phillip... you must hate him."

Olivia shook her head, "No, I mean, I think I'll never quite trust him, but if I ever manage to get Natalia to take a honeymoon, hell, any trip longer than a weekend, I was thinking of letting him take care of Em."

Buzz raised his eyebrows, "You'll let Emma come near Alan?"

Olivia gave a short, bitter laugh, "Not on your life. I will suggest that they stay at the Beacon, on me..."

"And Bill, I thought I heard you tell him at the rehearsal dinner to bring Lizzie?"

"I did."

"I'm here too. Tell me you're seeing my point Olivia."

Olivia sighed and turned to Buzz. "I don't really screw up things, because somehow I've come to be at least civil with four out of my five husbands? This isn't the same..."

Buzz frowned, "Because she's a woman?"

"Because... Josh was because I was lonely, I was new and I was reeling from San Cristobal. Alan... I wanted to be something, and when he became, when I finally saw who he really was and what I had gotten into, I had what I thought was a newer, less crazy version of Spaulding power. Phillip. I was wrong." Olivia bit her lip, "Bill, Bill was for Emma. Frank..." Olivia shook her head, "I can't explain Frank." She took a breath and dragged a hand through her hair. "And Jeffrey, I was scared of dying, Gus wouldn't marry me, but Jeffrey would."

Buzz was still, perfectly still. "These, these are all just as valid reasons."

Olivia wasn't done. "This isn't the same because, I'm not doing it for Emma, or for money, or power. She's a single mother from Chicago. I'm not doing it because I'm lonely, or scared either. I love her and even if she could never love me back, I would still be here, loving her."

"But she does love you Olivia. You just need to make sure that you let her love you. And think sometimes before you speak Olivia..."

He chuckled and Olivia rolled her eyes. They watched the other men working for a bit. "Ask it Buzz..."

Buzz asked the question in his best joking whiney voice, but there was a vulnerable worried tone underneath his joking, "What about me?"

Olivia put a hand on Buzz's chest with a smile, "I loved, I love you, but..."

Buzz put a hand over Olivia's mouth, "No buts, I'm not going to hear you love me like a brother, or father, or..."

Olivia removed Buzz's hand, "Friends. I love you like a friend, and maybe more. If I had to pick anyone other than Natalia to spend the rest of my life with, to help raise Emma..."

"More than I already do..."

Olivia rolled her eyes, "To quote someone I know, shush... You would be it Buzz Cooper." She removed her hand and took a step back, "Now, I need to go, uh... I have something I need to do. If Natalia and Emma get back before I do..."

Buzz smiled, "I will tell them you'll be back." He raised his eyebrows, "You will be back?"

"Ha... keep your day job Buzz." She made her way back towards the house. As she left he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned, "Alex? What're you doing here?"

"Well, Buzz, I am Emma's..." Alex trailed off.

"Great Aunt."

Alex clapped Buzz on the back, "Exactly, and... I couldn't miss this, the man-eater, marrying of all people, a woman... to unique to miss."

"Doesn't Mommy want all white?"

Natalia smiled. "She does. But, everything all white is boring, wouldn't you say?"

Emma smiled, "Ok. Oooh, I see it Natalia, I see it." Emma looked up. "Is it okay?"

Natalia frowned as the cake came out and looked down at Emma. She knelt in front of the girl. "Is what okay jellybean?"

"To call you Natalia. I changed my mind I think."

Natalia ruffled Emma's hair, "It's perfectly okay Em." She stood back up, "Now, does this look good enough to eat?"

Emma nodded. As Natalia and the baker talked about the delivery etc. Emma wandered to the window and climbed onto a chair. She stared out the window, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

She jumped when Natalia put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Hey Em. Are you okay?"

Emma swallowed, "Are you going to hurt Mommy? Leave like Daddy?"

Natalia sat down across from the child and took Emma's hands in her own. "I'm going to try my very best not to."

Emma bit the inside of her lip. "Are you going to let Mommy... screw it up?" Emma spoke the words as if she weren't quite sure what she meant by them.

Natalia frowned, "Emma, when did you hear that? Who told you that. Grandpa Alan?"

Emma shook her head, "No. You were downstairs making breakfast. Mommy thought I was too. She was mumbling it to herself."

Natalia let out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "I promise you that I won't let that happen. Alright?"

Emma was silent and seemed to be thinking about it for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. Can we go home? I want to get into my dress and get all ready."

Natalia bowed and gestured to the door. "Lead the way Lady Em. We have something we need to do when we get home too..." Emma laughed as she jumped from the chair and pushed open the door. Making sure to hold it for Natalia.

Frank had tried everything he could think of. He'd snagged an officer and played good cop, bad cop. He'd gone at her hard, and soft. Nothing was working. Perhaps mallet was right, and he should call in a Psychologist or Psychiatrist. First he'd try one more thing though.

He sighed as he stood. He knew he'd become a joke, he just didn't know when. Or maybe he'd always been a joke, but he'd had Harley and Gus, even Marina, by his side so it wasn't so noticeable. When you had that much family in the room, all of whom carried side arms, you didn't get ragged on.

He just wanted to get this right. Nail the woman who'd killed Doctor Claire Ramsey and terrorized his friends. Even if it did get thrown out later because she was loonier than a fruit cake.

One last try.

He entered the interrogation room and sat down. For a bit he didn't say anything. This was Flutie to whoever the hell he threw it too, it was the Cubs finally winning the series, it was a Par 5 hole in one. He didn't want to rush himself. Finally he leaned back and played his cards. "There's a wedding today. Olivia and Natalia's. I'm not sure if you even knew them. You killed Claire, one of Olivia's old friends because she recognized you. You met Ava, Olivia's daughter in San Francisco. Talked with her I think." Frank sighed, "It was supposed to be me, to both of them at different times. But, my Dad won the first round, won Olivia, now Natalia chooses Olivia."

Frank closed his eyes and folded his hands over his stomach. "It hurts not being the one picked huh? When I first found out about them. I had anger piling on top of anger. Got myself beaten up pretty good. I mean when we love someone with every ounce of our being and they just... don't love us back." He shook his head, and fell silent, waiting.

Frank honestly thought he'd have to wait longer. Not to mention he had been 99% sure it wouldn't work at all.

And then she spoke, "He was all. No one was ever there for me, and she always wins... and wins... and wins, and wins."

"Reva. But Sonni... why each family?"

Sonni threw her arms in the air, "All contributed, all should pay. No one gets to stand around and watch without paying..."

"What about Emma, Sonni. She did nothing to you..."

"His... she's his..."

Frank frowned, "Josh's? No, no, Emma's father is Phillip Spaulding."

Sonni poked her finger into the table with each word. "No. His, she's his, his, his... but she didn't die, I couldn't make them die."

Frank leaned forward and softened his voice, "Maybe in your heart you couldn't really kill them"

"No, she has to die. They all have to die. No one can be happy, they can't, they can't..."

A throat cleared in the doorway of the room. Frank looked up, "Mel..."

Mel simply raised an eyebrow and Frank stood. "The room's yours. Just tell Tommy when you're done."

Olivia pulled into the farmhouse driveway. Natalia's car was back in its usual place, and all of the other cars had cleared out. That was good, because Olivia wasn't sure how Natalia was going to take her surprise.

Emma went to went to one of the front windows. She started to speak, then frowned. Two older people were with her mother. She called to the kitchen. "Natalia... Mommy's home."

Natalia came into the living room as Olivia and the other two people came through the front door of the farmhouse. Natalia froze, dish towel in hand, and her mouth dropped open. "Mama? Dad?"

Olivia swallowed. She sort of looked as though she was preparing to be whacked. "It's Maximiano, Max, and Rosa Rivera... surprise..."