Kelly sat up on her bed as the moon cast a small shadow across her room. She looked down at her clock and wiped the sleep from her eyes as she read the numbers, 5:48. Taking in a deep breath she pushed the sheet off of her body as she then grabbed her house coat. It was an action she had grown familiar with the last few days. Every night it was the same and not just once a night. It was usually twice, sometimes three times.

She padded softly down the hall and eased open the door to her spare room. Her heart broke every time she saw Kris sitting up on the bed, her knees tight to her chest as tears streamed down her face. Sometimes Kelly would come in and Kris would be rolled up tight in the fetal position, tears still running free down her face.

Both Kelly and Sabrina didn't know what to do for their young friend, other then be there. But so far that didn't seem enough. Kris was falling apart at night and barely keeping it together during the day.

Kelly walked in the room and sat down on the edge of the bed and draw her arms around Kris, running her hand up and down her back giving whatever comfort she could offer then.

Kris leaned into Kelly taking the comfort and the strength that her friend had given her every night. "Oh Kel. What I'm I going to do?" she asked so innocently through her tears, "She was my big sister. She's always been here for me in whatever I've done."

Kelly didn't say a word sometimes just listening was all that was needed.

Kris didn't move as she sat quiet a minute, "I remember when I told her I was going to the academy and not University, to be a teacher. At first I thought she was going to kill me. But then she just smiled and gripped me in a big bear hug. She was so proud of me. The day I graduated she was right there front row."

Kelly listened a bit more as Kris reminisced about there times together, "I remember her telling Bri and I stories about you when we were at the academy. She always had a look on her face that we both knew how much she loved you and was proud of you." Kelly looked down at Kris still in her arms though the tears has stopped the sadness was still there. "She loved you from the day you were born and till the day she died. And I know she is up there watching out for you just like she always has. As long as you keep her in your heart Kris she is never truly gone."

Kris wiped the dampness off her face, "I know. It's just hard right now, knowing she isn't here. I can't just pick up the phone and call her."

"And it will be for awhile honey. But you'll get through it. Bri, Bosley and I are here too. And Charlie in his own mysterious way. We'll all walk this path together."

Kris turned and faced Kelly and wrapped her arms around her friend bringing her into a hug, "Thank you."

Kelly returned the hug, "For what?"

Kris pulled back and took Kelly's hands in her, "For just being here. I don't think I could have gotten through the last few days if it wasn't for you and Bri."

"We're all going through it in our own way Kris and we all will and we will all help each get through the rest of the days." She brushed back Kris hair, "Try and go back to sleep."

"No, I'm up now. I think I'll just jump in the shower." Kris got off the bed and pulled her robe around her, "Thanks anyway Kelly you're a good friend."

Kelly smiled as her friend walked out of the room she knew they all still had a long road ahead of them and forgetting Jill was something none of them would ever do. But they would help each other get through it. She stood up from the bed and decided that if they were up they might as well get on with the day. And with that thought she left the room and started for the kitchen to get something together for breakfast.

~~ ~~ CA ~~ ~~ CA

Sabrina looked over the file again and still didn't believe what she had read let alone what her ex-husband Bill had told her a few days ago. None of them could. Some how in the raid at the garage Bill and his friends had slipped through. Got away.

She looked up as Bosley walked in the door, "Hey anything?"

She looked back at the papers in front of her, "No. And what do Bill and his parachute buddies have to do with all this and why are they working with Devane's old cohorts?"

"Charlie did some digging on that and found out that Devane's lawyers bailed them out, some technicality or something." Bosley explained.

"But why them? I mean it doesn't make sense. Were they friends before all this or is this something else?"

"I think once we have the answer to that we'll find out who had Jill killed as well."

"We know who had her killed Bosley." Sabrina snapped at her friend and colleague, "It's a matter of who now is pulling the strings on Devane's family now. We rounded up all his crew that were at the house that day, as well as any police that were involved have been arrested. Whose left is now the question? Who is powerful enough that can take over the reigns?"

Bosley looked at Sabrina like a scorned child. He knew everyone's emotions where running a little rabid of late and he excused her tone as such.

Sabrina leaned back in the large chair that Bosley usually sat in, "Sorry. Still seems unreal to me at times. I keep thinking she's going to call or walk through the door with her big smile."

"Yeah I know. I had her things delivered to the beach house. Kris can go there and through them when she feels up to it."

"I don't think that's going to be for awhile Bos. She is getting better at talking about it and reminiscing with Kelly and me, but I'm not sure she is ready to start going through Jill's things just yet." She took a sip of her coffee, "Charlie arrange everything for the service?"

"Yes it's going to be day after tomorrow. I know he has spoken to Kris a few times about certain things." He didn't want to think about it to much for if he didn't then it wasn't real. "Charlie said in talking to the team there wasn't anything…Well there wasn't…"

Sabrina knew what Bosley was trying to get at. She had seen the explosion when it happened they all had. There wouldn't be anything to send home. But it would have been nice to have something to lay to rest.

"Kris asked Kelly and me to give the eulogy. She said she couldn't just pick one of us so maybe we both could."

"I think you two will do a wonderful job." He sat on the couch, "She asked me to say a few words as well; though I have no idea what to say. All four of you are special to me and I never thought I would ever have to do this."

Sabrina watched as Bosley seemed to struggle with his thoughts, "You'll find the right words when the time is right John. Kris wouldn't have asked you otherwise. And it's because we are all so close is why she asked us. The people that knew and loved her the most."

~~ ~~ CA ~~ ~~ CA~~ ~~ CA ~~ ~~ CA

He waited patiently as the plane taxied towards LAX's international terminal. He waited as tourists gathered their belongings and walked like cattle down the aisle to the waiting California sun.

As the passengers thinned out he gathered his jacket and started for the exit, thanking the crew as he exited the aircraft.

Walking through the gate the first thing he saw was his old friend Nick. "Ciao. Come Stai?" (Hello. How are you?)

"Sono Buona" (I am Good.)

The two old friends walked through the terminal to the baggage claim and once the luggage was found made their way out of the terminal.

"What's the status on our friends?" he asked as he got in the car.

"Everyone's at the house. The guys knew you were coming home and thought you might want the privilege. Kind of a welcome back to America gift."

He turned to his friend and smiled. "I like gifts like that." He looked out the window, "And the Angels?"

"As far as we can tell they have no idea other then what the Ms. Duncan saw at the garage that day. She and Bosley seem to be doing most of the leg work Garrett and Munroe have been pretty much at Garrett's place the last few days."

"Yes, it must be hard on young Kris Munroe losing her sister like that. Tragic."

He kept driving down the road till he had to turn of along the long driveway that led to the house.

Getting out of the car the man who arrived back to America looked at the house and the yard that surrounded it. Memories came back to him as a child growing up in the streets of New York. Memories of learning the truth about who he was, and the family he truly belonged to. Memories of his last visit and the blood shed in the very walls he looked at now.

"It's nice to be back Nick." He as spoke quietly as he starred up to the large Tudor home with the gardens all along the walk way. "It's good to be home."

He smiled towards his friend, "It's good to have you back Franco."