Here is another missing scene from Two Years and Too Many Days. This is what happens on Gareth's end after Don calls and tells him what happened to Colby.

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Missing Scene – 2 Years – "I'm Going – That's Final."

Catherine looked up from the soup she had started earlier that afternoon when she heard the distinctive sound of tires on gravel and was a little surprised to see Gareth's unit pulling up the drive. "What in the world? Gar, if you've gone and caught that damn cold that's been making the rounds..." She put the spoon down, turned off the heat under her venison stew and, wiping her hands clean on the apron she was wearing, stepped out on the back porch to greet her husband. "Gareth? You're home earlier than usual - you feeling okay?"

"Babe...I got a phone call from Don just a couple of minutes ago." Gareth said, coming up the steps.That's when she noticed his complexion was more than a little gray. "What happened to CeeJay?" She braced herself for the worse. So much could happen to a man in a jail or prison.

Gareth sat down on the closest chair and took a deep breath. "CeeJay was broken out of the detention center. It was all part of the assignment. He and Dwayne were supposed to meet Dwayne's handler on a freighter." He took another deep breath before explaining any further. "They did."

Catherine sat down next to her husband. "Something went wrong, didn't it?" He nodded. "Tell me."Gareth looked at his wife of 42 years.

"CeeJay was rescued."

"Oh bless the Lord." She let out a sigh of relief. Then realized there had to be more or Don Eppes wouldn't have called Gareth. "Gar ... what happened to my son?"

Gareth balanced his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face with his hands. "I don't really know, Cat. Don told me that it was worse than when Mad Hattie got a hold of him."

She nodded, then got up from the table and started to pull out enough containers to put the stew away in. When she turned back around and saw her husband hadn't moved from his spot, she verbally prodded him. "What are you waiting for, Gigi? Go pack for us both. We've got to get to CeeJay's side."

He didn't move. "There's a jet coming. The Bureau is sending a gawddamn jet."She merely nodded. "So go pack. If they're sending a jet, then CeeJay needs us there, not wasting time here."He swallowed. "I don't think...is your back going to be able to handle the trip?"

She finished ladling stew into a large Tupperware container then turned to face her husband. "Gareth Grant Granger, if you think - for one moment - that you're going to leave me here when my, OUR, son needs us... you'd best get that thought out of your damn head right now."

He stood, a sad smile on his face. "If it had even crossed my mind...?"

She strode over to him and, tilted her head back to stare him in the eyes. "I'd just have to beat some sense into you. Now, go pack. I'm going to call Doctor Icky and see if he can call a script in for me that will keep my back from spazing too much on the flight down."

"Yes, ma'm." He walked from the room.

She put the dish in the fridge, then made two phone calls. One was to the Clinic - where she got Doc Lynde instead of Nowicke - who agreed to call in a prescription for her. The second was to Doris, who agreed to watch the house, take care of the place and get the house ready for whatever may come. Up to, and including - heaven forbid - the kids coming home to bury a brother.

"Is it bad, Cat?" Doris Speeck asked over the phone.

"I don't know, Doris. You know how tight lipped Gigi can be. This is worse than usual."

"Oh, Lord..."

"Yeah, and he didn't completely tell me 'no' when I said I was going to LA with him. What does THAT tell you?" Catherine was pulling meds down from her niche, tossing them into her backbag - knowing she'd need them for the flight and afterwards.

"He didn't look happy when he left either. Okay, I'll take care of everything. You'll be in my prayers all of you."

"Thank you, Doris ... there's a huge container of venison stew in the fridge, you take it for you and Jamie so it doesn't go bad, all right?"

"I will. Remember Cat, the Lord won't give you more than you can handle." Doris told her. "My best to CeeJay."

"I'll be sure to tell him. Doris, by chance is Bill hanging around the station? I need a favor--"

"Uh...yes, yes he is." There was a slight rustling on the line as Doris obviously put the phone down, away from her mouth, before yelling. "Bill? BILL! Get over here, Cat's on the phone...she and Gigi got an emergency." More rustling, "Got 'im right here, Cat." There was more rustling on the line as Doris gave the handset over to Bill Huston, Gareth's second in command."Cat? What's going on?"

"Something with CeeJay that has the FBI sending a jet to Cascade to take us to LA. I don't have much more than that right now."

"Oh my God." Bill took in a noisy breath. "What do you need, Cat?"

"As you're all too aware, the airport is closer to here than Bart's Pharmacy is ... Doctor Lynde called in a script for me - so I don't tie myself into a pretzel ... could you please pick it up for me and meet us out at the air field?" Cat looked up as Gigi staggered into the kitchen, lugging two medium sized suitcases and looking like he had rethought her going along with him.

"Absolutely. I'll see you there."

"Thank you, Bill." She hung up the phone and turned to face Gareth who, as she thought, was clearly getting ready to protest something.

"Babe..." He started to say.

"You forget to tell Bill he's in the hot seat again?"

Gareth frowned and shrugged. "I'd tell him before I got to L.A. Now as for L.A..."

She shook her head. "I'm going, Gareth, that's final."

He put the suitcases down, came over and took his wife's face in his hands. "I don't know if you should. What if your back goes out on you?"

Catherine smiled and put her arms around his waist. "Then I'll deal with it and, let's face it, the drugs Doctor Lynde puts me on should, hopefully, prevent that." She looked up at his face. "Besides, Bill's picking up a script for me at Bart's and will meet us at the air field. It's a done deal, get used to it. I'm going with you to be with our son."

He swallowed. "I'm just worried. CeeJay wouldn't like to know that your back went out because of him."

She squeezed him around the waist, then let go and grabbed up her backbag from the counter. "Gareth, this is my baby boy we're talking about. If you seriously think I'm going to stay here when he needs his mother--" She didn't wait for an answer, just started walking out the door and over to her Chevy as she called to him over her shoulder, "Hurry up, ya old fart!"

Gareth shook his head, grabbed the suitcases and hustled out the door after his wife.