If you didn't get an alert etc then make sure you read chap 27 before this one as site spaz's out yet again! I wrote this before I read the reviews but I think Dean's reaction pretty much sums up all our thoughts! LOL

I began to write this in the midst of a belly dancing show LOL and then continued through the hotel disco where a mad lesbian nearly slipped a disc trying to break dance to Billy Jean (hint: the caterpillar was made for people without breasts! Doh!!) I finally had to complete it in the comfort of my room surrounded by Dean porn, Metallica and peace on Earth. It was an all nighter and sometimes that means goooood things for me as my mind goes to its special place.

This chap has been one of my faves as lovers get amorous, men get shirtless, another old face appears, Bonnie kicks butt, Dyl gets protective, Dean screams the roof down and Sam pulls out his badass card! Ding dong!! GRRRRR xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Cole leaned over Talia careful not to touch her stomach as he kissed her. Her fingers wound through his long hair as she pulled his tongue deeper into her mouth. She groaned but could feel him hesitate.

"I don't want to hurt you." He whispered.

She smiled up at him. "You couldn't." He sat up anyway as she stroked a hand over his bare chest. "Tell me what's wrong."

He raised his eyebrows making him look like his dad. "What's right with any of this? We've been here two days and no one seems in a rush to go."

"You don't trust your dad's friend?"

"Friend? He met him years ago on a hunt! It's not like they exchange Christmas cards. Can't you sense anything?"

She shook her head. "I'm not a psychic, I sometimes sense things but I'm far from an oracle."

"They exist?"

She smiled again. "They used to, a long time ago."

He ran a hand over her long blonde hair and looked at her fine features. Sometimes she seemed like a porcelain doll to him and at others she was stronger than any of them. He couldn't believe she would be interested in a kid like him. "Why me?"

"Your Dad asked me the same thing."

"He did?" Cole asked frowning.

"Don't be so hard on him, he's just looking out for you."

He looked away and sat back against the headboard of their bed. "Sometimes I wish he wouldn't."

"It's a tough transition."

"What is?"

"Becoming a man. He went through it too with his father and you'll reach common ground eventually."

"I always worshipped him. God, I still do but lately..."

"What?"

"There's something going on, I can feel it. Hope's like the saviour of mankind and..."

"And...?"

"I'm just the mistake." he said looking at her in that far off way he often did.

Talia sat up and pulled him to her. "That's the one thing you'll never be Cole."

"How can you know that for sure?"

"Because mistakes don't get sent my way. As long as you're with me then I know you're on the right side."

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Dean didn't care how many guns were on him as he swung his crutch at Ramirez's head. The man ducked and shouted. "Hold fire!" He said as he grabbed the impromptu weapon and held it in his fist.

"You're not taking my son. If you even try it, I swear I'll tear off my own leg and beat you to death with it."

The man sighed and looked at him. "I know how you must be feeling..."

Bonnie suddenly grabbed the crutch and yanked it out of the man's grasp as she stood between him and Dean, who hopped on one foot trying to keep his balance as he frowned at his diminutive wife.

"Now, I don't know what's going on here but I can tell you one thing for sure. I may not have given birth to Cole but he's mine and if you lay a hand on him I promise that you won't live to regret it."

"You don't know what you're dealing with here. He's going to turn, and when he does he'll kill your daughter, that's the reality of the situation." Ramirez told them.

"How do you know?" Bobby asked.

"We have a team of psychics working on everything...we got prophecies coming out of our asses here. Hope's it, she's the real deal and Cole will take her out if we let him."

"The real deal?" Sam jumped in holding onto Bonnie gently.

"She's immune to every disease the world ever had, even the ones that no longer exist! Who knows what she could be capable of."

Dean stepped forwards. "Wait...have you tested her?!"

He shrugged.

Bonnie laid a hand on Dean's chest. "No, let me." She said as she slapped Ramirez hard across the face.

Sam heard a safety go off and pulled Bonnie behind him shielding her body as several monsters started to yell and get restless in their cages as the action went down.

"You been testin' my kid? Like she's a goddamn guinea pig?!" Dean shouted.

"It was just a blood sample. Don't get all high and mighty with me Dean, you've done some stuff in your time. If you knew someone was going to bring about the fall of mankind you'd do something about it."

"Dude, he's seventeen, he can barely wear jeans without showing the world his underpants, do you really think he's capable of bringing on the apocalypse single handedly?"

"Maybe not directly but if he kills Hope it's as good as."

"You're crazy. I want out."

"That's not possible."

Sam stood up straight and glared at him. "What do you mean?"

"If you force me to, then I'll detain you all."

"You can't do that."

Ramirez looked him in the eye. "This is evil we're fighting, not just Al Qaeda evil...real evil. I'm the boss of the most lethal and covert organization in the world, even the President listens to me Sam. If I wanted to, I could have your kids put up for adoption and no one would stop me, least of all you."

Sam flew at him then and grabbed him by the throat. A guard ran up and Dean swung his crutch up between the man's legs and then used it to flip the automatic gun out of his grasp and into his own hands.

He hopped behind Sam and covered him. "No one shoot, or your boss get's an automatic sunroof!" he yelled.

Sam's face had gone purple with rage as he stared at Ramirez. "Despite my job, I'm not a violent man. Push me though, and I'll bring a world of pain down on you that'll make Hell look like a week in the Hamptons."

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Brooke cried silently as she looked at her daughter who was wriggling impatiently on the bed.

Dylan looked at his exhausted mother and sat down next to her. "It's ok, you'll learn to read the signs."

"What does she want?" She asked feeling bad for heaping this on him but despairing more with each passing hour.

"She's hungry."

"She won't eat though."

He picked Lily up in small hands and handed her to his mother. Brooke cradled her in the crook of her left arm and looked at the screwed up face as Dylan unbuttoned her top without any embarrassment or hesitation. "Show me how you feed her."

Brooke frowned as she placed Lily to her left breast, the baby instantly hit out with her fists and shook her head.

She looked at her son who smiled kindly. "She can't breathe mom."

"What?"

He took his mother's right hand and placed her fingers over the flesh of her large breast. "Your boob's too big, she can't breathe through her nose unless you push your skin away like this."

Brooke did as he told her and was stunned when Lily began to suckle happily straight away. It should have been obvious but she could barely see straight let alone think rationally. "You're amazing." She told her son through her tears. "Did she tell you what was wrong?"

"No, I read it somewhere." He said as he wiped her eyes with his sleeve, happy that he had put a smile back on her tired face. He hadn't said anything as he was waiting for his father to return, but he could feel that someone was trying to block his abilities. It was a new feeling and it raised the hairs on the back of his neck as he tried to pick up where it was coming from.

This was the first time Sam had left them alone since they had arrived and Brooke was falling to pieces as she struggled to cope with the trauma of childbirth and everything else that had happened. The four of them had all stayed in the same bed and Dylan knew his parents weren't sleeping. He also knew that in his father's absence he would have to assume responsibility over the women in his life.

He had questioned all the men in the family about his new role and he was pretty confident he had it covered. His Grandpa had told him stories of how his Uncle had potty trained Dylan's father and Cole had shared his own secrets of playground bullies. Uncle Ninj didn't have any brothers or sisters but had told him all about his namesake and how they used to run wild with Uncle Han on their racing bikes when they were kids. All in all he knew he had some tough acts to follow but he also knew without a doubt he was up to the task as he watched his sister and mother fondly.

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Although they weren't locked up Johnny still felt like a caged animal as he paced the room whilst Steve and Nitro watched from the bed. "Would you just sit down?"

"I can't relax, something's going on and I just want out."

"You're not doing anything for my nerves and I'm the civilian." Steve told him.

Johnny finally paused and sat back down. "Yeah, I'm sorry. We'll be fine as long as we're with the boys."

"Who is that guy anyway, the one with the 'tache?"

"Magnum? I dunno, Sam said he's the one who brought Dean in to deal with the poltergeist at the White House."

"Say again?" Steve sat back and stared at him.

"You remember years ago when that training exercise went wrong and it blew up the President's boudoir? It was all over the news...the conspiracy theorists thought it was Bin Laden."

"Yeah, vaguely."

"That was Dean."

Steve laughed. "How does that not surprise me?"

"So apparently Magnum PI is now the head of Studio 54."

Steve frowned. "Don't you mean Area 51?"

"The picture in my head is so much nicer." He responded with a grin.

"Share." Steve said as he hunkered down on the bed and propped himself up on one elbow.

Johnny suddenly got into it. "I'm thinkin' Dean in leather chaps pouring drinks for Tom Selleck as Sam pole dances in angel wings."

Steve laughed out loud. "See? That's more like it...I finally know how to release your tension."

Johnny stared at him. "Really?!"

"Just picture a naked Winchester and you're good."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"You think I should be jealous? Believe me, I have more chance of pigs flying out of my ass than you have of getting one of them to bed you."

Johnny laid down next to him. "Thank god I have you then."

"Consolation prize?"

Johnny kissed him. "Hardly."

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Luc laid back against the sheets as his naked body dripped with sweat. He turned to Hope who was watching him intently. "I thought you wanted our first time together to be special?" he asked her.

She frowned at him. "You didn't think that was special?"

He looked at her. "I suppose. I never had a woman screw me against a wall before."

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

He laughed. "Just my pride."

"You wanna go on top next time?"

He stared for a minute. "Sure, I'll just wait for my lungs to move back to where they belong."

She laughed and punched him playfully. "You took on a lion...you can handle me."

"The lion's claws weren't so sharp." He gestured at the marks on his shoulders.

She looked worried and sat up clutching the sheet to her defensively. "Is it a turn off?"

He shrugged. "I have seen some things in life that would scare most men, but I can honestly say...you are a unique oevre d'art." He pulled back the sheet and kissed the inside of her thigh. "A masterpiece."

"Cool."

"God I want a cigarette." He said.

"You smoke?"

"No, but I think I may have to start." He replied as his calloused hands moved up to grasp her ass. "You think you can reign in the beast for a little while so I can show you how it's really done?"

Hope grinned as she felt the tickle of his stubble against the soft flesh of her legs as they slipped over his shoulders. "What are you going to do?"

"You ever see Le Grand Bleu?"

She frowned as he looked up at her. "Is that like the Northern Lights?"

He chuckled. "No, it's a film. About a Frenchman who dives deep and can hold his breath for up to eight minutes at a time."

Hope's head fell back as she giggled. "Ooh la la!"

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Ramirez raised his hands and looked directly into Sam's eyes without fear as he finally released his throat. He coughed a little as he recovered "I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry."

Sam tried to keep his anger in check and looked to Dean to see where they were going to go with this. If they took them all on it would be carnage and they may never get back to the others.

Dean knew when he was outnumbered and finally lowered his gun as the soldier with the swollen ball sack struggled to his feet and wrenched it from him. Bonnie offered Dean a shoulder to lean on as Bobby spoke. "Looks like we have some things to talk about."

"What?!" Dean asked.

"Let's hear what he has to say."

Dean took a deep breath and looked at Ramirez. "If we sit down and talk, we have your guarantee nothing happens to any of our family?"

"I swear."

Dean hated this and wanted to see his kids. He knew Sam felt the same separation anxiety but there didn't seem to be another option. "Ok."

"Follow me, we'll go somewhere quiet."

Bonnie picked up Dean's crutches but carried them as he made no move to take them off her. She knew that meant he was going into overdrive once more and she couldn't really blame him. She held his arm over her shoulder as an armed guard followed them through the hangar.

Bobby was out front behind Ramirez when he suddenly stopped and gaped at something in one of the glass cells.

"What is it?" Dean asked as he saw Sam also stop dead in his tracks. When he reached them he couldn't believe his eyes. "Oh my God..."

"Isn't that...?" Bonnie frowned.

"Jo." Dean finished for her.

"What's she doing in here?" Bobby demanded as he looked at the woman sat on the floor of the cage. She was a shadow of her former self, emaciated and bedraggled. She reminded him of the POW's he'd been with in Vietnam. She would have been Sam's age but looked a lot older. She didn't seem to recognize any of them as they gaped at her like she was a fish in a tank.

"You know her? She's been here longer than me. Demon virus." Ramirez told them dispassionately.

"Oh Jesus, it's been over seventeen years." Sam said covering his mouth as his eyes filled with tears. "She's been in that cube this whole time?"

"Pretty much, we don't tend to give them much yard time."

Bobby touched the divide with his palm and thought of how spirited Jo had once been and felt his heart tear open at the thought of Ellen and Bill.

Dean felt a sudden rage well up in him as he looked at the old woman who had once been a pain in his ass. She'd almost been like a kid sister to him, and no matter what she had done, no one deserved this kind of hell. "You just kept her like this, all these years like an animal?" he almost screamed.

"We keep her drugged, believe me, if we didn't..."

Bonnie remembered Jo when she had been infected, she'd tried to take out her and Hope, and brought on the premature labor that had almost cost her her life. She still felt no anger towards the woman as she looked into her eyes and saw the pitiful state she was in. It had been obvious that she harbored feelings for Dean and as she held onto her husband Bonnie imagined that if it weren't for a few small events their positions in the world could easily have been reversed.

"She wants you to end it." She said to Ramirez a little desperately.

"And we still might if you let us." he replied. "You think Hope can only cure human illness?"

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Ramirez took them to a conference room and they all sat around a large table laid out with coffee, water and food. For once Dean had no appetite. After seeing Jo they all felt sick to their stomach's imagining all the things that she had missed out on as their lives had continued regardless of her plight.

"C'mon Dean, I know you like your sandwiches." Ramirez tried.

"I'll pass thanks." He muttered.

The man remained standing as he looked at them all and sighed. "Look, you have to stop seeing me as the enemy. We're on the same side here."

Bobby chuckled. "Not what I was thinkin' when the VC had my balls wired to a car battery."

He had the good grace to acknowledge the comment with a nod but there wasn't much anyone could say in response. "I'm not about to walk into a room and kill your son Dean. You could go see him any time you want. We just want to...contain him."

Dean rubbed at his face and thanked God he couldn't leap over the table and tear the man's throat out there and then. "You want to turn him into Jo? A ghost in a glass bowl?"

"We want to protect your daughter."

"For what? So you can turn her into a prisoner too?! Keep her churning out blood and bone marrow til the whole world is cured?"

"Isn't that what she was born for?" He said looking pointedly at Sam.

Sam flushed and shifted in his seat. The man was cold but he was also right.

"We wanted her." Bonnie said firmly. "I wasn't coerced and she's not going to be used like this."

"Would it be a different story I wonder if she could also cure any possible heart defect your unborn child may have?"

Dean stood up knocking his chair to the ground and pointed at him angrily. "You've gone too far this time! You got three kids right? How would you like me to go to your home and gank more than the family rabbit this time? You'd like that huh?!"

"No I wouldn't. I'm not saying this is easy, " He said calmly."But it's the life you chose, here are the consequences. John would do it."

"Don't you dare bring him into this you son of a bitch! Look at what you're doin' man! You're knockin' on Hell's door too, how long before someone answers? You say you're on my side but I ain't seeing much co-operation here!"

Bonnie was trying hard to hold it together as Sam took her hand under the table and Dean stared Ramirez down.

"Hear me out that's all I'm asking."

Bobby was the one who stood up and righted Dean's chair laying a hand on his shoulder as he sat back down. "It's ok son." He said, not believing it himself.

Ramirez went to a TV in the corner and switched it on. "We tape all the psychics, and this came up around the same time that Hope turned seventeen."

They watched as he hit a switch and the face of a young woman filled the screen. Dean remembered seeing her in the room before and felt sorry for the poor bitch as he saw her speak mindlessly into the camera as her closed eyelids fluttered.

"It's here."

"What is?" Asked a disembodied male voice.

"The second coming."

"Oh c'mon!" Dean exclaimed loudly.

"Can you tell me more?"

The woman's head turned like she was searching her thoughts. "It's a young girl, she has no idea of the power she has."

"Can you tell me about the girl? You have a name?"

"All I can hear is one word. Hope."

"What's this girl going to do?"

"Lead others in the fight against evil."

The man speaking sounded almost disinterested. "How old is she?"

"She's seventeen." She said with a smile.

"She's a messenger of God?"

"No, not a prophet...an avenger, sent to undo the Devil's work."

"How?"

"By taking out the demons and curing the pestilence."

Ramirez paused the recording. "This was our first sign and we didn't have much of a clue until Hope's medical records got flagged."

"She sounds like a bad episode of Highway to Heaven for crying out loud. And Luc took care of those records." Dean said.

"I'm sure he thought he did, its the computer age though Dean. Nothing escapes us."

"Ya know what makes me laugh is that you think Hope's any kinda angel...you should see the crap she gets up to. She ain't exactly the Virgin Mary."

"Times change." He responded as he switched the TV back to play.

The film skipped forwards and there was someone else speaking this time. It was an older man getting the visions with the same voice lurking behind the camera.

"Tell me what you see Daryl."

"The girl's fighting."

"Who is she fighting?"

"Her brother?"

"One of the demons?"

"No." He paused. "It's her own brother. She's trying to make him revert back but it's too late, they have him."

"Why does he turn?"

"He's angry, he needed someone to understand..."

The tape stopped again.

"That's it?" Dean asked, unimpressed. "Please. You wanna stake my son's freedom on that bullshit?"

Ramirez grabbed a stack of files and slammed them down on the table. He took three off the top and slid them over to Bobby. "Prophecies in Latin, Aramaic and Hebrew. Knock yourselves out." He took another and opened it reading the top page.

"This one should interest you Dean, seeing as you're such a good judge of character. Luc Destin, formerly Luc Deferre. Otherwise known as the older adopted brother of Sebastien."

He threw the file to Dean who stared at it in shock. "Wanted by Interpol for murder and desertion of his post in Algiers."

Dean recovered and took the file as Bonnie read over his shoulder. His head was swimming as he flipped through the pages looking at mugshots of Luc and photographs of dead bodies. "This is all in French."

"You want me to give you the highlights? Fine. Apparently Luc's folks weren't such stand up characters, one son wound up in a mental institute. Of course, we know now he was part demon and part Dean so he's bound to be one chicken wing short of a bargain bucket, right? Luc was adopted at the age of two from an orphanage in Marseille. They thought they could give him a good life but obviously underestimated him. By the time little bro turns up courtesy of you Dean, then he's already half gone. A parents' frustration turns into anger, anger moves on to abuse and poor Luc's back in a home at the age of fifteen. By the time he hits juvie at seventeen he's given the choice to do hard time splitting rocks or join the Legion."

Another file hit the table.

"That's his service record." Ramirez gave him a second as Sam and Bobby looked on. "Served in more countries than most people can name. Picked up a few medals, took some bullets and generally kicked ass, all before the age of twenty."

"So far so what?" Bobby said. "Sounds good to me."

"He winds up in Tangiers and is arrested for the statutory rape of Farrah Bin Ibrahim, a devout Muslim. Our boy likes them young Dean." Ramirez stared back. "His service record and the French Foreign Office saves him from hanging. He gets off with a dishonorable discharge and a new wife."

"If he was discharged then who's he deserted?" Bobby asked trying to avoid the rape allegation.

Sam rubbed his forehead as he waited for this to sink in with Dean. It didn't look like it would happen anytime soon as Ramirez continued his history lesson.

"This is where it gets good. He takes his wife back to Paris, sets her up in some state housing slum and leaves her there as he goes to play Rambo with the Rhodesian's."

Dean raised his eyebrows as he thought of the army that battled in the darkest corners of Africa where only psychotics and locals dare step foot. He felt like his head was threatening to explode as he thought of Luc in a room right now with Hope. "Oh God."

"Oh he was the star of the militia but they're a little like the Mafia Dean, you don't fuck with them. These are the same bastards that were kicked out of South Africa when Mandela took over, rascist, viscious and altogether nasty."

"He deserted though?" Bobby pushed.

"He was on a mission in Algiers, I tried to get that file but no can do. Whatever he got up to there is buried so deep only Luc and his maker will ever know. He left his young wife in Paris and went to chase the dragon all over the Far East. We got him springing up in Cambodia," another file went down. "Tibet, Laos, Sri Lanka...you don't even want to know the shit he stirred up in Thailand. Then..." The last file landed in front of Dean and he almost didn't want to look. He glanced at Bonnie who nodded with a hand over her mouth. "Paris."

Dean finally flipped the plastic cover over and the sight of the eviscerated young woman stung his eyes. "Oh God." He said again.

"That's Luc's wife. Killed two days after he arrived back on French shores."

Dean shook his head. He'd fought with the guy, seen him with Hope. He was mental but he couldn't imagine Luc would ever be capable of this.

"I don't believe it." Bobby said as he reached for the file. "C'mon this has demon written all over it. No matter what he did in the past, he came to the States to avenge this girl!"

"I'm just giving you the facts." He said holding up his hands. "The guy's a killer."

"You could say the same about us." Dean said, and couldn't believe that he was defending the Frog.

"He still lied about who he was, and managed to get into your teenage daughter's pants with it." he mocked.

Dean felt like throwing up. "You don't know shit!"

Ramirez leaned across the table on folded arms. "Dean, I can show you the footage...we got it on tape, they've been at it like rabbits all morning. I can barely get the security guys to do anything but eat popcorn and touch themselves."

Dean wanted to scream, shout and kill. Maybe it was his leg stopping him or maybe it was something else, but either way he paused and took a breath. "What the hell happened to you?" He asked sadly. "You're using our kids as leverage against what? The Devil? You're no better than a demon and you got no idea what's out there. You sit in your fortress surrounded by weapons, locking up women and children and claim to know what this poor bastard's suffered in his lifetime?" He picked up a file and slung it at him. "You're freakin' clueless."

Ramirez stared back at him "You think two middle aged men in a crapped out car can do better? Your reign's over Dean, there's a new man in town."

Dean suddenly laughed. "Is that was this is?! A fuckin' contest?" He couldn't help it as he threw his head back and howled with laughter. "Dude, get the tape measure out right now cos no one beats me in this. I was huntin' for twenty years before I saved you from staining your pants in that bowling alley. I'm the best there's ever been and you got no freakin' chance."

"I could have killed the lot of you, had you all sent down. But I figured I'd try and make you see sense and get you to fight with me." He responded angrily.

Dean stood up again without fear as the others followed suit and Bonnie felt the coming eruption as she backed into the wall.

"Sense? I know it's Christmas but you're playing Herod and I ain't about to give you my first born son for anything. So just open wide and suck my cock Rico!"

Ramirez rose to his feet and suddenly drew a handgun from his thigh holster and went to fire. Dean's first instinct was to move towards Bonnie as he knew he wouldn't intercept the man in time.

Sam had finally had enough as all the stress of the last two days finally got to him. He stuck his hands under the large table and flipped it with a roar, throwing all the food and drink in the air. He grabbed Ramirez for the second time in an hour, lifted him off his feet and went for the jugular.

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Dylan waited for a while to make sure his mother was finally asleep before he gathered up the baby and slipped out of the room. All of their rooms were on one long corridor. It was nicer than some of the places they had lived in, but it would never be homely.

He paused in front of a door and moved the baby in his arms as he knocked.

It took a minute but Cole finally answered, he had just gotten out of the shower and his long hair dripped over his bare shoulders as he frowned at the boy pushing in under his arm. "Hey little Dude, what's up?"

Dylan went to the bed and laid Lily down next to Talia. He looked around casually and then sat down with a shrug. "Just felt like taking a walk."

Cole closed the door and moved to the bed sitting opposite his cousin. He eyed him suspiciously as he picked the baby up and kissed her before propping her on his bent knees. For a tiny baby she was already alert and watched him with big blue eyes "Lily-Win." He smiled as he signed the letters of her name with the fingers of his right hand.

Dylan watched him and coughed conspicuously.

Cole looked up and Dylan made a gesture like he was buttoning his lips. Dylan began to talk to his cousin in sign with his back to the hidden camera and Cole nodded briefly getting the message.

Cole passed Lily to Talia. "She has that fresh baby smell, it's amazing." He told her as he stood up and put on his jeans discarding his towel. "I'll just go say hello to Ninj."

The others didn't glance up as they continued the charade.

Cole strolled casually down the corridor and immediately picked out the hidden camera's as he knocked on Johnny's door. Steve opened it and Cole walked straight in. "Hey."

"Hey yourself."

Johnny sat up in bed as he saw his nephew. "Everything ok?"

Cole sat on the edge of the bed and spoke quietly and rapidly in Cantonese as his Uncle listened.

By the time he got to Hope's door Cole was mentally preparing himself. When Luc opened it Cole didn't bother going in but simply whispered to him in French. Luc nodded, closed the door and Cole went to go get Brooke.

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