"Stay in the car Kate," Bobby said, looking back me carefully.

Through the windshield, I could see Jerry, alone and defenseless as he was surrounded by the same thugs that had prowled the streets when we were kids.

And with him was the man that had killed my mother.

"Angel's gonna call you when he's done with Fowler," he murmured. "If he doesn't call…"

"I got it," I murmured, leaning forward into the front seat and kissing Bobby. He pulled away, giving me a perplexed look as I smiled, "I'm glad to see that. Now go- and be careful; you promised Trish you'd come back and she's a vindictive bitch if I've ever met one." He got out of the truck and I watched as Bobby walked up to Sweet, taking his jacket off and dropping it in the snow. They exchanged what seemed to be heated words, the only snippets I caught being "Over some old lady" and "Watch your motherfucking mouth" from Sweet and Bobby respectively.

Sweet took off his jacket just as Bobby began to warm up for the fight, catching Victor off guard with a hard blow to his stomach. Evelyn's murderer retaliated with a knee to Bobby's groin, my brother's knees buckling as he hit the ice. "Shit, he hit him hard," I said, my fingers twitching on the door handle. I didn't open it, however, knowing that I would only get myself hurt.

The cell phone in the cup holder began to ring and instead of a call, it was a text simply saying 'we got him.'

Sweet was on top of Bobby and I began to scream inside of the car, slamming my hands on the dashboard as I climbed into the front seat.

"Get up Bobby!"

His elbow connected to Victor's nose and mouth, Sweet stumbling back as he clutched at his face. I watched as Bobby struggled to his feet and then pulled Victor up behind him, "Get up and fight bitch!" Victor swung at Bobby and I winced as I watched the fist connect with his ribs; it didn't seem to phase him as Bobby hit him back with a right hook to his side, kicking him onto his ass. He was whaling on Sweet like there was no tomorrow.

I could see the blood pooling in the snow.

And then Bobby stopped.

I had never seen him restrain himself like that- he actually left Sweet alive as he was still moving and spitting up blood. There was an unheard command from him and then the men started to move, one cutting a large hole in the ice before they dropped Victor into it.

Bobby stalked back to the truck, Jerry struggling to keep up with him.

I watched in shock, as he got behind the wheel, and slammed the door before allowing himself to cry. It killed me to watch him and I closed my eyes, reaching over to put a hand on his shoulder. "Bobby, let me drive." Once I was driving, he began to calm, wiping his eyes self-consciously as I watched him out of the corner of my eye. "What you said earlier 'glad to see that', that was about Trish?"

"Yeah," I whispered, Bobby nodding.

"She's more like you than I think you like to realize. Soon as I saw her running through the airport with the boys at her side- jet black hair cut at her collarbones, big blue eyes- I knew that… she was it for me. I knew that there was something in her that was you, for lack of a better term, and me. Kate, since you were a kid, you were just like me and then Jack was just like you and now Trish, the boys. You changed her and that made her right; hell, if she was just some dumb broad, I probably wouldn't have looked at her twice, but she's not just some dumb broad. She's…. Trish," Bobby said, trying to explain to me what I already knew.

I'd rubbed off of Trish in a big way so there was no surprise in why there would be any similarities- I had done the exact same with Bobby and then Jack, which was why we were the way we were. That fiery quality that Bobby possessed was tempered by Jack's gentle personality and then further changed by my own influence.

Trish, for lack of a correct description, was perfect for Bobby.

When we got back to Jerry's we were greeted by the police, being jerked out of the car and handcuffed in almost the same instance. There were no Miranda Rights given, no charges explained, only chaos and confusion on their part as to why we were being arrested. We knew what we did, but we'd be damned if they ever knew the truth behind Fowler's deception and Victor Sweet's disappearance.

After being questioned persistently the cops had let me go, long before I ever saw any of my brothers.

I called Camille, Sofi and Trish, needing someone to sit with me to wait. Before long, they had all arrived, the twins crawling into my lap as we waited and listened for any word on the Mercer men.

We all looked up as Jeremiah was thrown out of an interroation room, Camille shrieking belligerently as she went to go tend to him, "Don't push him like that!" She took his face in her hands and began to tend to his swollen eye, Jerry wincing. "Come here; let me see Jerry," Camille said, cooing over her husband.

"Its alright," Jerry protested. "Its just a boo-boo."

"No, it is not just a boo-boo Jeremiah Mercer, somebody put their fist in your eye! Let me see it…"

He sighed and tried to shake her off again, "C'mon now!" I shook my head as Angel brushed past them down the hallway, Sofi jumping up and wrapping her arms around it. "Did you do it? Did you get him baby," she asked quietly, Angel nodding as she kissed him.

"Let me catch you on the street without that badge! I'll smack that smirk right off your face, you punk!"

I smiled as the infamous Bobby Mercer was released as well, seeing him stalk down the hallway and make a beeline straight for Trish. He kissed her, unashamed of who was watching, brushing her hair back with the lightest of touches. "Told you I was coming back," Bobby said, Trish smacking him in the shoulder. He gave me and the boys each a kiss on the forehead before returning to the front desk, demanding his toboggan and the gun that they had taken from him. I left my sons with Trish and went to go stand with my brothers, hearing Camille fuss about Jerry.

"Bobby told me he wasn't gonna let him get hurt Sofi-"

"He's breathing Cam," Bobby grinned, looking down at me.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked, turning my attention to Jerry, "You said something, didn't you Jerry?"

He instantly took the defensive as Angel began to argue with him, Bobby knowing that all I had wanted to do was cause a fight. "If he didn't say something, I did," he replied, both of his brothers turning to face him.

"What'd you say?"

"Told him I was banging his wife," Bobby said before he began to laugh. Angel's face lightened considerably and he joined in the laughter, "I did too."

Even Jerry nodded and agreed, Bobby throwing an arm around my shoulder.

"We need to go get Cracker Jack… and let's go celebrate," he suggested, the others agreeing. My eyes grew wide as I thought of all we had to be happy for, my grin taking over my whole face. "Me and Jack are getting married," I proclaimed, all of their smiles disappearing. Jerry looked at me with the most severe expression I had ever seen on his face, "You're what?"

"Not my sister," Angel growled and I was overcome by glee, knowing that Jack had an uphill battle with his brothers.

Sure they let us be together, but any guy- even their brother- had to go through them to marry their sister.

And things were looking up for a change.