She's sitting on her couch, watching the game with her son, on a Sunday afternoon, when there is a knock on the door. She looks over at her son, she leans forward and places her beer on the coffee table.

"I thought that Tommy, and Frankie said that they were busy, and couldn't come," Michael looks at her.

"Maybe it's your grandmother," she suggests.

"Only one way to find out."

Jane vacates her seat, and heads to the door. She quickly unchains the door, and pulls it open. She stares at the figure on the other side of the doorway in confusion, and disbelief.

"Pop? What are you doing here?"

"I can't just drop in to see my only daughter?"

"What do you want?" she questions, furrowing her brow.

"I don't want anything. I just wanted to spend some time with you," he admits.

"Are you sick, or something?"

"No, why would you ask something like that?"

"Because you don't even call. Now, you're showing up on my doorstep out of the blue? Excuse me if I am a little bit suspicious."

"I just thought it would be nice to spend some time with you."

"Are you sure that don't want something? Do you need money? Do you have a warrant out, or something?"

"No, Janie, I just wanted to see you."

"Okay."

"So can I come in, or are you going to make me stand in the hallway all day?"

She takes a step back, "Come in."

He enters the apartment, and she closes the door behind him. He stares at the kid on the couch, in confusion. He turns to Jane.

"I didn't mean to intrude."

"We're just watching the game," Jane admits.

"I don't want to interrupt anything," he explains.

"Pop, you're not interrupting anything."

"So you're not on a date?"

"Unlike you, I like to date people who are a little bit closer to my age."

"So what are you doing, mentoring at risk youth?"

"No," she shakes her head.

"Okay, so is he a rookie that you're showing the ropes to?"

"No, dad, he's not."

"Then why is there a teenager sitting in your living room?"

Michael chimes in, as he rises from his seat, "Maybe I should just go."

"Sit," Jane replies, firmly.

Michael quickly lowers himself back onto the couch. Frank Sr. stares at his daughter is utter confusion.

"Janie, are you going to tell me what is going on here, or what?"

Jane points to the couch, "Pop, have a seat."

He moves over to the couch, hesitantly taking a seat. He glances at the young man sitting next to him, but his eyes quickly return to Jane. His eyes remain fixated on her as he begins to speak.

"Why am I sitting down? Jane, what the hell is going on, here?"

"There is something that I need to tell you," she begins.

"I'm listening."

"When I was a teenager I..."

His face falls, and he cuts her off, "Is this is about the baby?"

She cocks an eyebrow, and nearly chokes, "What?!"

"Jane I know that I am not the most observant guy on the planet, but even I notice when my teenage daughter gains thirty pounds out of nowhere, and her mother ships her off to her grandmother's for the summer. Jane it wasn't something I could have missed even though I wanted to."

"So why didn't you ever bring it up?"

"Because I just assumed that you didn't want to talk about it. I figured that if you wanted to discuss it with me, you would."

"You weren't curious what happened?"

"I assumed that you just gave the kid up for adoption," he admits. "You never brought it up, so neither did I."

"No, I didn't," she shakes her head.

"You didn't give the kid up for adoption?" He furrows his brow.

"That is what Ma wanted. It is what she thought was best for me, at the time."

"So what really happened?"

"After I saw the baby for the first time, I wanted to keep him."

"But you didn't."

"I tried."

"Your mother convinced you otherwise?"

"No," she shakes her head, "He was taken from me."

"Taken? What do you mean taken? Children services took him?"

"No. He was kidnapped."

"What?!"

"I never knew who took him. I never knew what happened to him."

Frank's eyes move to the young man sitting next to him on the couch, "But you found him."

Jane's voice cracks, "Yeah. I wish that I had found him sooner, but I didn't. I only found him a few months ago, and it was because of another case that I was working."

"So you are telling me that you have a teenage son?" Frank queries.

"Yes," she nods in confirmation.

"And," he continues, "You're saying that you found him? This," he points, "is him?"

"His name is Michael," she reveals.

Her father's seemingly permanent scowl turns into a smile. He studies the young man sitting to his right, and then extends his hand.

"It is nice to meet you, Michael."

Michael shakes his hand, "Nice to meet you too, sir."

Frank smirks, "Nobody calls me sir, especially you. You understand?"

"Yes," Michael nods in agreement, concerting a conscious effort not to add the word sir to the end of his sentence.

"You, my boy can call me anything you want, but sir."

"Okay."

"Even gramps," Frank adds.

"Okay."

Frank turns to his daughter, "So if you have known about him for months why am I just now finding out about it?"

"Because you never call."

Frank shakes his head, "No, I call, and you never answer. You are the one who never calls me. I know that I screwed up, and that you take your mother's side, but I am still your father. Don't you think that I deserved to know that my only daughter has a son?"

"I'm sorry."