Maggie's eyes narrowed in worried agitation as Hannibal nodded while he listened to Frankie on the other end of the cellular call. "Alright," he said finally. "You sit tight and we'll be back as soon as we can."

"What's happened?" Maggie asked as Hannibal hung up the call.

"Trouble," Hannibal replied with a nod before heading out into the yard. The doctor turned around just in time to see Face emerge from the tropical forest tightly hugging the empty urn.

"Hey, kid," Hannibal said stepping in next to him. "I know now isn't a good time but we need to talk."

"About what?" Face said stopping at the steps to his mom's house.

"I just got off the phone with Frankie," Hannibal replied putting a hand on Face's arm. "Stockwell's been kidnapped!"

"What's that got to do with me?" Face replied coldly as he met Hannibal's eyes. "Do you honestly think I care what happens to him!"

"I didn't figure you would but I owed you at least enough to tell you that no ones going to make an effort to go after whoever it is that's got him," Hannibal said quietly. "Frankie said, they shot the place up. The only way he survived was by playing dead."

"How many casualties were there?" Face asked casting his eyes downward. He'd made friends with more than a few of Stockwell's guards during there time at the house.

"As luck would have it, Stockwell sent everyone home after we left. He and Frankie were the only ones in the house."

"And, Frankie?" Maggie asked out of doctorly concern.

"Took a bullet to the right shoulder but he said it was mostly a flesh wound," Hannibal replied as Maggie nodded. Turning back to Face, Hannibal sighed as he put a hand on the Lieutenant's shoulder. "We'll do what ever you want us to kid."

"You think we should...go after him?" Face asked in surprise as he looked up into Hannibal's eyes.

"That's up to you," he replied gently. "He is your father."

"I should tell Ellen," Face said passing his mother's empty urn off to Maggie. "He's her father too."

"Of course," Hannibal replied evenly. "You two take as much time as you need to discuss it, we're not going anywhere."

"Thanks, Hannibal," Face said heading into the house.

Face sighed when he seen Ellen and Gloria standing behind the island in the kitchen cutting up vegetables for a stew. "Smells good," he said helping himself to a carrot as Ellen exchanged glances with Gloria. They had worried that he would have been in a mood from spreading his mother's ashes but that obviously wasn't the case now.

"How are you feeling?" Gloria asked as Face took a seat at the dinning table before wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I'll be alright," he said looking up into her smiling face. "But, I have to tell you and Ellen something."

"Sounds serious," Ellen replied as Hannibal and Maggie joined them.

BA and Murdock appeared from the family room as Face nodded. "Hannibal got a phone call from Frankie. It seems the house in Langley has been shot up and Stockwell's been kidnapped!"

"Kidnapped," Ellen whispered. "By who?"

"We don't know," Hannibal replied as he rolled a cigar between his fingers. "According to Frankie, Stockwell's operation is in total chaos. His secretary is virtually running things and the ables are wandering the property with no direction."

"So unless we decide to take control of the situation," Face said looking at Hannibal, BA and Murdock. "Stockwell's as good as dead."

"What are you going to do?" Ellen asked as Face stood up.

"Well," Face said meeting her eyes. "I thought that since he's your father to that maybe we should decide together."

Ellen sighed as she turned her back on him and crossed her arms. Even though it was at least in the nineties, she felt a chill run though her body. "I keep wondering what it would have been like to know that my father wasn't the traitor the papers made AJ out to be. Reading about him and thinking what a bastard he was and then wondering...what that made me."

"El," Face said grabbing her arm and turning her around to look at him. "Our father has nothing to do with who we are as individuals."

"You really, really believe that?" Ellen asked as Face nodded. "Then, I think we owe it to Stockwell to at least look into what's going on, don't you?"

*So sorry for the long delay in posting! RL has kicked me in the butt lately. My husband was diagnosed with epilepsy after having a very bad seizure and with work and the holidays, I've just been overwhelmed but things are starting to settle down so I should be able to post on a more regular basis! If I don't get to post before next Monday, I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas!*