The first thing Mike noticed about Adam was the scar on his cheek. The one that looked a lot like Hannah's… a different shade of red… but a lot alike.

The second thing he noticed was how much Adam looked like Dave and Hannah. All brown hair, blue eyes, the same sparkle when they smiled.

"What's up, Mike!" Adam said, shaking his hand as Mike stepped up onto the porch.

Mike smiled. "Nice to meet you, Adam."

"Likewise," Adam said, turning his attention to Hannah, "You… yeah you and I have some talking to do."

Hannah blushed. "I uh… don't know what you mean…"

Adam shot her a chastising look like she certainly did know what he meant… Oh the many things… that she brought Mike home… that she called about Jason and what ever happened with that? What was the deal with Mike? Oh the possibilities were endless… and she really didn't want to hear any of it.

Dave called from the kitchen. "C'mon, get in here, supper's ready!"

Hannah looked like she was relieved. She hadn't been worried about Mike meeting Adam but she knew she'd get the third degree from him. She knew he worried about her… and she never told him what happened after the Jason phone call… he'd want to know…

They sat down at the table and Mike still looked awkward and slightly uncomfortable. Hannah reached under the table and put her hand on his knee.

"Alright?" she asked quietly as Dave and Adam put the rest of the food on the table.

Mike nodded. "Yeah…"

Then he smiled but she couldn't tell if it was forced or not. She knew family dinners had to be awkward for him, especially with her family.

Adam sat down, placing the salad bowl in the middle of the table.

"Alright kids, now I know I don't do this often… but I feel like I need to…" Dave said, sitting down.

"Dad," Hannah said quietly, looking at him with softness in her eyes.

Dave laughed. "Oh come on… you know I'm a big ball of love, I can't help it! I get all of you home and… I just have to!"

She smiled, sighing. She held one hand out to Adam and the other to Mike. They both took her hand and extended theirs out to Dave, who looked like he was about to burst with happiness.

"Dear Lord, thank you for everything you've provided for us. I thank you in all of your grace for bringing us all together and including Mike. Thank you for all the love and happiness you've bestowed on us and have allowed us to share with others."

Hannah squeezed Mike's hand and he looked at her sideways, smiling.

She looked back up at Dave and he was smiling at her, waiting.

They didn't say grace often, but when they did, Dave insisted that they all say a piece of it, each have something to be thankful for.

"Uh…" she started, feeling awkward that Mike was there to witness their family tradition, "Thank you, Lord, for a wonderful time to see my family and um… thank you for keeping everyone healthy, happy, and truly blessed."

Mike smiled at her and she blushed.

"Okay, my turn," Adam said, getting serious, "Thank you, God, for always keeping us together. We've had some hard times but thank you for always keeping my dad and my sister close by when I need them. We are truly blessed."

Adam looked up at Mike, waiting for him to add. Hannah opened her mouth to protest, he didn't have to. She didn't want him to feel put on the spot. She didn't even know if he was religious.

"No, it's okay," Mike said, clearing his throat, "Thank you… God… um… thank you for everything… It's been rough… but… I know there's a reason… thank you for bringing Hannah into my life and thank you for showing me such a wonderful family… I know I'm truly blessed."

Hannah squeezed his hand, smiling. What she and Adam said rang true to him. He was truly blessed.

"Amen," Dave beamed from the end of the table, proud as could be.

Hannah smiled at him. "Dad, stop getting emotional."

Dave grinned, dropping everyone's hands. "I can't help it! You know I'm just so full of love!"

Adam rolled his eyes and Mike smiled. Adam and Hannah may be annoyed by it, but he liked it. Dave reminded him a lot of his own dad.

"Alright, fine then!" Dave scolded, still grinning, "Eat up!"

They started passing bowls. Salad, mashed potatoes, corn, green beans, barbeque chicken, and fresh baked bread.

"So, Mike," Adam started, "My dad said you're in the FBI, huh?"

Mike was handed the corn, spooning some onto his plate. "Yeah, a few years now."

"Really?" Adam said, glancing at Hannah, "That isn't dangerous, is it?"

Mike watched her reaction out of the corner of his eye. She didn't react. "Not overly… it has its days."

"Hmm," Adam mused, passing her the green beans, "How'd you two meet, again?"

Hannah took that one. "He lives downstairs. He helped me move in."

"Ahh," Adam said, piecing it together, "I remember some guy helping you. Guess he wasn't as sketchy as he sounded."

"Adam, stop it!" Hannah ordered, putting mashed potatoes on her plate.

"What?" Adam defended, "When your baby sister moves to New York and some guy offers to help her move in, you have to warn her to be careful if he wants to make your skin into a suit!"

Mike snickered.

"Adam!" Dave said flabbergasted, "That's appalling!"

"Seriously?" Adam continued, "Does no one watch the news anymore? People are scary! Guys find nice girls moving in by themselves and make their skin into suits! Google it!"

Hannah laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Really?" Adam banged his fork on the table, "Mike, come on, in the FBI you've gotta seen some weird people! Take that one wacko, Joe Carroll… you could've bumped into him or one of his freaky deaky people and bam, SKIN SUIT!"

Mike still smiled despite the Joe Carroll reference. If only Adam knew that Carroll was much worse than that.

"I don't think Hannah has much to worry about," Mike said, swallowing a bite of chicken, "Our building is very safe. One of the reasons I moved into it myself."

Adam, however, seemed unconvinced, still mad that no one believed him about the skin suits.

"BUFFALO BILL!" Adam blurted, sending bits of corn across the table, "Silence of the Lambs? It puts the lotion on its skin? COME ON, PEOPLE! SKIN SUITS!"

Hannah snorted and Mike laughed at it.

"Adam, stop it," Dave chastised, "Stop telling Hannah she'll be someone's skin suit!"

He sounded like they were five years old and Adam was telling her ghost stories again.

"I'm telling you," Adam said, angrily chewing his chicken, "One day you're going to call me and yell that we've got to get Hannah home because some wacko is making skin suits out of girls in New York!"

Dave rolled his eyes. "Anyways, besides the skin suits, anything at work?"

Adam wrinkled his nose, not willing to let go of his topic. "Same old, same old…"

"What do you do?" Mike asked, not meeting Hannah's look. She was happy that he was involving himself in conversation.

"He's a firefighter paramedic," Hannah said, bragging for him because she knew he wouldn't do it by himself.

"Wow," Mike said, genuinely impressed, "That's awesome. I couldn't do a job like that."

Adam smiled, proud. "It's a lot of work. Lot of hours on the job."

Adam glanced sideways to Hannah. "Lots of getting puked on."

She shuddered. She knew that too well.

"What made you want to get into that?" Mike asked, curious.

Dave cleared his throat, like the question hadn't been asked.

Adam ignored it. "The accident. I'm sure Hannah told you about it? The one when we were teenagers? Well… after that, I knew I wanted to be in some kind of emergency service. I mean… Hannah and I don't remember much about the accident and after it… we just woke up in the hospital… and to think… all those people that took care of us while we were completely out of it… unable to even help ourselves… that's a great service… You know… help people… help their families and people they love…"

Mike nodded, completely agreeing with that. "Absolutely."

"And knowing what I know… I feel much safer for me and everyone around me… and like Hannah… I worry about her but if something ever happened to her, it makes me feel better knowing that who ever was first on the scene, knows things that I know and that she'll be okay," he said, glancing over at her.

Hannah shook her head, smiling. Adam worried too much.

Mike smiled. Hannah had such a good family. He wished his was as close as hers…

"What about you, Mike?" Adam asked, "Why the FBI?"

Mike smirked. He was asked that question a lot… but still hadn't perfected the unrehearsed answer.

"My dad was a Marine and after that, he was a cop. All my brothers were cops… it started out as a way to outrank them, you know, show them that their little brother could amount to something… but then I realized I really liked it. I studied behavioral science at Wesleyan and doing my dissertation about Joe Carroll it made me realize I didn't want people like that out on the street and that I could do something about it," Mike said, trying to sound as humble as possible.

Hannah smiled at him. She didn't even know that story of how he started in the FBI.

Adam nodded, impressed. "Very cool. You like it?"

Mike nodded despite absolutely hating everything that was Joe Carroll and the case. He'd wanted out and he meant it. "I do… some cases are harder than others, though."

Adam agreed, some calls were more difficult for him. "I hear ya… I bet the hours are bad, too, huh?"

Mike glanced at Hannah, smirking. "Not as good as I'd like."

Adam saw it and smiled.

"Did I ever mention how lucky I am?" Dave said, beaming from the end of the table.

Adam and Hannah rolled their eyes. Mike smiled.

"No, I mean it!" Dave insisted, "God love ya… you two have made me so proud… and Mike… man… you're right there up with them. You three are something else."

"Thank you," Mike said, blushing. All this love was so much… he knew how hard it was for Hannah to soak in it all.

"Luckiest man alive, here," Dave grinned, eyes glassy.

Adam laughed, shaking his head. He was used to all this by now. He knew it was harder for Hannah to hear it.

"Red Door?" Adam said to her, grinning mischievously.

She lit up. "Absolutely."

She looked to Dave, almost as if for permission. "Y'all better go… I'm feeling contagious and you getter get out of here before I start hugging everyone!"

Hannah snorted again and Mike laughed.

She looked over at him. "Red Door?"

"Uh…" he said, unsure, still smiling, "Sure?"

Hannah grinned.

"Good choice," Adam approved, "Let's go!"

Red Door was apparently short for the Red Door Tavern at the end of town. It, indeed, had a red door true to its name. It wasn't as hole in the wall-ish as Mike had guessed for being a small town.

Out back, it had a big porch with lights and live music. The doors were open and pulled back so that the whole place heard the music and felt the cool air.

Adam ordered them beers at the bar and Hannah excused herself to the bathroom.

"So," Adam said quickly, taking his beer as it was served, "Hannah's going to lie to me, so I'd better ask you. What's the deal with her calling Jason?"

Mike stiffened. He knew Hannah wouldn't want to tell him… he'd just get worried… but… there was no sense lying to her brother… especially since he didn't want to get off on the wrong foot…

"Well… the case I'm working on… the person I'm after went after my dad… and they killed him…" he said, trying to stay unemotional, not meeting Adam's eyes, "I needed Hannah somewhere safe."

Adam whistled. "Shit… I'm sorry, man… hell… well… yeah… that would've been the best place…. But it's okay now?"

Mike nodded. They hadn't heard anything about Lily Gray lately… "For now…"

He met Adam's eyes but didn't see any anger or worry for his sister. Instead, he saw gratitude.

"And," Adam said, lightening the topic up, "You're not sleeping with her, right?"

Mike almost choked on his beer.

Adam laughed. "I'm messing with ya! I'm sorry!"

Mike got red.

"Nah, you're alright, man," Adam said, taking a swig of his beer, "Not many guys can handle Hannah, you know?"

Mike nodded. He did know. "A lot of ex boyfriends?"

Adam shook his head. "Not one… Hannah's never had a boyfriend… well… not one that she's admitted to… She doesn't like to commit to titles or anything. Never has. You're the first guy she's ever brought home."

Mike raised his eyebrows. He would've thought Hannah would have had boyfriends before… he thought she just resisted that title with him because of his job.

Hannah returned from the bathroom, smiling as Adam handed her her beer.

"Thank you, sir," she said, grinning, gulping down a big swig, knowing she'd have to catch up.

"So," Adam said, leaning against the bar, "Mike didn't know he's your first boyfriend."

She paled, mouth dropping open, speechless. She didn't want to say that he wasn't her boyfriend and embarrass him or upset him.

"I…."

Adam laughed. "Ahh look at her face! Chill… He knows you don't like titles."

Hannah remained red. "You're such a dick."

He wiggled his beer in front of her face. "You love it!"

She rolled her eyes.

"Oooh," Adam sang, spotting a blonde in the corner shooting pool, grabbing another round off the bar, "Is that Kelly Morgan? I need to come home more often… I'll be right back…"

He sauntered away, towards Kelly Morgan, happy and confident.

Hannah turned back to Mike, who finished his beer amused.

"What did he say?" she ordered, a smile over her face.

Mike shrugged, picking up a new beer that had appeared in front of him. Service was fast. "I wasn't even listening."

She punched him playfully in the shoulder, putting her empty beer bottle on the bar. "Well clearly he said something."

Mike stood up, lowering his beer, handing her a new one, too. "He said you've never had a boyfriend."

Hannah squared her shoulders annoyingly, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "I've… I'll have you know that I've been with plenty of guys… I mean… that I've… shit…"

He laughed.

"That all sounds horrible," she said, blushing and laughing, "You know me! You know I don't like committing to anything."

Mike smirked. "I thought you just didn't like committing to me."

She sipped her beer. "No, not just you."

He put his hand over his heart like he was wounded. "Ouch. I'm not the only one then."

"Shut up!" she squealed, hand along his jawline, "You've gotten more commitment out of me than anyone has. I brought you home for God's sake!"

Mike smiled. "One small step for mankind!"

She rolled her eyes. "So what, you want to be my boyfriend?"

She teased that last word, throwing back the rest of her second beer.

Mike lowered his from his lips, his eyes on her, growing dark.

She felt the silence answer for him.

"Maybe not in those exact words…" he said, taking a casual swig, "But yes."

If Hannah hadn't been drinking, she would've had something clever to say… but she didn't.

He winked at her and took another drink. She blushed.

"So Kelly Morgan," Adam said, coming up beside them, "Apparently her ass is a lot bigger up close."

Hannah snorted and Mike laughed.

"Seriously… it's huge," he said, grabbing another beer, "I mean… I wouldn't even know what to do with it!"

Hannah snickered and Mike shook his head.

"So Mike," Adam said loudly, putting his arm around Mike's shoulders, "We already know about dear little Hannah, but what about you? Ex wife? Kids? Psycho ex girlfriend?"

Hannah sipped her beer, also curious about the answer. Mike smiled.

"Nope… none of the above," he said, actually proud of it.

"Squeaky clean, then," Adam said, starting to slur a little, "Geez, Hannah, where'd you find this guy, huh? FBI and not a single black mark on him! You better marry him before someone else swoops him up!"

Hannah's eyes bulged. She would've kicked him if it wouldn't have been obvious. Mike smiled. Adam knew how to push Hannah's buttons.

"Damn… Kelly Morgan… see? Her ass doesn't look this bad from far away!" Adam said, distracted again, "Okay… I'm going to do a drive-by… maybe see if she has a smaller assed friend…"

He staggered off in her directions and Hannah was completely red.

"I swear he's not usually this bad," she said, trying to calm herself down.

"He's not bad at all," Mike said, smiling. He actually really liked Adam. "But really now… what's so bad about me?"

"Hmm?" Hannah asked, looking off into the crowd.

Mike tapped his beer on her shoulder, getting her attention. "What's so bad about me?"

She looked up at him, tipsy and smiling, a full beer waiting for her on the bar.

Their eyes locked.

"Why won't you admit to being with me?" he asked, smirking, the alcohol making him more bold. He would have never pushed this if they weren't drinking. He was feeling more brazen… she was feeling loose enough to answer. She knew what he wanted… but she wasn't sure…

"Why do I need to?" she asked, teasingly, eyes on his.

He shrugged, sipping away his fourth beer. "You don't need to."

She rolled her eyes, pressing herself up against him, eyes on his. "You know I already am."

He smiled, leaning down and kissing her. He wouldn't push it.

"Heyyyyy, look who I found!" Adam shouter, pulling with him a tall guy with dark black hair.

Hannah looked and groaned. "Oh god… uh… Hi, Pete!"

"Hey Hannah," Pete grinned, clearly intoxicated.

Adam beamed, proud of himself.

Mike felt uncomfortable. "Uh… hi, I'm-"

Hannah interrupted him, taking a deep breath. "Pete, this is my boyfriend, Mike."

Mike grinned, unable to control himself. Hannah smiled at him dutifully. He'd done enough to make things work with her, she could do a little bit, too.

Pete smiled, "What's up, man?"

"HOLY SHIT IT WORKED!" Adam bellowed, pushing Pete away, "HELL YEAH!"

Mike was already grinning.

Adam high fived him too hard. "YES YES YES!"

Hannah frowned, Mike would have too, but he was too happy.

"What worked?" Mike asked, grinning.

"So, that guy Pete, he used to date Hannah or well, dated but didn't really date, I mean, they were together but they weren't together, I mean, he was her boyfriend but wasn't her boyfriend," Adam slurred, "Anyways, I figured if I brought him over, Hannah would have to introduce you as her boyfriend to him! And sweet baby Jesus it worked!"

Mike beamed. Hannah rolled her eyes. She would've gotten to it eventually, but Adam had provided a good set up.

"Oh don't be mad," Adam grinned, putting his arms around Hannah, "You love this man, don't lie. I mean, how could you not, look how devastatingly handsome he is? I mean, not compared to me, but hey, you can't date your brother, so he's a close second!"

Hannah snorted, pushing drunk Adam off her, smiling. Mike smiled. He decided he definitely liked Adam.

Someone called Adam's name and he staggered back into the crowd, Mike still grinning.

"Didn't I tell you to stop looking at me like that?" Hannah asked, drinking down another beer.

Mike smiled. "Maybe… I forgot…"

She smiled. She was glad to make him happy.

He set down his beer and perched on the barstool behind him, putting his arms around her waist, drawing him close to him, his knees on either side of her.

"You've made me a very happy man, you know that?" he beamed.

She smiled, arms around his neck. "I'm glad. You make me very happy, too."

Mike kissed her. "I love you. Don't freak out about this when you sober up."

Hannah smiled. "I'll try not to. No promises."

He kissed her again. "Good enough for me."