Emily quickly gathered her things and stood, as Wes stood and did the same. "Let's go," she suggested, walking determinedly out of the shop and across the road.

Jack was busy and didn't notice anyone around him. As Emily and Wes approached, Emily cleared her voice loudly to get Jack's attention.

"I'm busy," Jack chuckled and the girl could be heard giggling. "Alright, we'll get out of the way. We're on our way to her place anyways."

"Jack," Wes said loudly and firmly.

Jack's movements stopped and he pulled away from the lady and turned to face both Wes and Emily who were now standing there side by side, arms crossed. Jack had lipstick covering his neck and face.

"Oh, umm, Emily, Wes," Jack said sheepishly. "I can umm, explain."

"Save it," Emily threw up her hand toward her dad's face and turned toward the woman. She couldn't be over 30 either. Her dad certainly had a type. The dress she was wearing barely covered herself, and it seemed Jacks hands had shifted the skirt higher.

"Jack, baby, who is that? A girlfriend?" the lady asked as she ran her hands up and down Jack's arm.

Before Jack could say anything, Emily said firmly, "I'm Jack's daughter. This is my husband. We couldn't help but notice my DAD out here making a fool of himself with you. Did you know he's married? He's got a wife and kid."

"Married?" the lady asked raising her eyebrows, "No, I didn't. He said things were complicated, and yeah, umm, you said you were his daughter, so duh, he'd have a kid," the lady snipped.

Emily rolled her eyes and felt Wes pat her on her back, "Whatever this is," Emily waved, "needs to end. Dad has a 31-year old wife at home, a one-year-old baby, and another on the way. Besides that, he has two grown children, me included. So, want some more dirt on my stand-up dad?"

Jack tried to jump in, "Now, now, no need to get harsh," Jack chuckled. Callie here is innocent in all this.

"Callie?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, I'm Callie. Again, so Jack didn't tell me all that. Jack! You should have told me. We've been together all this time, and I didn't know?"

Emily gave her dad a glare, one that her mom used a lot too. "Dad?"

"Listen, Callie, I'm Wes, and I think you might want to call it a night. Can I walk you to your car? It's late to be around here on your own," Wes offered trying to diffuse the situation.

"My car is right there," Callie pointed just a few cars away. "Jack, we can talk later," Callie said, not particularly upset about what she'd learned and kissed Jack before turning and swaying off.

Once Callie walked off, Jack, whose eyes were following her, turned back to Emily and Wes, "Listen, guys," Jack started.

"Save it Dad. Are you drunk?" Emily asked.

Jack shook his head, "No, I'm not. Not a drop. Actually, that's why Callie was here. We met at AA several months ago and started talking. Whenever I've felt the need for a drink, I've called her, and she comes to meet me."

"I'm glad you aren't drinking Dad. That's a good first step," Emily said, trying to encourage at least a bit of good behavior. "This thing, though, with Callie? What's going on?"

Jack sighed, "Look, can we talk about this somewhere else?"

Wes jumped in, "Emily, why don't you drive Jack home, and I will follow. That will give you both a chance to talk."

"I'm not drunk," Jack raised his hands.

Emily nodded, "Dad, we believe you, but we need to talk. Let's go."

Once Jack and Emily were situated in the car and she had stated driving Jack toward his apartment, she said, "Okay, Dad, no hiding. What are you doing? You're married!"

Jack sighed, "I know. It got a little out of hand with Callie, I admit. She's easy to talk to, and she always drags me out of the bar. I'd gone there tonight, and I couldn't drink. I called her, and she came."

"Dad, how many times has this happened?" Emily asked.

"Umm, maybe a dozen or so in the last year?" Jack admitted. I haven't had a drink though since June.

"Dad, I'm glad about the not drinking, really, but calling another woman? Dad, what exactly did happen with her in the dozen or so times you've called her?"

Jack looked away, not wanting to talk to his daughter, "Look, this has been hard. I am really working on not drinking. Tiffany hates it when I'm drunk and says it's not good for the baby to see, much like your mother used to complain. Callie gets it. She's been understanding and hasn't judged me. We started out just talking the first few times. I was lonely too. Tiffany doesn't even live here most of the time-well, she wants to, but she hasn't. The last several times, well, things progressed with Callie."

"Progressed," Emily prodded.

Jack nodded and looked away, "Look this isn't exactly easy to talk about with your daughter."

"Yet, here we are," Emily added, "Dad, it's not easy to see your dad outside a bar groping another woman when he's supposed to be married to one he cheated on your mother with either!" Emily now yelled.

Jack looked at her, seeing she was clearly mad, "I know. We, um, we've been together four times. Tonight would have been five."

Emily had pulled up to a stoplight and turned to glare at her dad, "You've slept with her four times? You have a wife and kid, and you cheated again? Dad, how could you?"

Jack sighed and looked out the window, "I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I'm drowning in this life with responsibility. She was just a lot of fun, and she got my mind off my problems. It only started a couple months or so ago."

"A couple months? You've slept with her four times in the last two months? That's not a big deal to you? My goodness, Dad! Responsibility? Yes, Dad, that's called being an adult," Emily added.

"I don't even love Callie. I love Tiffany. I really do. I know I shouldn't have been with her, but every other time, Tiffany hasn't been here," Jack admitted.

"So why tonight, Dad?" Emily asked. "You have a wife and kid at home, and yet, you were sitting in a bar, thinking of drinking, and about to go home with another woman."

Jack sighed again, "Tiffany had a doctor's appointment today-first sonogram. We're having twins."

Emily turned and raised her eyebrows, "Twins? Are you serious? Three kids at home soon, Dad?"

"Yeah. Now you see why I was going home with Callie," Jack said.

"NO DAD! I DON'T!" Emily lost it. She had lost all patience with Jack, "You left your pregnant wife at home to go drink and sleep with another woman because you are having two kids? Obviously, you know how this happens. You took part in it, so man up. My goodness! What is it going to take? You have responsibilities, and Dad, what Ricky said is true-you mess this up, which you already have, and I'm done. Ricky is too."

Jack put his hands in his head, "I know. I realize that now. I don't want to lose Tiffany. I don't."

"Might be too late, Dad. You cheated on her," Emily admitted.

Jack sighed and put his head back, "I know."

The two arrived at Jack's apartment building, and Emily parked. "Dad, I'm going to give you tonight and tomorrow, but I'm stopping by the morning after before I fly back to New York. By then, you better have things figured out-going staying, whatever. You will tell Tiffany or I will. That's a promise. She might be young and naïve, but she actually loves you and is the mother of now three of your children. I will tell her if you don't."

Emily got out of the car, saw Wes had pulled in a space over and handed the keys to Jack as he sulked around.

"I don't know what to say, but thanks," Jack said. "I need to do a lot of thinking, I guess."

"DO NOT call Callie, Dad. Talk to your wife. Figure this out, and tell her. Dad, I'm disappointed. This isn't healthy for any of us, and it can't continue," Emily admitted. "Goodnight Dad," and with that, she turned, walked toward Wes and got into the car. She told Wes to go ahead and go, and Jack was left standing in the parking lot.

Emily and Wes didn't get any sleep that night. So far, the new year was turning out to be a disaster. After their lovely evening out, the two were sick thinking about the mess they had stumbled onto with Jack. The next morning, as Wes was getting ready for work, he was worried about Emily.

"Sweetheart, are you sure you will be okay here? I'm worried about you," Wes added.

Emily nodded, "I'll be fine, really. Thanks for worrying about me. I'm going to call Ricky. I remember his saying he was off today. You go to work; I'll be fine. Dad will decide ultimately what happens. I can't keep dealing with his messes."

Wes finished getting ready for work and kissed Emily as he left. If he didn't get a case, she was going to come by with lunch later.

Down at the station, Wes found that everyone felt like he did-exhausted and not ready to start the new year at work.

"Well, well, Nolan, you look like you had a rough night," Provenza chuckled. "Busy with the Mrs. out on the town?"

"Lieutenant," Wes acknowledged. "We had a nice evening. Just ran into an issue. We're fine."

Andy looked up at that, and he saw that Wes wasn't offering anything more at the moment. Sharon walked out of her office then, "Lieutenant, we've been asked to get some of the files from our latest case at the DA's office. Send whomever you like," Sharon told Provenza.

Provenza looked around, "You heard the lady. Who is up for it? Anyone? Alright then, let's start out with last year's desk monkeys-Flynn, take Nolan with you," Provenza suggested, aware that something was bothering Wes and that of anyone, Wes would talk to Andy.

Andy stood, grabbed his keys, and turned, "Ready?" he asked Wes.

"I am," Wes stood, "Who's driving?" Wes inquired.

"I am, of course," Andy said. "I've got the better department vehicle."

The two left and it wasn't long before they got out of the parking garage that Wes spoke up.

"We ran into Jack last night," Wes admitted. Andy looked at him and then back at the road. "It's bad. We found him with a woman, outside a bar."

Andy turned again, knuckles gripping the steering wheel, "Are you kidding me?" he muttered through is teeth.

"Nope," Wes sighed. "He was all over this woman-Callie-couldn't have been more than 30. Said he would call her when he felt the need to drink. He hasn't been drinking-has not had a drink since June, but he told Emily he's slept with Callie four times."

Andy groaned, "Jack, what an idiot. Now, he's trading addictions. No alcohol, but now women. I can't believe he was ever a decent guy for Sharon to marry him."

Wes nodded, "Emily and I got Jack home, and then we didn't sleep all night. She read him the riot act on the way home and told him he had today to come clean or she was telling Tiffany tomorrow. Jack's in a major mess."

Andy shook his head, "Wow, I'm sorry. That couldn't have been easy. Wonder if Tiffany will toss him?"

Wes shook his head as well, "No idea. She should. He's cheated on her. I guess we will see. I've never understood that relationship anyways, well, besides the obvious. Here's the kicker-Jack said he was thinking of drinking because Tiffany is having twins."

Andy couldn't help it; he burst out laughing, "Twins? Are you kidding me? He's going to have three kids under two and is in his 60's? Typical," Andy muttered.

Wes nodded, "A mess. Emily is dealing with it best she can. She was going to call Ricky this morning."

"Well, best advice is be supportive, but stay out of the line of fire if you can. I've had to pick Sharon up, not that she would admit it, from Jack messes before. I guess I wouldn't say pick her up, but just be there-be supportive to Emily and know she'll deal with it. The Raydor women always deal with Jack."

Wes nodded, "Thanks for the advice. I guess now it's up to Jack."