A/N: Thanks to la-hija-de-Dios for your help as I continue to write. I really enjoy being able to bounce ideas off of you, and your feedback has helped a lot.

Also P.S. happy Thanksgiving, friends! :)

~Ponchy

It had only been a few weeks since Ponch had found out Getraer was his dad. They'd tried to keep the news from spreading around Central. Not that it would really be all that bad, but they didn't want officers thinking Ponch got special privileges for Getraer being his dad. Getraer worried they'd Ponch for everything and pressure him into getting Getraer to give them special privileges he didn't even have.

Lately Getraer had been having nightmares, the most recent being Ponch dying the same way Rosa did.

Joe parked his motorcycle, and rushed for the victim. Not realizing he knew her, until he knelt down. He cursed under his breath. "Rosa!? Rosa, talk to me. Where does it hurt?"

"Joe!?" She cried. "Joe...Frank is in the car." Tears pooled in her eyes. "Joe, please go be with him," she said through gritted teeth, trying to mask the pain.

"Rosa-"

"Joe help him! Please...I don't care if you don't want him around still, just please! For once, be there for him."

The same scene had haunted his dreams since the day it happened, now it slipped in, but when he was supposed to find Rosa, he'd find Ponch.

He'd stand in the hospital waiting room hours later and listen to Maria tell him how he should have been there sooner. That it was his fault Ponch was dead.

"No...no he's not dead, he's not dead," Joe said, as he sat up in bed, tears in his eyes. "I can't...I can't lose him."

Betty rolled over, facing him. "Joe?"

He took a deep breath, then turned to face her. "I need to get some air," he told her. He hadn't ever been known to get up at 3 in the morning to 'get some air' at least not for a while. The last time that had happened was before Timmy was born. Before Betty knew anything about Getraer's children. But he hadn't done that since she knew.

She sat up right away. "Joe, what's going on?" Concern laced her voice. "Talk to me "

He bit his lip. Do I tell her? He looked at her, then sighed. "Remember what I told you about my son?"

She nodded. "Yes. What about it?"

"It's Frank...uh Poncherello. He's my son." He'd already met Frankie years ago, and Betty knew. It was just Frankie's twin he hadn't seen or hadn't known before. Frankie never told Ponch, she had been sworn to secrecy, just as Jon had. She understood Joe's wanting to tell him himself.

Betty's jaw dropped slightly. It took a moment to recover from the shock, before she spoke again. "oh...wow. Does he know?"

Joe nodded. "He just found out a few weeks ago. Everything is fine, he's still been the same. Just talks to me a little more before and after work... but uh, I've been having nightmares."

Betty inched closer, putting an arm around Joe.

"I...I don't want to lose him..." He started to cry, he wished he hadn't... but he couldn't control it. Everything would be okay, right? He wouldn't lose Ponch...right?

oOoOo

The next morning Joe went to work feeling fine, he had a feeling today would be great...at least he hoped it would.

He walked into the office, expecting to find a box of donuts. He'd gotten used to Ponch coming in early with food for them. Usually it was a muffin, but he told Joe it'd be donuts today. When he got to the office, there were no donuts.

"Maybe he's a little late? He always used to be, can't expect him early three weeks in a row." Please just be stuck in a long donut line.

A few miles away, Ponch sat in a drive thru line. He'd gotten up early, but fell asleep again and didn't leave on time. He told himself he couldn't get to work without the donuts he'd promised, so here he was trying to get donuts.

He took a quick glance at his watch, then glanced behind him to see if he could leave. Thankfully no one had gotten in line behind him, he was just in the back of a twelve car line. He backed his motorcycle out and turned, leaving the drive thru and heading for the nearest grocery store.

He parked and rushed inside for a box of donuts. "Dad's gonna worry if I don't show up soon," he thought aloud.

Rushing around he grabbed a box of donuts, checked out, then started back on his way to his motorcycle. He'd just put the box in his saddle bag, then head off to work. The plan was easier said then done.

Placing the donuts in his saddle bag he started his bike and headed back towards the nearest freeway on ramp.

Getting on was easy, despite traffic being horrible. Cars saw a cop getting on, and safely moved to another lane or slowed to let him pull ahead. Not something he was used to in heavy morning traffic.

He continued down the road, everything had been fine until...a car swerved suddenly as it slammed on the brakes, trying to avoid hitting a car in front.

The man inside honked his horn a few times, before colliding with the car in front.

Ponch tried to brake and stop before becoming part of that pile. Not having enough time to react, his bike started to tip to the side, as it slid across the pavement, taking him along.

oOoOo

When Getraer heard the call come in, he heard reports of an officer down on scene. The news nearly causing his heart to stop. "Please don't let it be Frank," he said as he rushed for his motorcycle. Somehow with Ponch's history, Getraer felt certain it was him. He wished he could convince himself otherwise..

Arriving on scene before anyone else, he tried to assess the damages and get to who needed help first. He hadn't even seen the officer down yet. He rushed first car, a woman in her mid forties sat in the car, her body slumped over leaning on the steering wheel, causing her car horn to continue blaring.

Getraer could see the smoke rising as her car caught fire, he moved her out as carefully as possible, getting to the side of the road before her car exploded. Nearby the explosion caused other cars to go up in flames with it. "Where is everyone!?" He yelled, then cursed under his breath. Now was not the time for emergency responders to be slow.

He could hear the terrified screams of young families, trapped in between cars or in cars. He worked hard getting as quickly as possible, before the flames consumed them. Finally he could hear sirens as more officers and an ambulance arrived.

Among the officers, Jon Baker. Jon rushed closest car .and checked inside. No one. He went to the next one, no one again. "Getraer must really be working fast here," he commented quietly as he rushed to the next car.

Getraer looked around for fire trucks, where were they? He set a little girl down with her mom. "You're going to be okay. Paramedics are here, and you'll receive medical attention. Just stay back from your cars," he told the crowd.

He ran back to the pile of twisted metal and fire. "Check every car. Check twice if you have to, no one is left behind!" He told his officers, certain they already knew this, but he felt a need to announce it anyway.

After some searching he found a car on the side of the road, underneath the car was bits and pieces of a CHP motorcycle. Not that far behind was another car, the front end smashed, with the rest of the CHP motorcycle in front. "oh no..." He noticed a smashed box of donuts under the car too. "Frank!? Poncherello!?" He called, hoping he'd hear a response. He frantically looked around. How could his bike be there but he wasn't? Where were the drivers of the vehicles?

Getraer continued to look around, tears forming in his eyes. "Please... please don't take my son. Not now, please..." His heart nearly stopped when he found Ponch laying underneath the tire of a stopped car. "How did this even happen!?"