Scene Eleven

Sydney's apartment. Debbie is still sleeping and Broots and Sydney are talking quietly.

"I can't believe it! Mr. Parker isn't her father?"

"Nope."

"Wow. How did Alex find out?"

"I don't know." They sit in silence for a minute.

"Do we still call her Miss Parker?" Sydney laughs.

"We have to, we don't know her real name and besides, the Centre can't know that we know the truth."

"Oh, right." Just then Debbie starts to stir. She opens her eyes.

"Daddy?" Broots goes to her side.

"Yes, sweetie, it's me."

"How was your trip?"

"Fine, we'll talk later. You go back to sleep now."

"Okay. I love you daddy."

"I love you too, honey." She closes her eyes and he stands back up. Sydney also stands.

"I think we should all go to sleep." Sydney hands Broots a blanket and pillow. "I hope this couch is good enough. I'll wake you up early enough tomorrow so you can go home before coming to work."

"It will be fine. Thanks, Sydney." Sydney smiles and Broots lays down. Sydney walks in another room and turns the lights out.

Back to Jarod and Miss Parker. Alex isn't talking right away so Jarod decides to look at what she found. They are sitting next to each other at the table in silence while he goes through the envelope "baby Parker." Jarod looks at the birth certificate. He starts to giggle.

"What?"

"When was the last time someone called you by your first name?" She laughs at the question.

"I can't remember," she says with a smile.

"Remember when you told me but made me promise never to use it?"

"Yeah. And you never did." He looks into her eyes.

"Want me to?" he asks starring at her. She is surprised by the question but looks at him and smiles like Jarod has never seen her smile before.

"Yes."

"Really?" She laughs.

"Really." Jarod laughs and as she looks in his eyes she can still see the little boy from her childhood.

"Ready?"

"Yep."

"Rachel." They both smile at the same time and began to laugh.

"Say it again." she says in a playful voice.

"Rachel." Just then Alex moves in his chair, getting irritated. Jarod then clears his throat. "Rachel...he's right." Their smiles slowly turn serious. She turns her head.

"I know." She is now looking at Alex who is just starring straight ahead with evil eyes. Jarod is now reading the note her mother wrote to Mr. Parker. She looks at him, waiting for him to finish.

"You, know, I always wondered way that day happened."

"You mean the hospital record from Thanksgiving?" She nods up and down. He looks at her not sure what to do next. "Well, lets open the next one and maybe Alex here will start talking." Jarod opens the next envelope. He pulls out pictures and immediately drops them in shock.

"What is it?" she asks in a somewhat scared voice.

"Them, together." he manages to murmur. She comes to look and sees picture after picture of their mothers together, happy. How did they know each other?

"Well..." she is almost stuttering, "start talking Alex." She sets a picture in front of him.

"How did our mothers know each other?" Alex turns his head and remains silent. She stands up and pusher his chair so it turns toward she and stomps her foot just barely between his legs. She pulls out her gun and points it at him.

"Answer the question!"

"They went to high school together. They were best friends." She removes her gun and foot to look at Jarod. She sits back down right next to Jarod and he puts his hand on her shoulder.

"Continue," he says to Alex.

"What's in it for me?" he hisses. She pulls out her gun again and puts it to his head.

"Your life." He glances at Jarod behind her.

"Jarod, I know you. I know your character flaw. Are you got to let her do this to me?" Jarod stands up and removes her gun and puts his to Alex's chest.

"No I won't. I'll do it myself." Alex looks at both, both with evil grins and serious eyes.

"Okay, okay."

"Start from the beginning."