"Jake! I did it!"

Jake frowned, holding his cell phone with one hand while driving with the other. "Did what?"

"I found Alanur!"

Jake almost jammed on his brakes. "What?! How?"

Cody's voice had the excited tone of a child jumping up and down. "By looking through plane passenger lists! She flew to England the day before Frank's…accident."

Jake shook his head. "You've been going through plane passenger lists? How the heck did you manage to find the one she was on! Which airline did you even know to check?"

"Well," said Cody. "I checked the airline that Frank uses the most. I figured he'd mostly use whichever one he grew up using, which would naturally be the one his mother prefers, right?"

"Yeah," Jake agreed, nodding his head. "You deserve 10 points for that one."

"I agree," Cody sighed, sounding pleased with himself.

"Okay, how do we notify her in England…" Jake asked.

"We don't have to," said Cody.

"What do you mean?" Jake asked, pulling into the hospital.

"Her flight into Chicago lands today!"

"Oh man," said Jake, parking. "That sounds too good to be true!"

"Yeah," Cody agreed.

"What time's her plane landing?"

"9am!"

"What?!" Jake said, getting out and closing his door. "That's in half an hour!"

"Yup! I'm already almost at the airport."

Jake smiled, as he walked into the hospital. "Great, I won't tell Frank. Maybe the surprise of seeing her will bring his memory back."

"Good idea. I'll pick her up and bring her there asap."

"Ok." Jake hung up his phone, and stuck it into his pocket, shaking his head at their amazing luck. As he entered Frank's hospital room, he found Monica and Alex already there.

Alex looked up and smiled at him, but it quickly disappeared when she saw the excited look on his face. "What?" she whispered, since Frank was still asleep.

Monica watched, puzzled, as Jake said something too soft for her to hear.

 Alex's eyes opened wide and her hand flew up to cover her mouth.

"What, what?" said Monica.

Alex jumped up, whispering in her ear so Frank couldn't possibly hear.

"Yessss!" Monica exclaimed, loudly. Then she covered her own mouth when Frank stirred.

Frank opened his eyes slowly, noting with relief that his head hurt less today. He looked at his three team members, to see them staring at him. "What?"

"Nothing," Monica said, shaking her head.

Before Frank had a chance to ask her what they were hiding, he realized someone was missing. "Where's Jake?"

Jake frowned. "Right here."

Frank closed his eyes, with a heavy sigh. "I mean Cody."

"He had to do some errands, he'll be in a little while," Jake told him.

Frank nodded carefully, shifting to a more comfortable position. "Has the doctor told you when I'm getting out of here?"

"Uh…" said Jake. The doctor told them something different each time they asked, based on how well Frank was doing at the time of the question.

"I had a feeling you'd say that," said Frank, closing his eyes.

Everyone was quiet then, as he fell back to sleep.

"We're being attacked!"

Five-year-old Frank looked up as an 8-year-old boy—the same one he'd been playing with the wooden swords with—ran over to him, grabbing his arm and yanking on it.

Frank stood, looking around frantically for his mother. Suddenly he was swooped up by a strong pair of arms, and deposited in a tent.

"Stay here!" Ardeth Bay told them.

"Leh-kin, Gidd…!" the other boy protested.

Ardeth stopped, shaking his head. "No, Walid! Watch over him," he said, pointing to Frank. With that, he ran out.

Frank fearfully looked at his friend. He was always terrified when they were attacked. He didn't quite understand the concept of death yet, but he knew that after these things happened, there were some people he never saw again…

"Frank!"

Mother? Frank thought. His eyes flew open, to see Alanur's face over him, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks.

Alanur grabbed her son, hugging him tightly.

Frank hugged her back, wracking his brain to see if he truly remembered her, or if it was merely recognition from seeing her in the pictures.

Frank's team carefully watched, nervously wondering if Alanur's appearance had brought back the 'real' Frank Donovan.

It was a long time before Alanur pulled back. When she did, she put her hands on either side of Frank's face.

"My baby!" she cried, looking in horror at the still-visible incision.

"I'm all right," he told her.

But Alanur shook her head, at the obvious signs of his ill health. "Ib-nee…" she murmured, hugging him again.

What did she just say? Frank asked himself. His heart fell when he couldn't think of it.

Suddenly Alanur pulled back, looking at him fearfully. "Do you know who I am?"

Frank stared at her. She still looked very much like the younger Alanur of the pictures. Her hair was still black, dyed, no doubt, and she had very little wrinkles. She didn't look old enough to be his mother. But then again, how old am I?

At his silence, Alanur gasped and muttered something else Frank didn't catch, covering her mouth with a hand. "Inta 'imil ma' mush! You don't remember me!" Tears filled her eyes, but before they fell, she noticed Frank frown when he heard the Arabic words. She lowered her hand.

"Fi-himt eyh ana yi-ool?" she asked.

Frank frowned, and looked away for a second. Alanur could see him thinking, and was silent, as she watched him.

"Ma mush…ketir?"

Alanur smiled, despite his answer. At least he remembered some, so far.

Frank was still frowning, as if not sure he'd said it right.

"Dikha mazboot," she said. "That was correct, ib-nee."

Frank frowned when she said that word again, but suddenly he remembered what it meant, and smiled at her.

Alanur smiled back, at his quick progress.

The team stood by quietly, fascinated.

Suddenly a doctor walked into the room. He stopped dead when he saw Alanur. "Who are you?" he asked.

"It's all right, she's his mother," Jake told him.

The doctor smiled, at that. "I'm glad you found her," he said, looking at Alanur. "They went crazy looking for you these past weeks."

Alanur's face fell. "I should've been here." She felt Frank take her hand, and looked at him, with a smile. She suddenly had a thought, and looked at the doctor.

"When can my son leave?" she asked.

"Hard to say," he answered, vaguely.

"I want to take him back to Egypt," she said. "Perhaps being there will bring back his memory."

The team looked at each other, as if to say, 'why didn't we think of that?'

The doctor shook his head. "I don't think that would be wise as of yet. The cabin pressure in an airliner would cause him more harm then good, with a head injury like this."

Alanur sighed.

"Wait a sec," said Cody.

Everyone looked at him.

"What about one of the FBI's superjets? They go twice as fast as an airliner, and it can fly at a low altitude."

"He would need a medical professional with him at all times," said the doctor, still not liking the idea.

"The FBI will loan us someone, I'm sure," Cody countered. "Come on, with the success rate Frank has had with his cases, I'm sure the government would be happy to do what they can to help."

"But it might cause him more physical harm!" the doctor argued.

"Exactly how?" Alanur asked.

"The different air pressure could cause more bleeding!" he told them.

"What if the nurse or whoever the FBI loans us keeps him sedated or something?" Jake asked.

"I am in the room, you know," Frank suddenly interrupted.

Cody laughed at that, and the team smiled at him. That sounded like the 'normal' Frank Donovan.

"So when can he leave, doc?" Alex asked.

The doctor shook his head. "He's still having physical therapy! I'll tell you what; he can leave when he can walk unsupported!"

At those words, Alanur's eyes filled with tears again, not having realized the state of her son's weakness.

Frank saw her distress, and despite not being able to remember very much about her, he remembered his love for her, and squeezed her hand.

Suddenly the doctor's beeper went off. He took it off his belt, and sighed at what he saw. "I'll be back," he said, making a quick exit.

Alanur looked at Frank again, putting a hand to his face. "Are you in pain?"

Frank started to shake his head, but it was an obvious lie when he abandoned that idea, trying to hide a wince.

"How do you feel today, Frank?" Alex asked him. "Any stronger?"

Frank didn't, but he knew what Alex was really asking. "Yeah," he answered, pushing the blankets back.

Alanur shot a panicked look at her, afraid her son shouldn't be moving.

Jake and Cody both went over and helped Frank stand, holding onto him tightly until he was ready.

Alanur hovered within reach, realizing they were trying to help Frank walk. The doctor's words echoed through her ears. He can leave when he can walk unsupported! As she watched her son take difficult steps, she couldn't stop the tears from sliding down her face.

Monica put a hand on her arm. "He'll be all right," she whispered. "He was very lucky."

"But will he get his memory back?" Alanur knew that Monica couldn't answer that question, and felt foolish for asking it.

"Yes," Monica answered without hesitation, to Alanur's slight surprise. "He will get it back. This is Frank Donovan we're talking about; the most stubborn man on Earth."

Alanur laughed a little at that one. "He got that from his grandfather." Suddenly her face changed. "I must send him a message…"

Her words trailed of when she saw Frank stumble, and nearly knock Cody over. Everyone rushed over to help him and he shook his head at them, but then closed his eyes in pain.

They pulled him back over to the bed, and carefully sat him down.

Frank kept his eyes closed for a minute, sighing heavily before he opened them. He saw his mother's sad face as she sat with a hand on his arm, and he weakly patted her hand.

"That was good, Frank," said Alex, knowing he'd wanted to try longer.

"But not good enough," Frank answered. "At this rate I'll never get out of here!"

"The real Frank Donovan never gives up," said Cody.

That statement got a reaction no one expected.

"Well, guess what? This isn't the real Frank Donovan anymore!" he exclaimed, but then groaned, as his raised voice did nothing but generate more pain for himself.

Alanur wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head to rest on her shoulder as she held him tightly, gently rocking.

"Umm?" he whispered.

"Yes, baby?" Alanur smiled, at his use of the Egyptian Arabic word for 'mother'.

"Stay still," he said, her rocking making his head spin.

Alanur gasped, stopping quickly.

Frank raised his head, and put a hand on it, blinking back the dizziness. Seeing her horrified expression, he gave her a weak smile, to show her he was all right.

"Sorry," he told everyone, feeling foolish at his outburst.

Everyone smiled at him, hoping to make him feel better.

"It's all right, Frank, we understand," said Monica.

"Yeah, if I was in your shoes I think I would've lost my mind by now," said Cody, earning dismayed looks from the others at his choice of words.

"Leh-kin, Gidd!" Egyptian Arabic for, "But, Grandfather!"

"Ib-nee," : 'My son.'

"Inta 'imil ma' mush!" : "You don't!"

"Fi-himt eyh ana yi-ool?" : "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Ma mush ketir." : "Not much."

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