Frank opened his eyes, wondering for a second where he was. Turning over in bed, he realized he was home, in his apartment. He sighed with relief that it hadn't been a dream. He really did get his memory back, and he really was home. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was 7:30pm.

With a grin, Frank thought back to a few hours ago when Cody had brought back the food, and they'd attempted to teach Ardeth how to use the chopsticks. Everyone had laughed hysterically when Ardeth had taken one stick, and speared a piece of sweet&sour chicken, with a triumphant smile.

Frank chuckled, as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He felt the rough spot where the scar from his hematoma surgery was and he sighed, shocked to have lost over a month of his life thanks to a case gone bad. Better than losing your life though, he thought.

Standing, he got out of bed and went into the next bedroom, to see his grandfather fast asleep. Everyone was seriously jet-lagged, his tired team having left two hours ago.

Walking into the kitchen, he saw his mother also asleep, on the sofa bed. Frank had offered his bedroom to her, but she insisted he keep it, telling him that a mattress in the living room was no different to her then a mattress in a bedroom.

Frank leaned on the counter, feeling restless for some reason. He was beyond tired, and wanted nothing more then to go right back to bed, but he felt like something was missing; there was something he needed to do.

Going back to his bedroom, he got dressed and wrote a note to his mother. Leaving it on the kitchen table, he quietly slipped out the apartment door. Going down to the parking garage, he got into his precious Volvo, and drove off, in the direction of the Nest.

Pulling up, he got out of the car and looked at the building. It was dark outside, and there wasn't much lighting, but he already felt the restlessness beginning to leave, and he unlocked the door, going inside.

Turning on the lights, he looked around at his workplace, with a sigh of contentment.

Many people in the world hate their jobs, but not Frank Donovan; he's married to it, it seems. He worked very hard in his life, to make it to where he was today. When his father had been killed, Frank had finally decided what he wanted to become; a policeman, someone who would catch criminals, so they could receive the deserved punishment for running people's lives, like his and his mother's had been ruined. When his father's murderer had never been found, Frank had vowed that he would do everything in his power to make sure that didn't happen to anyone else; a vow he knew was unrealistic, but he would try his hardest.

Going up the stairs, he went into his office and sat at his desk. Opening the bottom drawer, he took everything out and removed what looked like the drawer's bottom. Hidden underneath was a picture, and he took it out.

Looking back at him was his mother, father, Ardeth, and himself. It was taken only a few months before his father's death, when they had visited Egypt during his winter vacation from school. As he stared at the picture, his father's words suddenly came back to him.

'I know you'll do great in whatever you choose, son.'

Frank put everything back into the drawer, and set the picture on the desk, where it would now stay. With a wistful sigh, Frank knew that his father was looking down at him, proud at the man he had become.

THE END

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