Wayne manor seemed unnervingly quiet. Andrea was in the master suite preparing to meet with Barbara Gordon, her husband DA Sam Young, and Detective Montoya to commit a statement concerning the Valestra crime organization. The seriousness of the matter had urged Barbara to set up the appointment at the earliest possible time, even though that meant handling the interview on a Sunday. Bruce had finished preparing his Wayne Enterprises workload for Monday and was left to reflect on the previous week's upheavals. He was more than troubled by the ease at which they had in getting this far. Years of experience told him that this was never a good thing. He had compiled enough information to know that Anthony would make his move soon, but what the move would be was a mystery for the time being.

The phone broke Bruce from his pensive meditation. "Wayne."

"Hey big guy. I have to finish the outline for the dig by tomorrow morning and I can't find the field rotation calendar and everything is a mess; help!" Chelsea came back in obvious distress.

Bruce smiled. Chelsea was trouble, but trouble he thoroughly enjoyed dealing with. Grateful for the distraction he jumped at the chance to take a break from crime fighting for a few hours. "I have some things around here to take care of, but if you can wait awhile I can stop by and help you."

"Really." The relief flowed through her throat. "I have other things I can do until you get here."

Bruce gauged the time he needed before he could help her. "Give me a few hours."

Chelsea chimed back, "Sure thing. I'll be waiting." With that she was gone.

The clock rang twelve times announcing afternoon to his home. He couldn't shake the ominous feeling in his gut. Something was going to go wrong, he just didn't know what it would be. Normally he would have been one step ahead of an enemy, but somehow he couldn't get ahead of this. The churning emotions he was facing were at the root of the problem still he couldn't dismiss them. This lack of emotional control was throwing him off balance mentally; all he could do was roll with the punches. Bruce knew that despite the bad timing of his heart it was only temporary. He hoped that it would resolve itself before he needed to take action.

Andrea moved slowly through the master suite. She had prepared herself lazily feeling no great desire to move. The thought of what she would be doing today sapped the energy from her and she merely wandered about. Slowly she made her way down to Bruce. He sat pensively at his desk staring out the window. Bruce was so rapped in his own mind to notice her presence. She moved to him and placed her hands on his shoulders rubbing them slightly to relax him. His muscles were so tense they felt like rocks beneath his shirt. There was less than an hour before her appointment with Detective Montoya, Commissioner Gordon, and DA Sam Young. She wanted with all her heart to jump on a plane with Bruce and run away, but it wasn't fare to Bruce, Mary, or her grandsons. She would stay this time, regardless of the outcome. Bruce turned to her and she kissed him. "I have to get going. Don't worry, everything will work out."

"I hope so. I might not be here when you get back; I have to help a friend with something. Don't worry, I won't be to long." Bruce smiled at Andrea. Come what may at least they would face it together this time.