Joy- Yes, it is a very unlikely, probably not all that great alliance, but it is one of the best shots that Damian has at freedom, so we'd all best hope that something good comes from it, right? Scott's been known to burst a few blood vessels, so I thought it would have been funny to have it done in the story as well. We'll just have to see how all of this turns out.

Story-

Outside the Police Station-

Scott, followed by some of his drones, or, rather, officers of the law, walked out of the station. If Scorpio, Lansing and Spencer weren't going to help him apprehend the 'criminal' that was fine, but he wasn't going to throw his chance away because they weren't willing to comply.

There was one simple thing to take care of before he went to nab the catch, so to speak. Scott stopped himself, "Go and get the cars ready. We might need more than one." The officers complied and left him alone.

Scott walked down the steps and turned the corner, "I never thought I'd be doing something with you."

"Yes, well I can assure you that working with one such as yourself was not a very high item on my list of probable occurrences as well. However, we both stand to gain something from what we plan to see happen."

"I haven't really figured out much of your motive yet," Scott admitted. "I mean, you hate Corinthos, sure, but a lot of people do. You seem to be doing this for another reason, though."

"My reasons are my own, District Attorney."

"Its Carly, isn't it?" Scott asked. When he got no answer he laughed, "Yeah, I was just as smitten by her mother. Those Spencer women, they've got something about them, what can I say?"

"His continued presence in her household causes Carly much grief. Sonny is a fool who cannot see the pain that someone like Zuniga is making her go through. He is not worthy of her love."

"I can see now why you helped Lansing kidnap her."

"That was a dire mistake," Alcazar admitted. "One that I should have had the foresight to prevent, but I did not."

"If it's any consolation, Alcazar, the women in this town seem to fall in love with the people that do the worst things to them." Scott instantly thought back to Luke and Laura's fabled love. "It's happened to be before, so I know it can happen again."

"Your words give me no comfort, Baldwin."

"Can't blame a guy for trying, can you?"

"I suppose not."

"Well, now that our idle chit-chat is over with, I'll be going..."

Lorenzo grabbed Scott's wrist, "I am well aware of the success rate that this department has, Baldwin. You had best make sure that Zuniga's arrest goes through, or I will see to it that you are not even around to be a candidate for re-election."

"You promised that you would find a way to get me back into office!"

"And I will, should you not botch this job up," Lorenzo dryly commented. "I've worked with and against corrupt officials before, Baldwin. I don't very much enjoy engaging myself in politics, but for now we have a common agenda so I am giving you the benefit of the doubt. Do not make me regret it."

"You won't regret anything, I promise."

"Good," Lorenzo walked back into the shadows.

Scott, suddenly feeling a chill up his spine, readjusted his jacket, "Creepy stalker." Without another word, Scott walked towards one of the squad cars and got in.

Corinthos household-

Damian was sitting on the couch, a book in his lap. Obviously, given off clearly by the look on his face, he wasn't enjoying himself.

"What are you doing?" Michael came down in his jammies.

"Studying."

"Why?"

Damian smiled, "I'm not entirely sure why, Michael. I guess because I have to do it in order to become a doctor."

"You don't look like you're having a lot of fun."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yup," Michael quickly responded.

Changing the subject to something more Michael's level, Damian asked, "What are you doing up anyway? It's past your bedtime."

"I don't have school tomorrow," Michael mentioned. "I don't have bedtime on the weekends."

"You still need your sleep," Damian noted. "It helps make you hyper in the morning, which helps make everyone else a bit more energetic as well."

"I don't want to go to bed," Michael protested.

"You have another bad dream?"

"No... I just don't want to go to bed."

"You can't stay up forever."

"Why not?"

"Because if you do you'll have big bags around your eyes. Do you want that?"

Michael thought about it briefly before he had his answer, "No."

"Then you need to get your rest."

"What about you?"

"I'll end up getting some sleep eventually," Damian admitted, although sleep seemed like something that was out of a fairy tale for him. "Once I memorize all the parts of the leg."

"You can do it," Michael said. "You're smart. Daddy says that you're smarter than he is, which makes you the smartest person on the planet!"

"Did he really say that?" Damian wondered. Sonny was obviously giving him too much credit. Sonny would have made sure that there was no evidence to his being at the crime scene. That was why the police were going after Damian and not Sonny, because Sonny was smarter than Damian.

"You don't think you're smart?"

"Not as smart as people want to think I am," Damian admitted, knowing full well that his little brother wouldn't question the statement in any way. Michael liked it when they were honest around him, and it sadly didn't happen as much as it should have. "I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, Michael, just like everyone else that's lived long enough to make them."

"What mistakes did you make?"

"Well, I left here the first time when I should have kept on living here and making sure that you were doing okay. I wasn't here for you when you needed me right away, and there's that whole situation with your mother."

"She doesn't seem that mad at you anymore," Michael said. "When I look at her and you're in the room... I don't see it. Did you make up?"

"We came to the conclusion that constantly yelling at one another and fighting over you wasn't doing anyone any good, especially you and dad. We care about everyone in this family too much to let our differences tear it apart, so we've agreed to at least try and be nice towards one another. I don't know how far it's going to get, but it's a step in the right direction, isn't it?"

"Mommy's not mean... once you get to know her," Michael said. "Sometimes she seems like she's the meanest person on the planet, but she only does it because she's afraid of what could happen to the people that she loves."

"She wants to keep those people safe, Michael, we both do." Morgan began to cry. It wasn't a wail, but it was certainly something that he could hear. Damian looked up the stairs. Morgan didn't cry as much as most babies did, but when he did cry it usually meant that something was wrong.

"He doesn't mean to do it," Michael looked up the stairs as well. "Morgan just doesn't know how to take care of himself like big people."

Sonny and Carly were out, and Leticia was taking a well deserved break from the rigors of being the boys' caretaker. Courtney was probably waiting on Jason as much as she could, there was no reason for her to come over. Damian got up, "Why don't we see what's wrong with Morgan?"

"I thought you didn't like holding babies."

"I don't, but I'm not going to wait for him to stop crying, that would be mean. After we take care of him, you're going to bed."

"But I'm not tired..." Michael yawned.

"You're not?"

Michael blushed slightly, "Okay, maybe I am... but just a little bit."

Damian chuckled softly, "Come on."

The soft moonlight of the night sky went through the drapes that closed the window. In addition to the night-light that was on, Morgan's room was serenely lit in a very exotic and comforting manner. Damian felt more at peace just being there. But that peace was shattered by Morgan's continued cries. "Come on, Morgan... what's the matter?" Damian refused to be reduced to baby talk. It was beneath him. He picked Morgan up and went to the window. "You afraid of something?"

"Maybe he thinks that you're going to leave again... sometimes, I do."

Cradling Morgan on his shoulder firmly, Damian sat in the rocking chair, "Michael, I'm not always going to be here. I'm an adult, and eventually I'm going to find a life that doesn't involve living with our dad, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still his son, and I'm still your brother."

"I know..."

"I'm sorry that I left the first time. It was a very big mistake on my part and I shouldn't have done it, but you don't have to worry about me just leaving again, and neither does Morgan."

"You hear that, Morgan?" Michael asked as he walked up and looked at his little brother. "I don't think he did. He's asleep again."

"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be," Damian wasn't complaining, of course. He rather liked that Morgan didn't take much hassle to get back into bed. "But, you know what that means, don't you?"

"I'll go to bed," Michael stated in defeat, leaving out the door and heading into his room. Damian followed and watched as the boy crawled into his bed. "Maybe we can do something tomorrow."

"Maybe we can," Damian said. "But the only way for you to find out if we do is if you go to sleep right now."

"Night, Damian."

"Night, kiddo."

Damian closed the door and pondered sleeping as well. He wasn't going to enjoy staying up and suffering through countless hours of continued studying. It seemed like a good plan, until he heard the door knock. Damian opened it and saw Baldwin. "District Attorney Baldwin, how can I help you?"

"By coming with me to the station."

"I've already answered all the questions that you could ask me."

"You're not coming to answer questions, Zuniga. You're under arrest."