With all this steam gathering in Paris, Duncan needed to find options.

He looked up and saw Methos gazing at him questioningly.

"Just considering what you said to me, Methos. And I think I know what to do about it."

This evening, he and Ritchie were going to Le Blues. A little powwow with Joe was called for.

Amanda walked into the room, eyeing the silent group, then headed for the comfort
of the couch. She lowered herself carefully, nestled down into the cushion underneath her, and sighed. The others came to stand or sit near her. She absently picked grapes out from between the seat cushions. Methos took them from her hand," Here, let me help".

Duncan looked at Amanda. He saw that she visibly tired and uncomfortable. And his heart went out to her.

Methos decided to broach the suggestion of leaving the city. "Amanda, how would you like to take a trip? I think Duncan's going to be taking his barge out pretty soon,"

Amanda turned her dark eyes on Methos, "I wouldn't like it. Why?"

Methos leveled with her, "Because forces are gathering. Sooner or later, they may make a move. And we may not be able to protect you. You are a target. And there are many, who, for one reason or another, may try to harm you. They are here in Paris. An intelligent strategy would be to try to be somewhere else. I know you are angry, I know you are uncomfortable. But I also know you are intelligent..."

Amanda sighed, looked around her and said," You're right. Damn you. But where could we go that would be safe? I don't want to run and keep running. I can't do
that. And what of after the baby is here. I won't be able to protect him or
is it a her?" She looked at Anne, seeking an answer.

Anne gave a little shrug, "We'd need an ultra sound for that. Though I did detect something that has me concerned."

All eyes turn to Anne.

Anne considered her words carefully; she wasn't yet ready to tell what she knew. She shook her head and said, "It could be nothing but I'll need to run a few tests. What we need is a place that is safe and protected and has medical equipment. Something like a clinic."

Duncan eyed Methos and excused himself to make a call.

After a quick conversation, Duncan put down the phone, "Let's go, Ritchie. Fitz, Methos, stay here with the ladies. We'll be right back."

Ritchie and Duncan walked through the streets of Paris. Three or four times, once out of the 'white noise' effect of Amanda's child, they felt an Immortal presence. As they approached Le Blues, Duncan was sure they were being watched, though by ones whose presence he couldn't directly home in on. Mortals. Watchers.

They stepped into the bar. Joe was finishing up a set, playing a laid back set of notes on his guitar. He smiled at Duncan and Ritchie, and gestured to a table in the back...