Memphis stood over a stove, water boiling and a sizzling sound signifying something was frying. Memphis Rains was surprisingly an amazing cook. He hated baking but cooking, he COULD do. And certainly Sara loved it, for she accused herself at sucking as far as cooking goes. Memphis moved around the kitchen quickly tossing some spices into the frying skillet over the chicken.

His sneakers moved across the hardwood floor, his pants partially covering the back of his shoes, hanging loose against his legs but secure around his waist. His light green long sleeve t-shirt was rolled up slightly at the sleeves so he wouldn't get food on his shirt.

Memphis nodded as he stuck his thumb in his mouth, licking the creamy sauce off his finger. He then heard a small giggle behind him. Memphis frowned and glanced around him to see his four-year-old daughter climbing up on this high yet empty computer desk.

"Marie! No, Marie get down!" Memphis warned leaving the kitchen immediately, walking as fast as he could next to her, but trying not to alarm her.

Marie could only laughed and accidentally lost her balance, falling over off the desk.

"MARIE!" Memphis called lunging at her to catch her.

Memphis landed on his stomach under Marie, who landed on his back, laughing louder as she rolled off her fathers back and next to Memphis.

Memphis then flew up into a sitting position, grabbing her and checking her all over to see if she got hurt. Seeing nothing wrong with her, Memphis's right hand flew to his face, whipping it in stress. Sara then walked into, raising her eyebrow at the scene.

Memphis didn't notice her presence at first, after a couple minutes he finally looked up at her.

"We need to get that…" Memphis closed his eyes for a second, breathing deeply refraining himself from cursing. Lately he had been watching what he says more closely, considering.

"That stupid computer desk out of here. That's the third time she fell off that thing." Memphis complained.

Sara laughed as she picked the tiny girl up in her arms.

"I'm not kidding Sara, she's gonna hurt herself." Memphis replied as he watched her set Marie down in her play pin where most of her toys were.

Memphis had been calling her Sara for about the last six months now. 'Sway' was her nickname, her street name. She was married now, a mother as well. Her and Memphis's boosting days were over their crime life was also dead and so was her name. Of course she through 'Sara' to be too girly so Memphis got himself in the habit of calling her 'Sar'. But when Memphis was serious, he would call her by her full name.

"Relax Memphis, she'll be fine." Sara replied walking behind him and grabbing his tense shoulders in her hands.

"I don't understand it…" Memphis began groaning slightly as he felt her skinny fingers over his muscles.

"I have stood in the same room, under the glaring gaze of some of California's most dangerous men and I haven't flinched. Of course I have been scared out of my mind you know?" Memphis replied.

"Mhmm." Sara replied telling him she was listening as she massaged his shoulders.

Memphis squeezed his eyes shut tight for a minute as she hit a tough spot then slowly reopened his eyes and sighed.

"But that kid makes my heart skip a beat every time she trips." Memphis added softly.

Sara grinned then wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her chin on his left shoulder.

"I think I know what's your problem." Sara whispered in his ear.

Memphis grinned and took a hold of her wrists and gently yanked her over his body and onto his lap.

"And what have you diagnosed me with Dr. Rains?" Memphis asked playing along, looking at her with interest.

Sara smiled and looked into his eyes.

"I think…you're becoming a daddy." She answered giggling, making Memphis grinning a large smile.

"I think that might be happening. Oh gosh Sar…I'm mutating." He whispered, her face close to his.

"Well whatever you do, don't loose that kid/teenage inside you. Cause it's hot." She commented smiling as she kissed him deeply.

Memphis chuckled through the kiss, loving the woman he had married STILL. He began the think that there will never be a day when he didn't and he knew there was never a day when he didn't as well. Even through the six-year period when he left her and Long Beach, she was all he could think about. And he was grateful that she forgave him.

"So is dinner ready?" Sara asked in excitement, breaking Memphis out of his thinking world.

"Just about." Memphis answered staring blankly at nothing before getting to his feet and walking into the kitchen to tend to the cooking food.

"Ahh, don't you love that you have a great cook for a daddy so you won't die thanks to mommy's cooking honey?" Sara asked smiling squatted down in front of Marie who just glowed with a smile.

"Ok, it's about ready." Memphis called from the kitchen.

"Yum." Sara replied excitedly as she picked up Marie and carried her into the garlic aroma filled room, setting her down on her high chair.

"Wanna beer?" Sara asked Memphis as she opened the fridge.

"Sure." Memphis replied scooping out noodles onto a plate.

"Dadde." A gurgle noise said.

"Yes sweetheart." Memphis replied keeping his concentration on getting the food on the plate.

"I'm hungry dadde." She replied.

"Oh I bet you are! Daddy's hungry too." Memphis replied spinning around glancing at her, flashing her a smile. Marie smiled back.

"HEY now, don't forget about mommy!" Sara replied sitting down next to an empty seat and the high chair.

"Oh of COURSE! How could we?" Memphis asked sitting a plate down in front of her and a plate in front of his chair, then finally a little plastic one in front of Marie.

They all started eating, no one saying anything besides the small giggles of Marie as she fed herself.

"Got a call from Ava." Sara replied wrapping her creamy cheesy noodles around her fork then shoving it into her mouth.

Memphis's right elbow was on the table, his hand holding his fork. He looked at Sara, then moved his right hand in front of his mouth as he chewed, his eyes telling her to go on.

"She got arrested Memphis." Sara replied in sadness.

"For boosting cars?" Memphis asked, looking over at Marie who was too busy playing in her food.

"Yea, she got picked up by the cops last night, she got to call me and she said that she might be in jail for a while. For a WHILE!?" Sara asked not raising her voice but making it known she was upset.

"Well yea Sar, Castlebeck kept threatening to put me in there for life all the time, you know that." Memphis said lowly.

"I know, but…I don't know, I just don't know." Sara replied as she looked down at her food, away from her husband.

"Only leads to getting busted or killed, you know that." Memphis reminded as he took a drink from the beer bottle.

"I know." She assured him then looked up smiling weakly at him.

"Oh, what time is it?" Sara asked as if she remembered something.

Memphis looked at his watch.

"6:02 pm." He answered.

Sara turned around and turned on the small TV sitting in the corner, flipping it to the news.

"Wanting to see if there is anything about anything we should know on the tube." She said as she flipped it to the local news.

Memphis nodded but didn't really pay attention to it as he pushed a piece of chicken over to the other side of his plate.

"Dadde, I want ice-cream." Marie whined.

Memphis looked up at her plate.

"Eat two more pieces of chicken babe, then you can have any flavor you want." Memphis replied.

"YAY!" She squealed then dug into her chicken bits.

"Memphis." Sara replied nervously grabbing his attention. Noticing she wasn't looking at him but the TV, he drew his attention there as well.

"Predator is armed and dangerous. The man's name is Jonathan Bensend who disappeared from the federal prison he was being held at. If anyone has any information on the person or his where abouts phone the police immediately at 552-2429." The anchor replied.


Sara looked back at him, who's face was emotionless.

"Johnny B." He breathed with disgust.