Bosco and Kim had taken Johnny home. They decided that if Jimmy was gonna call them, he'd assume they were home with their baby. Johnny was asleep in his own crib and Bosco and Kim were on the couch, Kim laying against Bosco, dozing. The television was on without the sound so the only light in the room was the flashing from the picture changing on the screen.

The phone rang and Bosco grabbed it before the first ring finished. "Boscorelli," he said into the phone and listened. Kim sat up and tried to read the look on Bosco's face.

"Okay. Are they gonna send someone to check it out? Yeah, I know. Okay. We'll be right here. Thanks, Lieu," he said, before he hung up.

Kim looked at him, waiting to hear what was going on. "He's in Massachusetts. Boston. They got a hit on his credit card at a motel out there. Boston P.D. is gonna check it out and make sure Joey's with him and that he's okay," he explained.

"Boston? He doesn't know anyone there. Why would he go there?" Kim asked, standing up and pacing the room. "Did they give you the name of the motel? Should we drive out there?"

"Slow down, Babe," Bosco said, getting up and taking hold of both arms. "I didn't get the name of the motel. No, we should stay here. Boston P.D. will call the Lieu and he'll let us know what's going on. You know that they can't really arrest him for kidnapping or anything, right? You both have joint custody," he explained.

"But, he took him without talking to me first?" she said, not understanding.

"I know and he was wrong to do that, but you don't really think that he'd do anything to hurt Joey, do you?" Bosco asked her.

"No. Yes. I don't know. He's really screwed up right now. Between this and what's going on between him and Brooke. I just don't think he's thinking clearly and that makes me wonder if he's thinking clearly when it comes to Joey," she said, the worry winning over the calm she was trying to maintain.

"Baby, the Boston guys are gonna check it out and they'll call. So, we should hear something in just a little while. You don't really want to put Joey's Dad in jail, do you?" he said, guiding Kim back to the couch. "You want some tea or something?"

"Yeah, tea would be good," Kim said, staring at the television screen. "He doesn't have his bear," she said, a tear slowly sliding down her cheek.

"What?" Bosco said.

"His bear. Joey doesn't have his bear with him," she said, getting up and walking down the hallway. Bosco followed her into Joey's room and watched her take an old, ragged bear out from under the pillow. It was almost completely flat because of the stuffing that had come out over the years. She turned toward Bosco and held the bear close to her face, taking in her son's smell.

"He doesn't know I know he still has it," she said, the tears falling quicker now. Bosco walked over to her and took her in his arms. "What am I gonna do if something happens to him, Bos?"

"Nothing's gonna happen. I won't let it," he said as Johnny started to make noise. "I'll get him. You just relax," Bosco said, going to Johnny's room.

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Jimmy was sitting on the chair in the motel room watching Joey sleep. He was just staring at him. He knew what he'd done was wrong, but he couldn't help it. He felt himself losing everything. First Kim, then Brooke and now Joey was getting closer and closer to Boscorelli every day. All he had left was his job. As much as he loved it and as good as he was at it, he needed more.

And so, here he was in Boston, Massachusetts, sitting in a motel room, watching his son sleep in his clothes because he didn't have any pajamas to sleep in. He watched as Joey kept reaching under the pillow - almost like he expected to find something there. "What is that all about?" Jimmy though to himself and smiled. "He must be having a dream," he thought as he continued to watch.

There was a soft knock on the door and Jimmy jumped. "Who the hell could that be?" he thought. The only person that knew he was here was the manager of the motel. Maybe he left his headlights on or something. He got up and walked over to the door and opened it quietly so he didn't wake up Joey.

"James Doherty?" asked one of the two Boston Police Officers at his door.

He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah? Is there some problem, Officer?"

"Yes, Sir. We got a call from a Lieutenant Swersky from the NYPD's 55th Precinct. Is your son, Joey, with you, Mr. Doherty?" asked the officer.

"Yes, he is. He's sleeping. What's going on?" Jimmy asked, playing dumb. After all, he had joint custody. It wasn't like he kidnapped his own son. He just took him out of town without telling his mother.

"Well, Mr. Doherty. I'm afraid we're following up on a report from New York that you took your son without his mother's permission. Is that the case, Sir?"

"No. I picked him up from his grandmother's house after work and he's with me. We have joint custody. I took him for the weekend," he explained.

"Well, Sir. I'm afraid we're gonna have to ask you to come down to the station with us so that we can get this straightened out," the officer said as his partner looked on.

"Right now? My son is sleeping. Can't I just give my ex-wife a call and get it straightened out from here, Officer?" Jimmy asked.

The two officers exchanged looks. "Sir, we need to come in and see if your son is okay," said one of the officers. "Why don't you let us in and you can call you're ex-wife while we check on your son."

"Uh, sure. C'mon in," Jimmy said, realizing that there was no way he was going to get out of this. He'd have to call Kim and talk to her. He stepped aside to let the officers in and Joey woke up.

"Dad? What's going on?" he asked sleepily.

"Nothing, Joey. It's okay. Mom's just confused and she forgot I was taking you this weekend. I just have to call her and straighten it out," Jimmy explained as he walked over to the phone.

"Joey? I'm Officer Jones and this is Officer Rodriguez. We just have to check a couple things out, okay?" Joey nodded.

Jimmy listened to the officers talking to Joey as he dialed Kim's number and tried to think of things to say as the phone rang.

Bosco picked up the phone on the first ring. "Boscorelli," Jimmy heard on the other end.

"Let me talk to Kim, Bosco," Jimmy said, slight irritation in his voice.

"Jimmy? What the hell's going on?" Bosco said with anger.

"Let me talk to Kim, Bosco. This has nothing to do with you," Jimmy said again.

Bosco was going to say something, but decided not to let his anger get the best of him and make the situation worse. He handed the phone to Kim. "It's Jimmy," he said as Kim took the phone.

"Jimmy! What the hell are you doing? You bring Joey back here right now. Is he okay? Let me talk to him," she said with fire in her eyes.

"Kimmy. Wait. Just let me take him for the weekend. I need to think about some things and I just wanted to spend some time with my son. What's so wrong about that?"

"What's so wrong about it?! Jimmy, I can't believe you don't see it. You took my son without my permission or my knowledge. How could you do such a thing?!"

"OUR son, Kim. I have custody too. Don't forget that," Jimmy said in his own defense.

"Jimmy, I know that. And when have I ever said that you couldn't be with Joey whenever you wanted? But, Jimmy with everything that's going on between you and Brooke and now you want full custody because you think I'm an unfit parent. Look what you did, Jimmy. Do you see what you're doing? Do you really think any judge is going to give you custody when you pull something like this?" Kim asked him. There was silence on the other end. "Jimmy?" Kim said, wondering if he was still there. "Jimmy?"

"Yeah, Kim. I'm here," he said and she could hear the sadness in his voice.

"Jimmy, you'll always be Joey's father. That'll never change. He loves you Jimmy. No matter what, Joey loves you. Jimmy, I'll always love you too. Even if we aren't together. I love Bosco and we have a great life together. You need to go and talk to Brooke. You need to straighten things out with her and if you can't, well, then you have to learn from it and move on. But, you can be happy, Jimmy. I know you can. And Joey, and me and even Bosco will always be here for you, Jimmy, because we're family. I don't know how else to explain it to you, Jimmy. It's that simple," she finished as Bosco reached over and took hold of her hand.

After a little silence Jimmy finally spoke, "Okay, Kimmy. I'll bring him home. We'll start back in the morning, okay? I promise," he said and she could hear the sadness and tears in his voice.

"Jimmy," she said, her heart breaking for him. "You need to go with the police officers and we'll come out to pick Joey up. That's what has to happen right now, okay. The officers aren't going to just leave you there with him. Not when we have a report out that you've taken him and we can't take it back, Jimmy. Just stay at the police station and we'll leave right now, okay?"

"Okay, Kim. I'll wait for you. The Officer wants to talk to you," he said, handing the phone to the officer. Kim handed the phone over to Bosco, "It's the police officer there. He wants to talk to us."

Kim listened as Bosco got the information from the officer on where to go when they got to Boston and hung up the phone. After he hung up, he called the Lieutenant to let him know what was going on and that he'd need the next day off so that he could drive to Boston to pick up Joey.

"I'll call my Mom to come over and stay with Johnny. Why don't you throw some clothes in a bag for all of us and we'll head out as soon as she gets here," Bosco said. Kim nodded and headed down the hallway to get things ready as Bosco called Rose.