A/N: Another day, another chapter….just kinda get in the mood, and I can't stop writing. And as you may have noticed…I like writing with POV's… not sure why…maybe I just like to feel like the character of something. Hehe

Kathy POV

Oh Kathleen. Burying your anger, in helping.

"Kat, you don't have to help me with dinner you know. I can fix it myself."

"No. I do. I think you were a little distracted with dessert."

Wow….got me there. She's so quick witted, but then again, it was pretty obvious. Gotta get this done anyhow, before Maureen and Jason get here…oh, both daughters to tag team….need to defuse this ticking time bomb…

"Kathleen…we were just…"

"I know what you were JUST doing. I'm seventeen, not dumb."

Just remain calm, you can talk your way through this. But on the up side, she's really helping me out here…she's going to be a good cook, probably a good wife, someday…

"Well, since you're seventeen I guess that means that I can talk to you like an adult then."

"Sure."

"So, what's the big deal then? That's what married couples do."

"Get freaky in the living room? I sit on that couch too you know. So, you guys took off work to have sex in the living room! Come home…no kids…no one else around. Not busy, you need each other. belch So, you get here…get involved, lost track of time. You are soooo lucky it was me and not the twins that bust up your little love fest."

She needs to stop doing that. Talking about putting together evidence just like her father. I bet she'd be a great police officer, or lawyer. BUT she is lacking one major detail.

"Kathleen. Your father was sent home early. I don't know why, he hasn't said, but he's been very upset…"

"Oh God. Is 'Livia okay?"

"No. no. He assured me that she's fine. I was worried about him so I got a friend to cover the rest of my shift and I came home. I was trying to comfort him and one thing led to another."

Oh Thank God…Elliot to the rescue! Save me, please. Oh, or hug me. That's good, too. Hey buddy! Watch those hands!

"DAD! So disgusting. I think I need some therapy for this."

Well, say something. I need to finish this….

"You're telling us that you've never considered the fact that we still are…"

"Getting freaky? Yeah…as a matter of face, I've heard before…thanks Mom."

Whoops. Guess I get a little carried away. Note to self: be more careful. El, back off…oh, interested are we? What now….don't whisper in my ear….I don't know if I can handle it

"you are a screamer Kath."

OH! I will SO be taking advantage of that continue later.

"Sorry Kat. Look, I think I can handle this, and I've got something to discuss with your father."

"I get it. But if you two get to "involved" Maureen and what's his name will get the show. Behave Dad."

Like it's all him…smart girl. "She knows you're the bad seed." Oh, that smile. So he's thinking about that continue too.

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, I've got something to discuss about our son."

Must be something…bet it's good. "You going to share…I've got to keep working here."

"The school sent him home with this nice little letter, telling us that our son and his girlfriend had a little adventure in a closet."

Girlfriend?…Oh, her. "Faith? I knew about that…but adventure huh?"

"Yeah. Apparently they hid in a closet, lost track of time, and were busted by Lizzie. Usual bit, they got a speech and letters."

"Sounds familiar. Well, are we mad about it?"

If you say yes, I swear….

"No, just keeping your informed. He's actually very embarrassed about it all."

Informed….crap! "That reminds me. I promised to tell about Jason. Maureen's new boyfriend that's coming over…"

"Yes, flavor of the month. I need intel, gives me something to fire with."

"Flavor of the month? Come on…be nice."

"Well, Kath….that girl has had more boyfriends than I own shoes alright?"

"Fair enough. Just don't call him that in front of her. Can't have her and Kathleen pissed off at us."

"Alright…so out with it. What do you know?"

"Well, he's 23, and according to her…and I quote, hazel eyes to die for, killer abs and powerful quads. Don't give me that look, I'm just repeating what she said. Anyways, he's just starting law school…"

"An attorney huh? Didn't see that one comin'."

"Yeah….then you're going to LOVE this. He wants to be a defense attorney. You know, thinks everyone's good at heart." Watch that jaw clench up…damn, he's displeased to say the least. "El, don't start. Um, the only other thing I know is they met at a church close to campus."

"Explains the everyone's good mentality."

"Elliot. Not everyone sees the sick people you see. Not everyone can see those women whose lives are destroyed. And I can't imagine what it's like to see the children. I wouldn't be able to separate the images of the victims from our children."

I can't do it at work either. Sometimes when I see a sick child…a dying child…all I can see is our babies.

"No, you can't. It's…it makes you wonder. Wonder why God would let anything like that happened to innocent children. Children that never hurt anyone…"

Oh God. That's it. Something with kids. Maybe if I just sit in his lap…wrap my arms around him, maybe it'll help.

"Elliot. Just tell me, please. I know this hurts you. Just, let me in."

Just talk to me…you can't be strong all the time.