"Hello!… Is Anybody out there?… Hello!…." Ian shouted over and over from his cell. After being dragged away from Lucy, he had been driven out of Port Charles. He had been so angry and upset that he didn't notice the direction that they had taken, or where they were headed. When he calmed down enough to pay attention to his surroundings, he didn't recognize anything he saw outside the car. Once Agent Heckart almost answered one of his questions, but Agent Limm interrupted her and asked her to make a call before she had a chance to answer Ian. Not long after, they made a stop and a burly man who did not identify himself replaced Agent Heckert. After that, the only person who spoke was Ian. He was actually trying to use Lucy's tactic of wearing out the enemy with a constant barrage of questions and guesses, but Limm was a tough opponent.

Their final destination was recognizable as a prison facility, but he wasn't able to tell where or what it was. After being processed in a most humiliating manner, he was shown to a cell. The cell was made of three concrete walls and a final wall of bars that contained a bed with a mattress, a blanket and pillow, and a sink and a toilet. He had been issued a bright orange prison jumpsuit, two towels, a washcloth and a toothbrush. He questioned each new person he saw, but received only cursory responses or commands. He had no more idea why he had been apprehended than he had several hours earlier at his home.

Home… it must be night because the lights were dimmed. He heard other prisoners, but no one close enough to speak with. He decided to lie down on the bed and close his eyes. He and Lucy had been able to make contact with their minds before… maybe they could again. He hoped it was Lucy who did it… and not his formercurse… because he would never be able to accomplish it alone. When he closed his eyes, though, he felt Lucy close to him… he could almost touch her… Ian fell asleep dreaming of Lucy until bright lights and a loud alarm rudely awakened him the next morning.

"Ian!" Lucy sat up in bed. She had been dreaming of Ian, but it had seemed so real. He was in a prison cell and wearing an orange jumpsuit, when she heard a loud noise and he was suddenly gone. She knew the moment she woke up that he wasn't in bed next to her. She got out of bed, went over to the closet, and pulled out one of his sweaters. She inhaled his scent, and pulled the sweater over her head. She went over to the bassinet to check on Caroline who was still sound asleep.

"Well, sweet pea, I guess you didn't wake me up," Lucy whispered to herself. "I wonder…"

She crawled back into bed and snuggled up to Ian's pillow, hoping for sleep to return and that sense of being with Ian—but it didn't happen. Not long afterwards Caroline woke up wanting breakfast and a clean diaper. Lucy knew it was time to face the day, and work toward finding Ian.

"Monk, I'm so glad I caught you," Victor said to Kevin on the telephone. "I've heard back from my contacts, and I might have something that will help Lucy find Ian. Do you want to go over there with me now? Or do you think it's too early. Between the baby and how upset she must be… I don't want to wake her if she's getting some rest."

"Victor, if you have news that will help find Ian, then it's worth waking her up," Kevin answered. "I assume since you called here first that you've checked out Patrick Thornhart's story?"

"Oh, yes. Every word of it is true… but there are some important points that were left out."

"Important points? Something that will hurt Lucy?" Kevin said in concern.

"Oh, no. Lucy won't be hurt… but other people were—and badly," Victor answered. "It's really tragic what happened to them… really tragic."

"Out with it, Victor. What happened?" Kevin said curtly.

"Ian and Patrick's sister, Grainne. What Patrick didn't tell you was that Lord Whyting probably raped her. I'm sure that's one of the reasons that he hated him so much. There's no proof, and the only two people who could say for sure are dead—but the evidence certainly points in that direction. And it gets worse," Victor went on, "it appears that Margaret Saybrooke Thornhart was also a victim of rape—a gang rape by a bunch of fraternity boys when she was in college."

"Oh my God. That certainly sheds new light on Patrick, doesn't it? Well, at least we know that Lucy is safe with them staying there now. But you said you have news for Lucy—is there more?"

"Oh, yes, but we need to get to Lucy and tell it to her. Please, Monk, don't tell anyone what I found out about Grainne and Margaret—I don't want Lucy to be upset by this."

Lucy was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking some coffee and doing her tarot cards. She hadn't used them in months—her life had seemed so good that it just hadn't occurred to her. But she couldn't concentrate on the cards because she kept seeing Ian lying in that prison cell. She kept feeling like she should be able to sense where he was—but it was just out of reach.

Patrick entered the kitchen through the back door, "Good morning, Lucy. I didn't expect you'd be up this early. Are the girls still asleep?"

Aisling had spent the night with Christina in the main house, while Patrick and Marty had stayed in the guesthouse. Patrick started the water boiling for some tea and then walked behind Lucy, looked at the cards and said teasingly, "That's a funny deck. What are you playing? Some new type of solitaire?"

Lucy laughed, "No, these are my tarot cards… for seeing into the future. They've come in handy before—but right now, all I can see is Ian. I had the most realistic dream last night. I can see him in a prison cell, and it feels like he's dreaming about me, too… but I just can't get my fingers wrapped around it. So, I decided to try the cards and see if they would help… but I can't concentrate on them."

"I see," said Patrick as he made a cup of tea. "Would you like me to make you some breakfast? I can scramble up some eggs. Margaret will be along shortly, she's just getting Seamus ready to come up to the house."

"I'll have some as long as you make enough for everyone… I'm not very hungry, but I know I should eat something. Did you sleep well? And Marty? Is she doing okay? This is not the way I wanted your visit to turn out."

"Our visit has just started. It hasn't turned out badly yet. Don't worry, Lucy, we'll find him, and we'll fix this. Didn't you learn anything from the tale we told you yesterday?"

Lucy walked over to the counter and poured herself another cup of coffee, on her way back to the table she gave Patrick a gentle kiss on the cheek, "I've never had a brother before… I'm so glad that I have one now. Thank you."

When Victor and Kevin arrived, the entire family had been up and had breakfast. The adults and the children were all sitting in the living room, talking and playing. Since it seemed like waiting was the only thing they could do, Patrick and Marty did their best to keep Lucy from brooding too much.

Patrick answered the door when the bell rang, and frowned when he saw that it was Kevin and another man. He and Ian had discussed Kevin during the summer visit—and Patrick was a little concerned about his constant presence when Ian was away.

"Hello, Patrick, it's nice to see you again. Did you sleep well?" Kevin asked politely.

"As well as could be expected under the circumstances. What can we do for you this morning?" Patrick replied.

"This is my father, Victor Collins, and he has…"

"Victor! Oh, Victor! It's so good to see you!" Lucy exclaimed as she ran over to give him a hug. "Did Doc fill you in? Have you found out anything?"

Victor hugged Lucy and said, "It's good to see you too, Lucy. Let's sit down for a minute, shall we? I think you'll find what I have to say very interesting."

Lucy led the way to the living room followed by the three men. She remembered to introduce Victor to Marty before he launched into his findings, "It seems that there was a Homeland Security alert yesterday at JFK in New York. There was a tip that a member of the IRA was entering the country to deliver something to someone in this country… they held a Flight 755 from Dublin until they had screened all the passengers."

Marty gasped when she realized that had been their flight, and the reason for their delay in arriving at Lucy's the previous day. Patrick said to Victor, "Do you mean to say that they were looking for me?"

"I'm afraid so… however the tip was anonymous and did not include a name or description. Does that sound like something an INS agent would do in the line of duty? Something smells fishy about this, and when it smells that way it usually is."

"Did you find out anything else, Victor? Do you know where Ian is?" Lucy asked.

"No… we're still working on that. But my friend Stan did get a peek at the charges against him. It seems that Ian has opened a rather large bank account in the last few months—to the tune of several million dollars. In addition, he was overheard telling someone on the telephone that he would pay for an item upon delivery to this country. That last piece is pretty sketchy, but they have obviously uncovered your brother-in-law's past."

At the last piece of news, Lucy went pale while Patrick's face went red. Each of them knew about one of the items Victor had mentioned—and how innocent both of them were in reality.

"I… I know where the money came from, Victor," Lucy said softly. "I sold the company… my cosmetics company… just before Caroline was born. You know how Serena and Christina have those huge trust funds? Well… I decided to use the money for Danny, Caroline and any other children that Ian and I might have."

"But that's your money, Lucy, not Ian's" Kevin said condescendingly. "Victor was talking about an account in Ian's name. Where would HE have gotten that kind of money?"

"I'm trying to tell you, Doc. The money—it's in Ian's name. Its part of his Christmas present… I wanted him to know that his children will never want for anything. I made the trust in his name… because… Scott has the trust for the girls… and… and… I wanted him to know how much I trust him… and love him," Lucy finished.

"So he doesn't know about the trust?" Victor asked. "That would explain a lot… especially if the INS asked about it. He would have told them he was unaware of it—and seemed all the more suspicious in their eyes."

"I can add something too… we—I mean Seamus, uh, Ian and I—we were working on a special present for Lucy for Christmas. They must have had your phone tapped, Lucy, because Victor here just described our last phone conversation before we left Ireland," Patrick interrupted.

"It sounds like that story from O. Henry, The Gift of the Magi, doesn't it?" Marty said. "You've been planning special presents for each other—but they aren't working out the way you expected."

Lucy nodded at her sister-in-law in agreement, "There's something missing, though. None of this is enough to have Ian's visa revoked and get him arrested… there's nothing concrete here."

"You're right… there's not enough evidence to warrant what they did to Ian," Marty agreed. "If they had dug a little deeper, they would have found that it was all innocent—someone was trying to make Ian look guilty enough to be deported."

"Victor… can you get your contacts to work on this some more?" Lucy asked him.

"Of course, I was just going to say that myself. I need to be going so that I can give them this new information. Uh, Patrick, do you have Lucy's present with you?"

"Yes, yes I do. But I don't want… I mean Lucy's right…" Patrick stammered.

"Of course, you don't. Can you walk me out to my car and tell me what it is? We don't want to spoil the surprise for Lucy, of course," Victor answered.

Kevin walked over and kissed Lucy on the cheek, "I'll check on you later, okay?"

"Thanks, Doc. We'll be all right… just help Victor get him home to me soon," Lucy answered him as she walked him to the front door.

After Kevin had left and the two women were sitting in the living room, Marty said, "Lucy… I'm sorry, but I have to ask you something."

"Sure… go right ahead, Marty," Lucy answered with a smile.

"Kevin… you do know he's in love with you?"

"Yes, I know. But you know how much I love Ian… you can trust me… I would never betray him," Lucy answered her honestly.

"Yes, I know. You love Ian the way I love Patrick—there is no room in our lives for any man except a Thornhart. I don't know how Ian does it, though, with Kevin around so much. It has to be hard," Marty said to her.

"Kevin is in a relationship with a really wonderful woman, Colleen. She's a nurse and has been taking care of her disabled sister since their parents died. Kevin and I share a child—sort of—and we have a lot of history. But Kevin knows that we're only friends now, and he can accept that. He and Ian have made peace with each other—and they have become friends—I know it doesn't make any sense, but it works for us," Lucy explained. "Thank you for loving Ian enough to worry about him."

Lucy went over to the other woman and gave her a hug, "I've never had many women friends—I'm so glad that we can talk to each other like this."

Patrick rejoined them a few minutes later and they played with the children while waiting for the telephone to ring or the door to open returning Ian to his family.