"Mark, I'm worried..." Sara said walking into the bathroom as her husband brushed his teeth.

"When are you not?" He teased after rinsing his mouth and kissing her on the cheek.

"I'm serious..." She crossed her arms irritably. Mark held up his hands in surrender at the look on her face.

"I'm sorry. What's the matter?" He asked attempting to be serious.

"Kane hasn't answered his phone since we left Jackson." Sara chewed her bottom lip as she clutched their cordless phone.

"Maybe he's not home yet." He offered.

"Where does he have to go?"

"Well, he could've gone to his dad's; he could have taken a long way. You never know with him." Mark said changing into some ratty old jeans. Sara seemed to relax a bit.

"I guess you're right." She conceded, following Mark toward the garage.

"Did you try his cell phone?"

"I called it three times before we left Mississippi. He never even returned the messages." Sara looked crestfallen.

"He'll get back to you baby girl. Don't worry." Mark said dragging his big toolbox toward one of his bikes. Sara nodded and walked back into the house, the buttons on the cordless phone beeping the entire way.

"Hello?" Kane practically sang.

"Kane, are you okay? Where are you? I've been so worried..." Sara ranted when she heard his voice.

"I'm fine." He laughed at her.

"Where are you? I've been trying to call you for days." She whined.

"Don't worry Mom..." He chuckled. "I'm in Detroit." There was a long silence.

"Very cute Kane, now seriously, where are you?"

"I'm in your basement! Mwahahahahaha!" He said affecting his best evil cackle. "I told you...I'm in Detroit."

"Why on Earth are you in Detroit already? We're not supposed to be there until next week." His sister-in-law was extremely confused.

"If I tell you, you'll yell at me." Kane whined. Lita smacked him in the arm.

"Kane, what are you talking about?" The big man couldn't help but laugh at her distress.

"Sara, calm down. I'll tell you..." He was laughing so hard she barely understood him. "I came to find her. Robin lives here...somewhere. I'm going to find her." Sara was so shocked she couldn't speak.

"You can't be serious..." She stuttered. Kane barely heard her as he argued directions with Lita. "Kane? Answer me you big oaf!" Sara yelled.

"Uh...hey Sara, I've gotta go. I'll call you later okay?" He said, obviously distracted. "Bye sis..." He laughed.

"No. Don't hang up... I..." Sara sighed as the line went dead. "He hung up on me..." She whispered to herself.

Sara wandered back to the garage in a sort of daze. Mark was contentedly tinkering on a bike.

"Mark, your brother is in Detroit." He dropped his wrench.

"He's what?" Taker chuckled. Sara sighed irritably. She wished, just once, that her husband would show a bit more concern for his younger brother.

Sensing the change in her mood, Mark wrangled his amusement and tried to look serious.

"What'd he go there for?" He cracked a smile.

"Mark, be serious! He went to chase down that woman." Sara wrung her hands nervously.

"Wow, you weren't kidding when you said he had it bad..." Mark said turning back to his project.

"Don't you think we should do something?" She asked, leaning over him as he worked.

"No, I don't think we should do anything." He said snidely, sticking out his tongue as he removed the empty oil pan from the bike. "Let my stupid, love sick, brother play stalker. The boy's gotta learn." Mark couldn't help but laugh.

"Calloway, you are no help at all. I don't want him to get hurt." She said feebly, unconsciously stomping her foot.

"Baby girl, I don't want him to get hurt either. However, my brother has a knack for getting himself hurt." Mark kept his eyes on the bike, afraid to look at her face. His wife angry could make the devil himself squirm in his boots. He sighed...he had been having such a good day...

Sara retreated back a step and leaned on his big red toolbox.

"So what do you think we should do?" She asked again.

"I say we see what happens when we get out there next week."

"How can you be so uncaring? He's your brother, Mark. He's going to get his heart ripped out." Now she sounded like his mother too.

"Remember, if it weren't for us, everything would probably be fine between them. Do you really think he wants our help on anything right now?" Mark half shouted. He was so sick of being told he didn't care about Kane. That wasn't the case at all. It was better to let Kane screw up. Then, when he came around asking what went wrong, all Mark had to do was shrug and toss him a beer. It had worked just fine for years. It drove Mark crazy that Sara refused to try to understand that dynamic of their relationship.

Sara looked like he'd slapped her in the face as she walked dazedly toward the door leading back into the house.

"You're right Mark." She began, sounding small and defeated. "I just wanted to help fix everything." Her voice shook. "What if I ruined the best thing that ever happened to him?" Sara kept her back to her husband, unwilling just then, to let him see her cry.

Mark rolled his eyes and set down the ratchet he'd been using, then walked over to comfort her.

"Baby girl, I've known my brother a long time. I know how to handle him. Leave him alone. If something goes terribly wrong you can fix him when we get there next week. Okay?" He said hugging his wife from behind. Sara relaxed into him nodding. "Good. Now, go get dressed, I'm hungry." He said swatting her playfully on the behind. Mark was relieved when she giggled and ran off to find something to wear.

"Now, if only I could make her that concerned about my well being..." He joked to the empty garage as he picked up a shop towel and cleaned off his hands as best he could.

Mark sighed and looked at his bike, laying in pieces on the floor. The thought of leaving it like that made him twitch but, first things first.

"Tomorrow...I swear." He said to the bike as he ran his hand along the thick leather of its seat. "...Got to take care of Momma first right?" He winked at the bike and walked toward the house.

"You're not talking to the bikes again are you?" Mark heard bellowed from the other end of the house. He stopped, looked back at his two wheeled babies and shook his head.

"She just doesn't get it..." He said to them. "No, of course not..." He yelled back down the hallway.