Authors Note: Hi all! I have decided to write about a expierence I had with my friend Lily recently; we were mugged. Don't laugh. All our family, friends, and half the police department thought it was funny as hell. We were never in any real danger. After all, Lily has a second degree black belt and I have the temper of my Northern Irish Ancestors. It didn't turn out well for our would be mugger. ;) So, I was inspired by Lily's statement to the police, and decided to incorperate it in here. Enjoy and review.

Two Monthes Later...

A smile came across Sanderson's face when he saw who was at the door. He grinned and patted his son upon the head, "Hey Grimes, long time no see, come on in...just watch out for the herd of children and their rabbit."

Grimes hesitated, but stepped inside the house.

It had been almost a year since he had seen his friend. It had been a year since he had left the Army. It showed on him. In the suit he wore, the shined dress shoes he had on, even in his longer hair cut which was short in the civilian world. Grimes was clean shaven and driving a Porsche. Something that Jordan noticed, he peeked out the front door that his father closed and then looked at Grimes, "Wow. You must be rich."

A smile crossed Grimes face, "Yes. Yes I am, thats what I came to talk to your daddy about."

Sanderson pointed towards the kitchen, the only room not full of children and followed Grimes. He noticed the slight limp that Grimes walked with. It wasn't anything that someone would notice unless they were really looking for it.

"Dad...can we go outside?"

Sanderson playfully grabbed his son by the back of the neck and looked down into the soft brown eyes that belonged to his son. "Do you honestly think I was born yesterday? Absoluetly not. Now, go play Socom with your sisters."

Jordan scrunched up his face, "I'm not going to touch the car. I didn't even notice it."

"Bet me," Sanderson countered, and then gave his son a playful shove towards the living room.

"Mom would have let us outside."

With a face of disbelief Sanderson watched Jordan stomp to the living room, "No she wouldn't have. All you guys would be reading...and not Harry Potter, you'd be reading something of substance, like a school book."

Jordan turned around and began to argue, he then quickly said, "Yeah...you're right."

The both of them realized that they were talking about two different women.

Jordan saw the surprise on his fathers face and darted into the living room. Leaving Sanderson in the kitchen doorway, a surprised and sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

A touch on his shoulder made him jump.

He turned and saw Grimes, who whispered, "There's a baby in there."

Immediatly Sanderson nodded and walked into the kitchen, the cleanest room in the small base house. Confined to a playpen was the baby, content with a talking Elmo doll. Sanderson walked over to the playpen and the baby looked up at him. With familiar brown eyes the little boy let out a screech and held his arms up, wanting to be held.

It was a happy screech which melted into jibberish when Sanderson easily lifted the baby from it's cage.

He turned to Grimes who stayed a good ten feet back, "This is Daniel. Daniel Gibson."

"Daniel...like Danny?" Grimes asked.

Sanderson looked into the content eyes of the child, "Yeah. Mr. Peace Love and Understanding was too long to fit on the birth certificate, so she decided that Daniel would work."

"Oh my God Sanderson, you have a baby farm going on here."

Unable to break eye contact with Daniel, Sanderson added, "Six is not a baby farm, smartass."

Grimes narrowed his eyes, and checked the counter before he leant against it, "Daniel has a twin?"

Sanderson shook his head and finally looked at Grimes.

"What? Hoot came back from the dead and knocked her up? What? Whose the baby daddy?"

Sanderson was silent.

"Holy shit man, you! You and that woman...damn. Is it a little girl or boy?"

With a shrug Sanderson replied, "She's only a few monthes in...so what'd you drop by here for? Your a month early, Grimes."

He looked down at his shoes, then back at Sanderson. The father, soldier, and his ideal of a perfect man. He was everything that Grimes had left the army in search of. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Rumor has it you're not re-enlisting, so I wanted to offer you a job."

"Who'd you hear that from?"

"That isn't important...but, what is, you're looking for a desk job. I have a company that you would have a desk and could make good money. Have a better house, nicer clothes, newer cars, and you know, more shit. A better life. Plus, you could afford college for all the little ones and they the two of you could get hitched."

Sanderson cocked an eyebrow, "Who the hell have you been talking to? Diana? Eversman? Who?"

Grimes laughed and the phone rang. A second of so later a young voice in the living room screamed, "I'll get it!"

"Never mind," Sanderson muttered, bouncing Daniel on his hip. He looked at the baby he had grown attached to and asked, "What kind of job?"

At that Grimes walked into the kitchen, closer to Sanderson, carefully stepping over a a matchbox car. "You know I have been expanding my business."

"Yeah, Diana showed me the articles in the magazines and paper."

"Well...I am spreading out. Miami, LA, Atlanta, and Houston. I will need some guys to run the offices in those cities."

Impressed, Sanderson asked, "When? Where?"

"I have some information in my car. Your the first person I have asked so you would get first pick of where. When...not sure yet."

"I'll look over the stuff. I have to talk it over with Diana first you know."

Grimes began to talk, but Robin peeked into the kitchen, "Mom's on the phone...she and Aunt Jamie got mugged."

Both Sanderson and Grimes stared, Sanderson cocked a eyebrow, "That's not funny."

"I'm serious...pick up the phone."