Sitting patiently in her car Trixie waited for Kit to come out of the safe house when he'd finished visiting Robyn. Tears stung her eyes as she admonished herself for not being able to combat her fear of the safe house to see the girl she had often called her best friend when she needed her the most. Slamming the heel of her hand on the steering wheel in frustration she admonished herself still further for crying as her other hand brushed the tears that had started to run their way down her cheeks. She felt really bad about not having the courage to see Robyn but it was too late for tears. Crying wouldn't solve her problems or give her the guts to face her fear. The only thing she could do was hope that Robyn wouldn't hold it against her. She didn't expect to be forgiven and wouldn't ask for it, she didn't deserve it.

Looking round when she heard someone knock on the passenger side window of her car Trixie smiled sheepishly when she noticed Kit standing outside and waved back at him when he waved at her. The sheepish look on her face soon faded into surprise when she noticed Robyn standing a little behind Kit. Undoing her seatbelt she flung open the car door. Hearing a softened thudding sound and a sharp intake of breath she knew she should have looked when opening the door. The sheepish expression she'd had on her face earlier returned as she turned her head slowly to see what she had hit. The sight of Doctor Malone standing behind the door with a pained expression on his face as he cupped his groin made her jump from the car.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Trixie exclaimed as she went to assist the doctor.

"It's my fault. I should have caught the door or at least looked to see it was coming." Doctor Malone replied in a strained voice with an equally strained smile on his face.

Trixie shook her head, "That's no excuse. It's me who should have looked. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You could get Kit to stop laughing. I don't really see the situation as funny from the angle I'm at."

Trixie aimed a threatening look at Kit which did little to still his laughter. Forced to use more drastic measures with the heartless clown she walked up to him hastily and landed a punch on his arm. Still finding no success she made to knee Kit in the groin to give him a good idea of how the doctor felt but stopped when she thought of Robyn and the possibility that the act might upset her. Conceding defeat she walked back over to the doctor and smiled when she saw that he was recovering. After a few more minutes the doctor was able to release his sore parts and Trixie watched as he straightened his tie and checked to see that his carefully combed back hair had been undisturbed.

"I think I'm alright now. Before I was struck by your car door I was going to ask you if I might join you on your way to the outreach clinic as I have to pick up test results. Unfortunately one of the inmates here damaged my car and it can't be driven." Doctor Malone asked when he was satisfied that his appearance was as perfect as he wanted it.

"Sure," Trixie replied, "Hop right in. How are you going to get back here?"

"I might manage to walk or I can call a taxi. If push comes to shove I'll have to get a lift from a member of staff."

"Ok, if we're going we ought to go now. Robbie's probably wondering where we've gotten to."

With a nod Doctor Malone walked round to the passenger side of the car and got in. He was closely followed by Kit who helped Robyn into the back seat before getting in himself. Making sure that the back door was shut properly, Trixie got in the driver's seat; she'd learnt to make sure that Kit had shut the car doors properly after he'd fallen out on one occasion while she was driving him somewhere. When everyone was ready she pulled out of the parking space she'd parked in and made her way over to the outreach clinic.

Pulling the car into the parking area of the outreach clinic, Trixie let Doctor Malone get out of the car. Once the doctor was out of sight she turned in her seat and looked over her shoulder at Kit and Robyn. Kit was watching her and she saw that Robyn was sleeping.

"Would someone mind telling what is going on?" Trixie whispered.

"I thought you knew," Kit began with his cheeky grin, "We're waiting for Robbie and you're talking to me."

Rolling her eyes Trixie nearly sighed as she replied, "I know that! I mean what is Robyn doing out of the safe house?"

"I couldn't let her stay there so I had her discharged. She's not right."

"I can tell. What if she wants to go back?"

"She's not going back, I'm going to look after her and do what I should have done in the first place."

"How do you think Robbie and Sportacus will react?"

Kit shrugged, "We'll have to wait and see. Speaking of Robbie, I need to talk to him alone when we get back so is it alright if Robyn stays over yours until I'm done?"

"Sure. I'll keep her busy. What is it you need to talk to him about?"

Kit shook his head showing he didn't want to answer the question. Pushing the subject no further Trixie sat back in her seat and started the engine. She knew that whatever Kit had to talk to Robbie about was between them but there was something in Kit's eyes that made her wary. Putting it down to his being stressed over Robyn's problems she pushed down her wariness and waited for Robbie to come out of the clinic.

Half an hour later, Robbie followed Kit home knowing that his future son-in-law had something to say to him. Arriving at the house Kit opened the front door and Robbie passed through edgily. Feeling thirsty Robbie made his way to the kitchen and hoped that Kit wouldn't follow him but was dismayed when the younger man appeared in his peripheral vision. Knowing that it was wise to face the music Robbie turned round and faced Kit. Before he knew what was happening Kit grabbed him and shoved him up against the fridge holding his lapels in an iron grip.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Robbie exclaimed.

"I should ask the same question to you. What put the idea into your head to have that DNA test?"

"Who told you?"

"You know who told me and you're not going to do anything against him. What were the results of the test?"

Robbie's face fell and he felt Kit release him. With shaking hands he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the thin slip of paper. Not able to look at Kit for shame over his own actions he held it out for him to take.

With reluctant eyes Kit read the results, "I don't believe it. Why did you have to be so stupid?"

"I never would have done it if Ellen hadn't put the doubt in my mind."

"Ellen!" Kit shouted his anger rising again, "That evil conniving bitch!"

Clenching his fist in anger Kit stormed out of the kitchen. Throwing open the front door he was about to find Ellen when Robbie stopped him. Whirling round with his temper in full swing Kit fixed Robbie with a look that told him not to interfere.

Pointing a finger at Robbie, Kit whispered. "This is your doing too. If Robyn finds out what we know I'm going to nail your tongue to the ground with a croquet hoop."

Stepping back a few feet in fear Robbie watched Kit storm from the house and slam the door behind him with such force that Robyn's drawing fell from the wall and the glass in the frame shattered. In utter anguish Robbie fell to his knees and cried like a child. His streaming eyes fell on the drawing and a huge rip that had torn him and Sportacus from the picture.