The next morning, Lynette was surprised to find that both Nash and Nick were already awake. Nash was dressed and finishing off a coffee. He saw Lynette and smiled. "Good morning, sleepy," he said.
"You're both up early," she said.
Nash glanced at Nick and then showing Lynette his watch, said, "Actually, you slept late."
"Care for some breakfast?" Nick said, setting bacon in the frying pan, "I'm making eggs too. Scrambled okay?"
Nash and Lynette were looking at Nick. "What?" he said.
"You're not usually Mr. Chef," Nash said.
"Nash, in case you haven't noticed we've had a guest lately," Nick said.
"Oh, okay," Nash said.
"Nick, you don't have to make me breakfast," Lynette said.
Turning to look at her, Nick seemed almost disappointed.
"But you know, breakfast sounds great," Lynette said, "Scrambled would be perfect."
Nick smiled turning back to his frying pan. "Son, are you alright?" Nick said, "You look tired."
Nash sighed. "Thanks, for your concern," he said, "But I already got the 'you need more sleep' speech from Lynette last night."
"It worked didn't it?" Lynette said, "I mean you fell asleep."
"Yes, I did," Nash said, "Thanks for the blanket."
"Eggs son?" Nick said.
"What?" Nash said.
"Do you want eggs?" Nick said.
"No, not for me," Nash said, "I have to go."
"You have to eat," Lynette said.
"I'll eat later," Nash said. No sooner had Nash headed for the door when, the elevator clanged and in came Joe, Harvey and Cassidy.
"What are you all doing here?" Nash said.
"Nice to see you too," Joe said.
"How about some breakfast?" Nick said.
"Is that bacon I smell?" Harvey said, heading for the kitchen.
"People, we have work to do," Nash said.
"Come on, Dad," Cassidy said, "I mean how often does Grandpa make breakfast?"
"Anyone here remember the S.I.U.?" Nash said.
"Don't be such a stick in the mud," Joe said, as Nick handed him a plate.
"What about Lynette?" Nash said, "She's counting on us."
"There are four cops in this room," Lynette said, "I feel pretty safe."
"There you see?" Harvey said.
"I'm just trying to be responsible," Nash said.
"You didn't sleep much did you?" Joe said.
Nash threw his arms in the air.
Lynette was sorting through some magazines in Nash's apartment. Nick was taking a nap in his room. She jumped when the phone rang. "Hello?" she said. The caller hung up.
"Fine," Lynette said, putting the phone down. A few minutes later, the phone rang again. Thinking it was the same caller, she let it ring, but then she did not want to wake Nick so she answered it. "Hello?" she said.
"What took you so long?" Nash said.
"Nash," Lynette said, "I'm sorry, but somebody just called and hung up. It wasn't you was it?"
"No," Nash said, "I'm just calling to check on everything."
"I'm fine," Lynette said.
"Where's Nick?" Nash said.
"Taking a nap," Lynette said.
"Okay..." Nash started to say, when suddenly the phone went dead.
"Nash?" Lynette said. She jiggled the connector on the phone, but there was no response. Then she heard the footsteps behind her. She hung up the receiver, turned around and gasped when she saw a man standing there.
"It's okay," he said, "I promise you I'm here to help."
"It's you," Lynette said, recognizing him as the one who had helped her escape her kidnappers. The one who looked exactly like Harvey's former partner, Evan.
"You have to get out of here now," Evan said, urgently.
"How did you get in here?" Lynette said.
"Listen to me, this is important," Evan said.
Lynette called for the guard. "He's not there," Evan said.
"Why? What did you do to him?" Lynette said.
"I didn't do anything," Evan said, "But you need to go and get Nick and get out of this apartment! Go to the S.I.U."
Nick emerged from his bedroom. "Lynette, I heard you yelling," he said, "Are you alright?"
"Don't you see!" Lynette said, gesturing to Evan.
Although he was looking in Evan's direction, Nick couldn't see anything. "What?" he said.
"Now do you believe me?" Evan said.
"Nick, we have to get out of here," Lynette said, taking his hand.
"What are you talking about?" Nick said, hanging back, "You're not supposed to leave this apartment. Nash told me in no uncertain terms..."
"Nick, I don't have time to argue with you," Lynette said, pulling him along, "Just trust me."
They both stopped when they heard the elevator. "Who is that?" Lynette said.
"It's probably Nash," Nick said.
Lynette looked at Evan and he shook his head.