A/N This chapter won't make much sense, just keep reading the next chapter, and so on, and you'll get it, alright?

My cell phone rang.

I tore myself away from my grammar homework, (all those little noun, pronoun, and verb beasties that I have come to consider one of the banes of my existence) with great pleasure. I fished around in my jeans pocket, and pulled my cell from there, rolled over on my back, and flipped it open.

"Roscamp. Talk to me." I said curtly.

"Darlene, you're not going to like this." A flat voice stated emotionlessly.

I blinked at the ceiling, "Elliot! What's going on?"

There was a silence on the other end of the line. Well, even for Ell, a greeting like that was rather morbid. I waited as patiently as I could, and then said gently, "Elliot, what the cheese?"

I heard the guy take a deep breath.

"We found Lobo Rodriguez. He was several sheets to the wind outside of a bar. I don't know what he's doing back in the states, and he's not talking."

I sat straight up, a bunch of ghosts from my past suddenly screaming in my head. All the words I wanted to say welled up inside of me, crying to get past my lips, but I kept them clamped tightly shut. Eventually, all that got out was a weak, "Crap." Then I took another breath, and said calmly, "How can he be back? I thought he was crushed to death when narcotics pulled that raid last year on our old hideout?"

"I don't know, Darlene. He's your father, so we need you to get down here to make a positive ID. He's being processed as we speak. Can you drive down here alone?"

"Sure." I said. Mom wasn't a big fan of my driving on my own, especially since it was October, the month that her husband, who would have been my adoptive father, was killed in a tragic car crash, but she was gone at a cousins wedding, a cousin that I had never met, since I had only been with this new adoptive family for about five months now. I was home alone. With a heavy heart, I rose to my feet. I thought of something before hanging up the phone.

"Have the FBI charged in, wanting to lock him up, yet?"

"Nah. We figure if they want custody of him, they'll come in with guns blazing."

"Wonderful. See you in a few."