When they arrived at Gretchen's car, after Sienna had departed, Gretchen turned to the husky man, "Thank you Buford."

"Not a problem, here," Buford said handing her the card, "You'll be wantin' this."

"Thank you," Gretchen said as she took the card.

"Nice wheels," Buford remarked as he got a good look at the silver Volkswagen Jetta.

Gretchen smiled slightly.

"I'm just going to head to my car, I'll pull around in a moment," Candace said then started off across the parking gargage.

"Gimme yer keys," Buford said putting out his hand.

"Why?" Gretchen asked, puzzled by the request.

"I don't trust that guy," Buford rumbled as he took the keys from Gretchen and got into car. He popped the hood, and checked the engine compartment. Finding nothing wrong so far, Buford closed the hood and tried the ignition. To his relief the engine purred to life without any effort. Gretchen had tilted her head as Buford did a multi-point inspection of her car.

"Everything seems to be all right. Candace is going to be following you home right?" Buford asked.

"I think so," Gretchen replied.

"I'll follow as well just to be safe," Buford said, deciding to ditch his plans of going back to his apartment to sack out.

"Where's your car Buford?" Gretchen asked.

Buford jerked his thumb at an older model Harley Davidson Fatboy motorcycle a few rows over as a pair of headlights came around the corner. Gretchen startled and dropped the SD card. She grumbled a German curse word under her breath as the car came to a stop. It was Candace. Buford stooped down and picked the card up, placing it in a safe place on his person before pulling out the key to his Fatboy.

"That's Candace," Gretchen noted.

"Let's get you home princess," Buford said then strode over to his motorcycle and pulled on a (his) helmet and started it up.

The drive to the Fletcher household was uneventful. When the garage door opened Ferb's grey BMW was there, and Gretchen pulled in next to it. Candace and Buford parked in the driveway and came in through the garage before Gretchen remotely closed it.

Candace opened door from garage into house, "Ferb?"

Ferb was surprised to see her, "Candace? What are you doing here? Where's Gretchen?"

"Right here," Gretchen replied softly, from behind the red headed woman, Buford stood behind her.

Ferb waited until she took off her shoes, then wrapped his arms around her, "Are you okay, love?"

"I'm fine," Gretchen replied.

Ferb looked closely at her, taking in her appearance, "You know that doesn't work on me."

"I've got som'tin' fer ya," Buford said pulling out and handing over the card.

Ferb looked at it and raised an eyebrow.

"Some guy in the restaurant copied this for me," Buford explained as Ferb took the card from him.

Ferb narrowed his eyes at the card, trying to will it's contents to be seen.

"Ferb, that's not going to work," Candace remarked.

Ferb's dark blue eyes slid over to her.

"You might want to put it into your phone," Candace suggested.

Ferb gave a slight nod.

"Ferb, honey, I need you to let me go," Gretchen spoke up.

Ferb looked at her.

"I need to use the rest room," Gretchen explained softly.

Ferb gave her a quick kiss on the forehead then let her go. He watched her go down the hall and into the bathroom.

"Congratulations on the peanut, man," Buford said.

Ferb gave him a slight smile, then took out his phone and placed card in the slot.

"You ain't gunna like what you see," Buford warned.

Ferb intently watched the video, then turned a violent shade of red in anger.

Candace became worried, "Ferb?"

"I'm going to kill him," Ferb's voice was cold and hard, it was easy to tell he was beyond angry.

"Whoa, Beanpole, the police can handle it much better. He'll go to jail for that," Buford tried to get the green haired man to calm down.

"Like that'll do any good," Ferb said harshly.

"First guys to get shanked in the shower are child abusers, women abusers, and child killers," Buford said.

Ferb lunged at Buford, and seized him by the front of the shirt, "If he harmed..."

"Gretchen said the peanut was movin' about," Buford managed to say, realizing that Ferb's 'Papa Wolf' mode had been triggered, not only for his unborn child but his wife as well.

"Let's be rational Ferb," Candace said.

Ferb glared hard at her, and she could see the rage building rapidly within her brother. Candace hadn't seen Ferb this angry in quite a number of years.

A quiet "Ferb?" caused him to release his hold on Buford and whirl around to face his wife who just re-entered the room.

"Yes, love?" Ferb replied, a very obvious faux calm in his voice.

"Clam down," Gretchen said, not bothering to repress the German accent which had crept into her voice.

"I am-" Ferb tried lying.

"Don't give me that. I know better," Gretchen interrupted.

Candace shifted slightly, unsure of how Ferb would react. Granted it was his wife, but Candace doubted Ferb had ever been this angry around her before. Buford had the sense to back away slowly.

Ferb took a determined step toward Gretchen, and placed his hands on her arms, "Tell me you're okay."

"I'm doing better now," She returned.

"The baby?" Ferb asked, repressing the urge to put a hand on her abdomen, just in case something was wrong.

"Moving," Gretchen replied.

"Jason's never going to see the light of day again, so help me..." Ferb growled, and his expression darkened.

"Ferb," Gretchen started crying and buried her face in his chest.

Ferb softened, "Gretchen, love."

Gretchen sobbed into his chest.

Ferb wrapped his arms around her small body, "Gretchen please."

Gretchen's voice was muffled but still audible, "Let the police handle it Ferb."

"Do you want me to call them?" Candace asked.

Gretchen choked out a sob, and said to Ferb, "We should call your lawyer first," then her shoulders heaved with another sob.

"I've got his number in my desk," Ferb said, not willing to let Gretchen go.

"You should file a report first and tell them you'll be calling your lawyer. I'll stick around for that. I was there," Buford suggested.

Candace went to the kitchen and started putting dinner together for everyone, and called out, "I'm going to call Jeremy and tell him I'm going to be late."

"They probably will want to talk to Sienna as well," Ferb noted, still angry, but had put a cap on it for his wife's sake.

"Do you want me to go get it fer ya Beanpole?" Buford offered.

"I'll get it in a minute," Ferb said.

"Ya sure?" Buford asked.

Ferb nodded then spoke gently to Gretchen as he let her go, "How about you sit down in your rocking chair love?"

"Okay. I'm just going to get a glass of water first," Gretchen replied and went into kitchen. She pulled a glass from the cupboard and fumbled with the taps.

"Here, let me help you," Candace said, taking the glass and she saw Gretchen's hands trembling, "Go have a seat, I'll bring this out for you."

Gretchen shook her head, "I've got it. I've got it," she said, then suddenly grabbed the counter, breathing hard.

"Is it the baby?" Candace asked, as she looked at her sister-in-law intently.

Gretchen managed a nod.

Candace stood behind Gretchen, and placed her hands on Gretchen's abdomen, "Lean back into me and breath slowly."

Gretchen did as Candace instructed, fully trusting the older and taller woman.

"Hmmm.." Candace hummed.

"What?" Gretchen asked, as Candace set her upright.

"You say you're seven months pregnant?" Candace asked.

"That's what the dates come up as," Gretchen replied.

"Has the baby ever been this active before?" Candace inquired.

Gretchen shook her head, "Not this active."

"I'd suggest you relax, but you probably already know that," Candace remarked.

"I think today just undid my nerves," Gretchen admitted.

Candace looked her sister-in-law up and down, noting the more cautious and weary way the younger woman was now carrying herself, "I'll say."

"I'd never seen Ferb that angry before," Gretchen said softly.

"That wasn't angry, that was downright furious," Candace replied, not bothering to mention that she had seen Ferb get that way only once before.

"Ferb doesn't get furious," Gretchen pointed out.

"Under normal circumstances I'd agree with you. He scared Buford," Candace returned.

Gretchen covered her mouth in shock and her dark blue eyes went wide, "What did he do?"

"Nothing. Go have a seat, I'll bring you your glass," Candace replied.

"All right," Gretchen said then went out into the living room.

Ferb was on the phone with the lawyer, pacing back and forth like a caged tiger.

Gretchen settled into her rocking chair.

Ferb looked over at her and gave her a loving smile.

Buford was sitting on the couch, "How're ya feelin' short stuff?"

"Nervous," Gretchen replied as she watched Ferb on phone.

Ferb suddenly brought the phone to Gretchen, "Mr. Mason wants to talk with you."

Gretchen cautiously took the phone, "Hello?" she listened to the lawyer for a few minutes, "Yes," a short pause, "Yes, I'm sure..." there was another pause, "Two witnesses directly involved and another who took a video."

While Gretchen fielded question Ferb sat on the ottoman and placed her feet in his lap.

Gretchen looked up at Ferb while still on the phone, "That would be a good idea."

Ferb raised an eyebrow.

Gretchen emitted a squeak then a gasp, "Tonight? No, not a problem," she said as she started to hyperventilate.

Ferb leaned forward and lightly took the phone from her, "Mr. Mason, it's Ferb. What's happening tonight?" he listened, "I see," a listening pause, "She's understandably anxious. " A third and final pause, "Seven pm, we'll see you then."

Candace came out of the kitchen and handed Gretchen the glass of water, "What's happening at seven?"

"We're meeting with Mr. Mason," Ferb replied, setting the phone back in its charger caddy.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Candace asked.

"Mr. Mason is our lawyer, he handled my case against Jason last time," Ferb explained.

"That's not going to look good for Jason. Having a previous conviction," Candace noted.

"No, it's not," Ferb said with a smirk that could have been classified as 'evil.'

"You won your case last time," Buford recalled.

Ferb gave a nod.

"It also won't look good for Jason because Gretchen's pregnant," Candace added.

Ferb nodded again and looked over at Gretchen, who looked lost in thought.

"Well he's not going to get away, we have video evidence," Buford remarked.

"I found some frozen soups in your freezer, I'll heat those up for dinner," Candace said.

Gretchen gave a slight nod.

"Who does the cooking in this house?" Buford wondered aloud.

"We take turns. Mum and Trudy also make sure that we've got a freezer full of home cooking," Ferb replied.

"Mom never did that for me, except for when I had my kids," Candace noted with some surprise.

"It's because they saw the state of the fridge when Ferb had his heart attack. We hadn't gone shopping yet," Gretchen quietly explained.

"Don't the both of ya have insane work schedules?" Buford asked.

Ferb nodded, "Gretchen's was more sporadic than mine."

"Was?" Buford asked.

"I'm on a Temporary Leave of Absence until the baby is born, then I get switched to maternity leave," Gretchen said.

"I'll pull some long hours two or three days a week, but I'm always home by five pm," Ferb added.

"I was working shift work. When I go back in a year, I'm told I should be on straight days," Gretchen remarked.

"What about the baby?" Candace inquired.

"Without full consultation, we've been told that Mum and Trudy will babysit," Ferb said, repressing a frustrated sigh.

Gretchen gave a soft laugh.

"So they decided amongst themselves to do that?" Candace asked.

Ferb nodded.

"That's nice of them. I don't think my ma would babysit any kid o' mine," Buford remarked with a slight head shake.

"I never demanded that Mom and Dad babysit, they volunteered on occasion; as did Jeremy's parents," Candace remarked.

"We thought we would just find a daycare," Gretchen said.

"Mom won't hear of that," Candace stated.

Ferb nodded again.

Buford inclined his head towards Gretchen's abdomen, "Is your kid going to have green hair like Beanpole?"

"We don't know yet," Gretchen replied.

"Then what use are all the tests ya've gotta do?" Buford asked.

"They're to check the health of the baby," Gretchen explained.

"If that kid don't got green hair send it back," Buford grunted.

"Buford!" Gretchen admonished.

"We won't care if the baby has green hair or not," Ferb remarked.

"I'll love the baby all the same," Gretchen said, a protective glint in her eyes.

Ferb reached out and placed a hand on Gretchen's abdomen, "As long as the baby is healthy."

"I hope that Jason character didn't damage the little peanut. I know people in unpleasant places," Buford said gruffly.

"Gretchen shouldn't have too much trouble getting him arrested and charged," Ferb said.

"I'll go heat up some dinner," Candace said and went back into the kitchen.

The phone rang, and Candace plucked the kitchen handset and answered it.

"Fletcher house," she paused then stuck her head out into the living room, "Ferb, it's Phineas."

Ferb sighed and picked up the handset in the living room, "Yes?" he paused, "Sienna told you?" another pause, "Well she's going to have to fill out a witness statement."

"Buford I don't think that'll be required," Gretchen replied to Buford's earlier statement.

"No one messes with my best buddies' girls," Buford said.

Gretchen smirked at him, "Not a girl anymore Buford."

"That's for sure, you grew up nicely," Buford remarked.

Gretchen gave him a shy smile.

"I was saddened when you left for England with him," Buford said.

"Why's that?" Gretchen asked, curious.

"'Cause, I had no one to copy from in science class," Buford answered.

Gretchen rolled her eyes, "If you let that mind of yours-"

"Buford doesn't roll like that."

"You are a smart man Buford, you have such potential."

"I have a rep to upkeep."

"Why not shed the stereotypes placed on you?" Gretchen asked softly.

"Maybe I can't," Buford hedged.

"Sure you can, you can do anything you want," Gretchen pointed out.

"Maybe I needed a great girl to show me my potential," Buford shrugged.

"Stop hitting on my wife," Ferb interrupted, beginning to look mutinous.

"Just friendly banter, I'm not trying to woo her. Besides, I know you are the only guy for her," Buford tried appeasing the green haired man.

"I suppose I could introduce you to one of the CNA's," Gretchen mused aloud.

Ferb raised an eyebrow at this.

"What?" Gretchen asked him innocently.

"Are you playing match maker again?" Ferb inquired.

"If I know a couple of single people who might get along, why not introduce them?" Gretchen replied.

Ferb simply shook his head.

Gretchen rolled her eyes, "At least I'm not as bad as Isabella."

Ferb's eyebrow rose once more.

"She once tried getting Irving and me together...that was until I slapped him silly," Gretchen replied.

"I don't think-" Ferb began.

"Everyone deserves to be happy," Gretchen interjected.

There was a blank look on Ferb's face.

"There's no harm in meeting someone for coffee," Gretchen continued.

Ferb crossed his arms over his chest.

"Buford, you'd like to meet another friend wouldn't you?" Gretchen asked the husky man.

"Sure," Buford said.

Gretchen turned back to her husband, "See?"

Ferb rolled his eyes as Candace announced, "Dinner's ready."

"Buford hungry!" Buford practically shouted as he ran to the table.

Ferb rolled his eyes a second time and held out his hand for Gretchen and helped her up.

Gretchen was laughing lightly.

"And who do you know that'll put up with that?" Ferb inquired with a head jerk towards the kitchen.

Gretchen smile softly, "You'll see."

The prepackaged dinner was served and the foursome, mostly Candace and Buford, while Ferb and Gretchen were quietly talking amongst themselves, were discussing what would happen when the case went to trial.

"I hope that everything goes all right," Candace said.

"How can it not?" Buford asked.

"What if he's got a good lawyer?" Candace pointed out.

"Video," Buford pointed out.

"Video can only do so much," Candace retorted.

"It got the entire conversation," Buford pointed out.

"I don't like the fact that he's been following her," Candace mused.

Ferb heard this, "He's been what?

"It's obvious he's been following her," Buford remarked.

"No. No, no, no, no... This can't be happening," Ferb said, his distress rising once more.

"Your wife's got a stalker. The guy's not right in the head," Buford said.

Ferb turned to his wife, "Gretchen, I want you to move in with your parents until this is dealt with."

"That's not the answer Ferb," Candace remarked.

"At least if she's at her parents, I don't have to worry about him trying to break in and violate my wife," Ferb practically snarled.

"Ferb!" Gretchen exclaimed.

"I want you to be safe," Ferb said, with a look akin to a wounded puppy.

"We lock the doors and set the alarm even when we're home," Gretchen pointed out.

"That's not enough. Guys like this find ways. They sneak into the garage just after you pull in, before the door comes down," Ferb said, the pitch of his voice seeming feverish.

"You're soundin' paranoid," Buford said.

Ferb turned on Buford in anger, "How would you feel?!"

"Why not hire a former stalker for protection?" Buford suggested before finishing his meal.

Ferb was clearly disarmed, "What?"

Gretchen groaned, realizing who Buford meant, "Please tell me you don't mean-"

"Yup. I know ya dislike the guy but," Buford said.

"If you know she dislikes him then why suggest him?" Candace asked interrupting Buford.

"Who else do we know who can wiretap a house and monitor everythin'?" Buford returned.

Ferb was taking in the information, his mind working overtime as he mentally reviewed everything.

"What's he doing these days?" Candace asked.

"Police surveillance, what else?" Buford said as his companions finished their meals.

"He works for the Police Department?" Gretchen inquired.

Buford nodded, "He's actually helped with a few kidnapping cases."

Gretchen raised an eyebrow, "What about his obsession?"

Buford shrugged, "Dunno. He's either gotten over it or he hasn't."

"He had cameras set up everywhere. When I was moving out, I found cameras in places I couldn't believe," Candace chimed in, clearing away the dishes.

"Where?" Gretchen asked.

"Curtain rods, behind a doll's eye, I even found pin-hole cameras throughout the house. Once I knew what I was looking for, it was easy enough to spot," Candace replied.

"We're getting the police involved anyhow, we could ask. Worst case, they'll say 'no'. Then we turn to Phineas and get the house locked down," Ferb said finally.

"Considering the circumstances, I'm pretty sure they'll say yes," Buford remarked.

"And he has a previous offense against Ferb," Candace added.

"I've asked Phineas not to tell Mum. She doesn't need to know….At least at this juncture," Ferb said.

"I'm not going to tell my father until after everything is said and done…..Dad would murder-"Gretchen was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Buford rose from his chair, "I'll answer that."

Ferb shrugged and followed Buford to the front door, he stood just off to Buford's left as the front door was answered.

Buford opened the door, "May I help you?"

A slim older man stood at the door, his dark hair was starting to lighten at his temples. He had pine green eyes, they were firm but warm. He wore a light grey suit, with a dark tie and white shirt, in his left hand he carried a briefcase, "I'm Mr. Mason, I'm here to see Mr. Fletcher."

Ferb, upon recognizing the man moved to stand behind Buford, "It's okay Buford. He can come in."

"All right, " Buford said without his usual gruffness and he moved to the side.

Mr. Mason came inside, "Is there someplace we can speak Mr. Fletcher?"

Ferb gave a nod, "I'll get my wife and we can talk."

After an hour-long meeting in Ferb's den slash office, Gretchen, Ferb and Mr. Mason reconvened in the living room.

"That's a very interesting video. I'm glad you were able to get a copy of it. I suggest showing the police," Mr. Mason noted.

"I intend to," Ferb replied.

Mr. Mason turned to Gretchen, "I also want you to get checked out at the hospital. You should have done that already."

"Should I be going now?" Gretchen inquired.

"That would be my suggestion," Mr. Mason said as he stood.

"Candace?" Ferb called out his sister's name.

"Something the matter?" Candace asked as she came out of the kitchen.

"Would you take Gretchen to get checked out?" Ferb asked after Mr. Mason excused himself and left.

"Yeah, sure," Candace replied upon seeing the silent plead in her brother's eyes.

"Why don't you take 'er?" Buford asked.

"I'd rather not," Ferb replied, his head downcast.

"She's your wife, she's carryin' yer peanut," Buford pointed out.

"The stress of not knowing will kill me," Ferb retorted.

"Dude!" Buford exclaimed.

"I want to know that my wife and child are okay," Ferb said quietly.

"What are you thinking?" Buford asked.

"I know that I'll stress myself into another heart attack if I'm with her," Ferb replied.

"She needs you. Look at 'er," Buford said.

Ferb looked up and saw Gretchen slowly getting her sweater and shoes on.

"I'll call you as soon as I know anything," Candace said and gave her brother a reassuring hug.

Ferb stepped up to Gretchen and kissed her.

She cupped his face in her hands, "You need to stay calm honey."

"I know," Ferb replied, and he realized at that moment Gretchen looked as young as she really was.

He watched as Candace took Gretchen out to her car and pull away.

Buford shook his head, "Ya shoulda' gone with her, man."

Ferb collapsed onto the couch and covered his face with his hands.

"D'ya want me ta leave?" Buford asked.

Ferb replied, clearly upset, "I don't care."

"D'ya want me ta call Dinnerbell?" Buford inquired.

"I don't care," Ferb repeated.

Buford simply looked at him.

Ferb caught the expression on the husky man's face, "What?"

"Ya know Buford doesn't do the mushy stuff, but I would love to have a girl look at me the same way Short Stuff looks at you," Buford said.

"I'm sure you'll find someone," Ferb replied.

Buford shrugged, "Who knows? Yer lucky. You've been with 'er fer years. She loves ya, I can see it in 'er eyes."

"I love her too," Ferb said.

"I know ya do. That's why ya should be with 'er," Buford remarked.

"I wouldn't be of any use to her dead," Ferb said hollowly.

"Yer worried you are going to have another heart attack?" Buford asked.

Ferb nodded.

"Ya need to stop making your mind produce ideas of what can go wrong," Buford said.

"There are signs I need to be aware of," Ferb replied.

"Well, are ya havin' any of 'em?" Buford inquired.

Ferb gave another nod.

"Oh. Yer' not gonna have a heart attack right now are ya?" Buford asked.

"I don't know," Ferb answered.

"Do you want me to just shut up and sit?" Buford asked.

Ferb shrugged.

"I'm callin' Dinnerbell," Buford decided.

Buford went into kitchen and called Phineas while keeping an eye on Ferb, "Hey, it's me," he paused, "Yeah, yer brother's not doin' so well. I suggest ya come over," another pause, "Good," then the call was disconnected.

Buford got Ferb a glass of water. He walked back out in to the living room and offered the glass to Ferb.

"Here," Buford said.

Ferb took the glass and looked at it.

"It's water genius," Buford stated.

Ferb sat up and took a drink out of it.

"Dinnerbell will be here shortly," Buford stated.

"Do you know how to work an alarm system?" Ferb inquired.

"Of course I do. I installed one for my ma a couple years ago," Buford replied.

Meanwhile at the hospital, Gretchen nervously walked into the Emergency department. Candace followed close behind.

"I'm here for you," Candace said.

Jennifer 'Jen' Clayborne was the nurse on duty, and Gretchen was relieved.

"How can we help you this evening?" Jen started then looked up, surprised, "Gretchen?"

"I need to make sure my baby's all right," Gretchen replied quietly.

Jen took in Gretchen's appearance, "What happened?"

Gretchen exhaled slowly, "I got into an incident with that guy who Shane shut up during that winter pile up."

Jen's brow furrowed, she remembered, "You mean that guy who was eyeing you like a piece of meat?"

Gretchen nodded.

"Who is?" Jen gestured to Candace.

"My sister-in-law," Gretchen provided.

"Where's your husband?" Jen inquired, looking for the familiar shock of green hair.

"He's at home. He said he doesn't want another heart attack," Gretchen replied.

Jen gave an understanding nod and lead the two women to a small curtained area.

"You're going to run some tests on her aren't you?" Candace asked.

"Dr. Manson will need to know...Shane?" Jen turned to the male nurse who was walking by.

"What's up Jen?" Shane asked.

"Could you let Eric know that-" she began.

"Starshine, what are you doing here?" Shane inquired in surprise upon seeing Gretchen standing there.

"Shane, Dr. Manson.." Jen prompted gently.

"All right," Shane said with a seeming sigh and left.

"Can I go in with her?" Candace inquired.

Jen looked to Gretchen who nodded, "Of course."

Dr. Manson came in after a moment, Shane following, "What have we here?"

Gretchen sobbed out, "I was assaulted this afternoon and I want to make sure the baby's okay."

A look of concern flashed across the three staff members faces, then Dr. Manson said firmly, "I'm going to send you straight to ultrasound. Shane, please show our patient down."

"Of course," Shane brought over a wheelchair, "just have a seat and we'll take care of everything."

Gretchen took a seat in the wheelchair.

"Why do they-" Candace began to ask.

"Standard policy," Both Shane and Gretchen cut her off.

"I'm curious, why did you call her 'Starshine'?" Candace inquired as the trio headed for the radiology department.

Shane smiled slightly, "You're the first person to question that."

Gretchen gave a worried smile, "We were working the night shift one evening."

"Flet... Gretchen anticipated everything that night in the ER. You see there was a bad accident on the freeway due to a storm. Well, even the emergency power went out. Starshine was examining a young boy from the accident," Shane explained.

"He was scared and couldn't stop crying," Gretchen added.

"She brought him over to the window and had him look up at the stars. That was after the storm had died down obviously. He calmed down right away and was soon reunited with his parents," Shane continued.

"His parents were relieved that he was all right," Gretchen remarked.

"That still doesn't explain-" Candace said.

"Care to share what that little boy told you, Starshine?" Shane asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

"He said that whenever he felt sad he would look up at the stars," Gretchen gave a soft sob, "'Only special people are allowed to see how the stars shine.' He said that we had starshine in our eyes."

Shane placed a brotherly kiss on the side of her head, "That little boy was right."

"That's beautiful. Does Ferb know of this story?" Candace whispered.

Gretchen shook her head, "He knew there was a reason Shane calls me it."

"Since then, it kinda stuck," Shane admitted.

"Don't the other nurses or the doctors question it?" Candace inquired.

"Not really," Gretchen shrugged.

"As long as we get our jobs done, there's no harm," Shane said then stopped in front of radiology, "Here we are."

Gretchen sobbed, and held out her hand, "Candace, don't leave me."

"I'm here for you hon," Candace said.

"Dr. Manson radioed down an ultrasound," Shane said to the nurse on duty.

She nodded, "Right this way please."

"I have to wait outside for you," Shane said and took up a sentry-like position across the hall.