After a couple minutes of shock, looking from Joshua to Starsky, Hutch screamed "No! "No, she is not crazy!" He bounced up from the couch and ran towards the door. "Where is she, Joshua? I have to see her, clear this up, this is a sick mistake, how could you put her in the hospital?"

Joshua had moved to block his little brother's progress. "Ken, you can't see her tonight. She is being evaluated. She will get the best care possible."

Ken still fought hard enough that Starsky moved to restrain him as well. "Buddy, listen, you will have your chance to see her later."

Ken jerked angrily from both Starsky and Joshua and sat down hard on the couch, head buried in his hands. Carl and Cynthia, along with Judith, entered the house. Judith was the first to go to her brother and hug him. "Oh, Ken, I'm so sorry, darling, so sorry. But Mickey will be fine; she just has been under too much stress."

"Judith," Ken stated, "Mickey isn't crazy."

Judith gave him a comforting squeeze, as Carl cleared his throat and Cynthia wrung her hands.

"This has been a terrible day – a terrible day for the Hutchinsons."

"Dad? That's all you care about. Appearances?" Ken fumed.

"No, of course not," Carl backed up quickly.

Carlton entered and unlike the others in the room, appeared disinterested in the distress of the others. "So, what's the big deal? Everyone finally saw that Mickey was crazy and needed to be locked up. She did pull a gun on me, after all."

"It was filled with blanks. Meant to scare but not kill." Joshua reminded him.

Ken stared towards Carlton. "You did this, didn't you, Charlatan. You goaded her, pushed her, and she snapped. You're not going to get away with that! I wish the gun had been loaded!"

"You are as crazy as she is!"

With a growl, Ken launched himself at Carlton and began to pommel him.

Carlton, startled, took a few punches before fighting back and the two fought furiously with each other, each one landing hard blows, and Carlton's bigger frame was not helping this time against an enraged smaller brother. Carlton had never been beaten this badly, but Ken's fury made him stronger.

Starsky moved to separate the two, grabbing Hutch, but he was unable to hold onto him, and Joshua had to help and between the two of them got him off Carlton, who stood glaring as blood dripped from his nose. "Maybe you need locked up, along with her!" Carlton spit out. "You're just as crazy as she is; it seems to run in your part of the family."

"Carlton," Judith began, shocked. "What do you mean?"

"Tell him the truth, Mother and Father! Tell him who his real mother is."

"What does he mean?" Ken asked, looking from Cynthia to Carl and Judith.

Starsky guided him back to the couch and sat beside him and Joshua sat on the other side.

"Get out, Carlton, or I might shoot you for real!" Joshua said, enraged by the callousness of his middle brother.

"You are going to pay for this!" Carlton yelled towards Ken before slamming out of the house.

Judith was crying from the funeral and from the stress she felt in the room. Cynthia also had tears in her eyes, and Carl looked very uncomfortable. Joshua had his arm around Ken's shoulders and Starsky had placed a comforting hand on Ken's leg.

Joshua looked to his parents and saw that neither was ready to explain. "Ken, Carlton blurted out some information while you were sleeping. He seems determined to use it to hurt you and Mickey. I only know what he said. He said that Lena is alive and that she is really your mother – and Mickey's."

"How can that be? Lena has been dead for many years. And if she is alive, why isn't she with us?"

"Lena is not dead," Carl spoke up reluctantly. "She is alive but has been in a sanitarium for years – after she gave birth to Mickey, she lost touch with reality and had to be institutionalized. Ingrid asked Cynthia and I to take you and Mickey and raise you both as our children."

"Fred and Brandon were living in different states at the time, so no one knew that you weren't our child. Ingrid was trying to protect you and Mickey – and Lena, too."

"Protect us from what?"

Joshua squeezed his brother's shoulders. "Not what. From what I understand, it's from who. Your father."

Carl confirmed this. "Lena had to be protected from him as well as you and Mickey. If he found out about you and Mickey, Ingrid was afraid he would kidnap both of you. She had the idea about Lena having died years ago, and you and Mickey being our children so your father would never find out."

Ken sat forward, stunned, rubbing his hands together. He was having trouble processing all the information he was receiving. After looking around at everyone, he looked at Starsky, who mouthed silently, Me and Thee.

"Do you know who our father is?"

His parents shook their heads. "Only that he was a dangerous and criminal man who was obsessed with Lena and had deceived her into thinking he was a good man. When she realized, she ran away. She was pregnant with you, Ken. Ingrid hid her and Cynthia and I were away so no one would suspect we were not the baby's – your father. And then he found Lena again. Once again, she was able to escape, but she was pregnant with Mickey. We had to again hid Lena. Ingrid realized Lena would never be safe. Lena had a breakdown after Mickey's birth and had to be institutionalized. And then Ingrid and Carlton Sr. told everyone she had died."

Silence filled the living room. Judith, still crying, got up to hug Ken and say, "I love you, Ken. You're still my little brother."

Ken hugged her back but didn't say anything and didn't look into her eyes. Joshua got up to talk to Cynthia and Carl in a low voice. They both got up and awkwardly gave Ken a small peck on his cheek. "We going to Judith's tonight, Ken. We want to give you some time to think."

Josiah stayed. "Ken, do you want me to stay? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Hutch shook his head. Joshua pulled him into a full hug. "I'm here for you, Ken. And I'll keep you updated on Mickey. Call me if you need anything." Joshua's eyes meet Starsky in a silent message for him to take care of his little brother. He also laid down a small packet on the end table. Starsky nodded that he understood.

"Blondie, you have been through way too much. You need to rest and then we will work it out tomorrow." Starsky filled a glass of water and handed the sleeping pill to Hutch. "Please don't fight me on this; you need rest."

He was surprised when his partner merely nodded, took the glass of water and the pill and entered his parent's former bedroom on the first floor. He gave a slight smile to Starsky, as if to reassure him he would be fine and then closed the door.

Starsky, satisfied, lay on the couch in the front room. He was worn out and slept soundly until the next morning. He woke to find Dobey making coffee quietly.

"Is Hutch up?" Dobey queried.

"I'll peek in on him." Starsky opened the door cautiously, then, frowning he went upstairs to check the other rooms. His heart was starting to pound as he informed Dobey. "He's not here. He left."

TBC