Sonny'd had a bad feeling before they entered the damn cave network - add in a creepy tunnel that dead ends at some old statue? Asking for trouble. And Spenser just had to go and touch the damn thing.

Rated T. Age regression/de-aging. Kid fic.

Mandy returns with info! Another Bravo Thinking Session (now with more Davis).

Chapter Twelve

Mandy made her first appearance in the barracks not long after lunch. The dark circles under her eyes were raccoon level and Sunny was fairly positive she hadn't slept since they left Tibet.

"I found another case," Ellis started talking to Jason before she even reached him, eyes still on her phone.

Jason maneuvered her by her shoulder towards the table. Clay's head had popped out of his book when she'd spoken.

Sonny kept his hand on the kid's back as those baby blues tracked Ellis' gestures. Clay shrunk against Sonny's side. His face scrunched up.

"Don't worry, Baby Spenser," Sonny patted his shoulder and smiled down at him, "Ellis is friendly."

Trent chuckled as he sat on the arm rest, "She's just a little tired."

"Nah," Sonny laughed, made circles beside his head, "She's always a little crazy." Trent stifled a snort and Clay giggled at the face he made.

Across the room Ray was standing next to Jason, arms crossed, as Ellis explained about an old woman who was reverted to a teenager back in the 50s.

"Okay, okay," Jason held up a hand, silencing the woman's rambling story, "Bottom line: how did she change back?"

The grin that spread across Ellis' face sent shivers up Ray's back.

"Her sister's grave."

"I'm sorry," Ray raised his hands up, "What?!" Jason's palm went to his face.

"When she was a teenager, her sister was sent away by their parents." Mandy's smile had officially hit manic and Ray was tempted to take a step back. "She never knew what happened to the sister."

Jason sighed, "Okay. So, we find the answer to what ails Clay at this age."

"We've already got some theories." Ray snapped his finger, smirking.

Mandy nodded, "We give the kid an answer, we get Big Clay back." She clapped her hands together.

Jason and Ray exchanged a look, "Good work, Ellis."

"Now go get some sleep," Jason pointed an accusatory finger, "And I do mean now."

Ellis didn't even roll her eyes before she agreed: a testament to her exhaustion.

As per their unspoken agreement, Bravo waited until Clay was asleep before congregating at the table to exchange info. That night they were joined by Davis and Blackburn.

"So…we need to find his mother?" Davis raised an eyebrow as she rested her arms on the table. Sonny frowned.

"Sounds like," Jason leaned back in his chair, "Sonny said she was in rehab around this time."

Sonny nodded, leaning over his beer, "From what Ash said, and Clay, I'd guess she just went." He took a swig. "I ain't convinced the answer is Mama Spenser."

"What else would it be?" Trent gestured out, "It ain't his dad. The kid seems pretty familiar with Ash being gone."

Ray pointed with the bottom of his bottle at Sonny, eyebrows knit together, "You thinking of the bear?"

"The way Ash Spenser talked about it," Sonny pursed his lips, "I think there's more to the story there."

"And we know Mrs. Spenser comes back from rehab eventually," Brock cleared his throat, "Stella said she was in and out right?" Sonny nodded. "So its not like Spenser doesn't know what was going on."

"He just didn't know at the time," Davis added, finger drumming on her beer, "Lots of parents keep stuff like that from their kids till they're older."

Trent scoffed, "And those kids all turn out fine?"

"We can find a mother," Jason sighed, scratching his forehead, "A stuffed animal from twenty years ago?"

Blackburn shifted in his seat, "You think you can find out more, Sonny?" Sonny shrugged. Blackburn raised his brow.

"We could try Seaver," Sonny offered, nodding towards Jason, "Not sure how that'll work with Baby Spenser though."

"He still clinging to you?" Davis' lips quirked up.

Brock snorted.

"Oh yeah." Trent laughed, raised his beer to his mouth.

"He'll hang with the rest of us," Brock explained, "But he always slingshots back to Sonny."

Sonny gestured wide, "He's got good taste." A round of laughter erupted. It was almost a full minute before silence reigned.

"Jason, you and Ray talk to Seaver, see what you can find out. Be discreet." Blackburn set them to tasks. "Davis. Same to you, but find Belinda Spenser."

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