They sat in one of the apartment building's clubhouse rooms, having just finished a private family lunch. Tom was glad the apartment had one; it allowed privacy and security and a little space to run around. His one attempt to go out to eat recently had resulted in an hour of talking to strangers who wanted to meet the famous captain. While he didn't hold that against people, that was not how he wanted to spend his first day with his family in months. Nor was that something he was willing to risk with Rachel, given recent events. Having Burk and Green guarding the door while his kids could burn off a little steam was just about ideal. He suddenly ducked as the foam football headed his way.

"Sam!"

He looked at his son, who had a mischievous look on his face.

"Oops."

"Oops, huh?" He got out of his chair, picked up the ball and exchanged a conspiratorial look with Sam's sister, who grinned and held out her hands. He tossed it to her, and the game of keep-away was underway – though it quickly evolved into keeping it away from Tom, his children using the vaulted ceiling to their advantage. After a few minutes, he glanced over to find his father and Rachel in the corner – Rachel giggling hysterically as she looked down at his father's wallet.

"Dad!"

"What?"

"Must you?"

"Allow an old man his enjoyments. You'll get to do it one day to your own kids, you know."

"Are you showing her the picture of dad wearing a diaper on his head?" Ashley asked, causing Rachel to explode in a fresh fit of giggles.

"Haven't gotten to that one yet." Jed replied evenly.

Tom looked at his father, debating his options. It would be improper to steal an old man's wallet out of his hands. So that left simply separating her from the wallet. He walked over to the table, pulled her out of her chair, and carried her across the room, still giggling.

"You stay away from him, you hear me? He's a corrupting influence." He said, depositing her in a chair.

"Is that so? And you left your children in his custody?"

Just then, Tom was hit in the head by the ball, thrown by one of his aforesaid corrupted children.

"And it shows." He scolded playfully, moving towards Sam with waggling fingers. His son went down, shrieking with laughter as he was tickled, dragging Tom to the floor. After a while, Tom relented and while Sam quieted down, laughter continued. He looked up to find Rachel right where he'd left her – holding his father's wallet, while Ashley narrated between giggles of her own.

"What the – "

"What? I stayed away from him." Ashley looked up at him, her complicity plainly evident on her face.

Okay, this has gone on long enough. He released Sam, moving towards Rachel – who saw him coming and handed it to Ashley, who tossed it to Sam, who passed it back to Rachel.

"Traitors, the lot of you!" he said, assessing tactics in this suddenly very serious battle of keep away. Rachel is the key – she's the one they're trying to show the pictures to. Within two minutes – and only revealing two more pictures, helpfully explained by his unrepentant family between guffaws – he finally had Rachel cornered. She made a break to escape, but he caught her and they ended up in a heap on the floor, Rachel on top of him, knocking the wind out of him, still laughing her ass off. He impulsively decided to shut her up with a kiss, which worked – she didn't let go of the wallet or move to get up, but she did stop laughing.

"You know, you were a really cute kid."

"Thanks, I guess." He said, suddenly remembering where he was. He looked at the kids, who he realized they hadn't actually told yet, though he was pretty sure Ashley had come to suspect it over the course of the last few hours. Sam looked at his sister, who shrugged.

"You'll be nice to him, right, Dr. Rachel?" she asked.

"Yes. Yes I will." She replied seriously.

"You promise?" Sam persisted

Rachel sat up, looking Sam right in the eye.

"I promise." He considered her words, and made a noncommittal noise. She replied with a gentle smile. "Sam, how about you come tell me about..." She suddenly flipped to the next picture in Jed's wallet "...this one." she said, holding it just out of Tom's reach. Tom sighed, surrendering as his kids sat next to them on the floor and explained each embarrassing photo in turn.

Across the room, Jed sat and smiled contentedly. His family was going to be just fine.