A/N: Let's see-what do I love about this story so far? Eve! And "my" Jasmine alsobut I'll always love her cause she's the only character I created myself that I have left (and I've only got myself to blame for that one-LOL) If you've got major questions about certain things in the story e-mail me seperately and I'll make sure that somewhere in the story that question gets answered, or point it out to where to look. Until next time-ya'll are the best and rewriting history is fun-PCGirl.

Eve walked off the elevator with her confidant 'I-just-won-the-battle' smile. "Hello Mrs. Scanlon."

Karen smiled at her friends response—the wedding was three weeks away but Eve was already trying to get used to saying Scanlon instead of Wexler, "Not yet—but soon. I can't believe I'm having a wedding—but Mary wanted to see one of her boys get married in a church and since Joe and Gabby went to a courthouse down there I figured Frank and I could have a wedding. Won't hurt anything." She looked over at her and noticed her attitude was different for the first time in months, "And what are you grinning about?"

"I just got talking to Alan and he said he sees no reason I can't take a full work load—now I just have to find my dear husband and Chris and rub their noses in it," she laughed as she grabbed the file she had wanted earlier.

"They are just trying to make sure you don't over do it Eve—and you have a tendency to do just that."

"I know, but it's been nine months since I had my accident and five since I left the hospital—I should be allowed to have a full workload."

"But you're also two months into a high risk pregnancy—don't forget that."

"Believe me—nobody is going to let me forget that until this little one comes out safe and healthy," she spoke while rubbing her stomach casually. "So are you going to let me see this patient or wrestle the file away from me?" she grinned as Karen just laughed at her and walked away. "Good answer."

"I'm sorry—he got to his car before I could catch him—he dropped the money though and I got the license plate number," said the man in the suit as he handed Alison the bag.

"Thanks," she smiled as she took it from him and then took a better look at him. His hair was longer than one would expect it to be—at least it seemed that way to her. He also seemed to not quiet fit into it perfectly—like in reality he'd be something else—not a businessman. His eyes—they were pulling to her—almost calling to her in a way, "I'm sorry—I didn't get your name."

"Oh, I'm sorry—I'm Caleb Morley," he said as he shook her hand.

"I'm going to get the nurses to do draw some blood on you, Mr. Fountain, and then I'll come back to see how you're doing in a bit," smiled Eve as she walked out of his room and directly into what felt like a brick wall—except for it was her husband. "Hi," she said as she leaned up and kissed his cheek—patting it twice before walking back towards the desk.

"What do you think you're doing woman?" he said in a low tone.

"Working. Colleen—Mr. Fountain needs blood drawn—I want a CBC, but tell the lab to run a Blood Smear if anything looks abnormal. Thanks," she smiled and then turned to Ian. "I talked to Alan and he said I was fine to work a regular shift."

"Having to deal with that crazy family of his has obviously pushed him over the edge."

"Just accept that you've lost the battle and we will once again be butting heads from the time we come to work until we go home to our son."

"I'll accept I lost the battle but never the war," he grinned.

"Caleb Morley, well thank you very much for chasing that robber down. It definitely wasn't necessary," said Lucy as she stared at him—trying her hardest to read him.

"I started my business from the ground up—I know how it is in the beginning, every cent counts on whether you can continue on for another month."

"That's very true. Thank you Mr. Morley."

"Please, call me Caleb."

"I'm sorry—Caleb. Listen, I'm sure the police will be here soon. Can I get you some coffee until they get here?" she asked.

"Yes, that'd be nice," he spoke as he went into the building.

"Are you coming, Lucy?"

"Yes, I'll be in there in just a minute," she smiled as she watched Alison go in and then began to make a phone call.

Jasmine smiled as she closed her eyes and realized who it was that Lucy was calling. She already had guessed who the officer to take Alison and Caleb's statement would be—but Lucy, Lucy's thoughtfulness for a good friend was going to make Jasmine wish she had a front row seat inside that little bakery. Oh well—she just closed her eyes and imagined the past—no matter who they were—inside and out—the conversation would somehow drift to the same tone as before, she could feel it.

Livvie grinned at watching Eve walk off with Ian explaining their voices in the same normal banter that defined their marriage. "Livvie Locke," she answered the phone.

"Livvie—it's Lucy. Listen—I don't want to bother you but I was coming by the bakery and Alison just got robbed."

"Oh my God—is she ok?"

"Yeah, she's fine—some weird businessman got the license plate number. She doesn't want me to call Jamal, but I was wondering—if you aren't too busy—."

"If I'll come sit with her? Sure—let me just tell the arguing doctors on duty where I'm going and then I'll be right there," she said as she hung up the phone and followed the loud talking coming from the direction of the doctor's lounge.

"I need to go call and check on Christina—will you be ok by yourself?" asked Lucy as Alison nodded and she slipped out.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked Caleb.

"No—why don't you go in the back and start your baking muffins or whatever it is you need to do."

"I think I'm just going to call it a day early—I'm not really sure I can handle being in here all day. I'll be right back," she said as she went into the back to put away some of the stuff she'd pulled out earlier. Alison was in the back for a few minutes when she heard a loud noise and shouting out front. She ran out to see a police officer trying to handcuff Caleb. "Hey—what's going on?"

"I wanted to take him down for questioning ma'am, but he wouldn't go peacefully," spoke Rafe as he grabbed Caleb's arms tighter.

"He didn't do anything—he chased the guy you're looking for."

"You don't know that—he could be an accomplice?"

"And why would the accomplice return all the money?" she asked matter-of-factly as Caleb got out of his grasp and moved away from him.

"Well—I—uhm."

All thoughts and conversations ended when Livvie stormed into the building, "Alison—I got here as soon as Lucy called me—is everything ok?" she asked as she looked at her friend and then the other man in the room. "You."