Author's note: It's coming…
"You look good, Davis. For a man who can't have sex, anyway." Maureen was bubbly and enigmatic as usual.
Roger felt himself going red. "Thanks, Mo," he muttered. He looked at Joanne. "Did you have to bring her, Jo?"
Joanne nodded. "Yeah. Think of her as…comic relief."
"Pookie!" Maureen feigned offense. "Besides, he can't have sex. Not with Mimi right now, anyway."
"No," Roger agreed. "I can't. Too risky. Doctor Anderson said I need to be careful. After last time…" He trailed off.
Maureen nodded. He was referring to the previous April, when he had collapsed in the apartment the day after his father was sent to jail. Mimi called 911, and tests had shown them that he T-cell count was low. However, Doctor Anderson had informed them that if Roger was extremely careful around sick people, didn't skip pills, and took care of himself, he had at least ten more years in him. So far, Roger had done his best.
Joanne cleared her throat. "Anyway, on to business. Have you decided what charges to press?"
Roger thought a moment. "Well, definitely kidnapping. Um…assault…"
"Assault with intent to kill, aggravated assault or assault and battery?"
Roger shrugged. "Is there a difference?"
"Yes, there is. I'd go with aggravated assault."
"Okay, that then."
"Anything else?"
"What about sexual assault?" Maureen piped up.
Roger shook his head. "Can't prove it. So, we'll go with kidnapping and aggravated assault."
"Sounds good." Joanne smiled. "Hungry?"
Roger nodded. "Starving. Let's eat."
On the way home, Roger poked his head into Life Support. Paul smiled warmly. "Welcome back, Roger. Come, take a seat. How's your life these days?"
Roger grinned, looking around at Pam, Sue, Gordon and the others. "Things are going well, actually. Mimi and I have a daughter now-here I have pictures." He passed around a photo of Marina.
Pam smiled. "She's gorgeous! How's Mimi?"
Roger shrugged. "She and Marina have chicken pox. I have to avoid them because I've never had it."
Paul nodded. "Good idea. And how are you?"
"Well, we found out that my T-cells are low, but I've been doing better. The doctor tells me that if I play my cards right, I've got at least ten more years on me."
Paul nodded. "I see. Anything else? How's Mark?"
"He's great. He's been dating my sister, actually."
"You have a sister?"
"Yeah, we just found out about her. She's eighteen, and just graduated at the top of her class."
"What's her name?"
"Firefly." Roger smiled, glancing at his watch. "Oh, jeez, I've gotta go. I have a meeting with Allison Grey's attorney in half an hour. It was great seeing everyone."
"Don't be a stranger," Paul smiled. "Any of the group. You're welcome back anytime. We've missed you down here."