In a car watching the Walker family and Williamson head for an SUV sat Johnny Harris with a cell phone in his hands. He had to let Marcellinio know about Williamson. Something had to be done to stop the man from talking to the police. He dialed the familiar number then waited patiently for his employer to pick up and when he did he could tell Marcellinio was not happy to have a call.

Harris raised his hands in protest as he watched the SUV carrying Williamson drive off. "We got a rat."

"What! Who!" He could hear Marcellinio talking to a woman then heard rustling. "Are you watching the rat right now?"

"Yeah, it's Smokes. Couldn't tell exactly what had happened, but he seemed to be pretty close to Alex Cahill-Walker. Though, John Norris didn't seem too appreciative of him." Harris shook his head. "What do you want me to do?"

Marcellinio cursed. "Bring him to me. I would love to see him beg for his life."

"Sure thing. When do you want me to do that?"

"When we bring in Walker. Wait a few weeks, let him get settled in. Then, get one of my men to get him. As for the ex-Ranger, he'll be easy to take down. You can do that job on your own."

Harris nodded. "Understand. I'll get the job done."

Later That Night

It was still hard for Alex to believe that Walker had a twin brother and knew it would take her quite awhile to get use to seeing Williamson. Right now Jarod sat in a holding cell at Ranger Headquarters, more for his safety then anything else. Unfortunately, he wasn't allowed to see Walker anymore unless accompanied by a detective or a Texas Ranger. But the story he was telling to the Rangers could lead to the biggest black market case in American history.

Walker stirred in his sleep then rolled his head towards Alex. "How long have I been out?"

"Several hours." She turned as Erica handed her a cup of coffee. "Thank you."

Erica rubbed her shoulder. "No problem, sweetie. How's Sydney?"

"At home with Lyana. I think she's coming down with what Ray has." Alex smiled up at Walker. "You had another grad-mal seizure. They had to do several tests."

"So, they drugged me again?" Walker took a deep breath then slowly sat up straighter. "I'm getting tired of having drugs pumped into me." He shook his head. "I've been in here long enough. Time for me to get going home."

Alex shook her head as she watched her husband struggle to get up. "Walker, please lay down." She stood up and gently pushed down onto his shoulders. "You had two grad-mal seizures in less than two days. Doctor Miller wants you to stay just a few more days for observation."

Walker's shoulders slumped as he got that look Alex was all too familiar with. For six years she knew her husband battled depression nearly on a daily basis. Sometimes it got so bad he wouldn't do anything, but sit at the ranch all day. It worried her to no end, but there wasn't anything she could really do except to be by her husband's side.

Erica gave Alex's shoulders a gentle squeeze. "I'll leave you two alone."

Alex reached up and patted Erica's hand. "Thank you." When Erica left the room Alex turned to Walker to see him gently fingering the stitches on his right eyelid. She gently took his hand into hers and pulled it away. "It won't be that noticeable once it heals." Walker sighed heavily and Alex could have sworn she saw him quiver. "Walker…?"

"Sorry." He turned his head towards Alex. "I was just thinking. I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" Alex sat down on the bed next to him and took hold of his left hand. "Are you in pain? Is there anything I can…"

"No." Walker snapped back which almost made Alex cry. He turned to her, his face showing his obvious emotional pain. "I'm sorry. I just got a lot on my mind." He sighed heavily then shook his head. "It's not your fault."

Alex began to rub his back, being extra careful because of all the bruises that covered it. "Do you want me to leave?" He slowly shook his head. "Okay, I'll be right here." She patted his back then smiled. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." He turned his head towards her. "If you don't mind, I want a good burger."

Alex beamed. "I'll get something to eat. I'll be back in about ten minutes." She tired to give him a kiss, but he moved his head away. This got her to nearly burst in tears, but she knew she had to give him space. "I'll be back."

Walker watched as his wife left the room then took a deep breath as his mind began to race about his life. For as long as he lives he will have to be medicated to take care of the seizures and will have to frequent the hospital to see if the epilepsy has caused any brain damage. And now, he may have scarring from the eye surgery. Will he be able to wear a glass eye? Or will he forever be stuck wearing an eye patch?

The door to his room opened and as he looked up he saw Doctor Miller walking in with a nurse directly behind him. He groaned when he saw a needle on the tray and knew it was probably pain medication. Why can't they just give him Tylenol?

"I see you're finally awake." Miller stepped up to Walker's side and began to check his vitals. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay." Walker allowed Miller to shine a light into his good eye. "When can I go home?"

Miller waved the light back and forth then clicked it off. "You had another grad-mal seizure. That makes two in two days. We would like for you to stay for observation." He wrote down some notes in a folder then flipped it closed. "But, if you promise me to come back for weekly checkups for a month, I'll release you tomorrow."

Walker smiled. "Deal." He shook the doctor's hand then watched as the nurse put the tray on the table. On it Walker could see bandages and other supplies to put on his damaged eye. "This will only take a few minutes. And tomorrow, we will show Alex how to dress the surgery site while you're at home."

Sure enough it only took a few minutes to clean the surgery site and to place a large piece of gauze over his eye orbit. Once securely taped in place he was offered a muscle relaxer which he quickly declined. No way was he falling asleep once again because of pain medication. He will deal with the soreness and the constant pain his way. This gut a disgruntle grunt from Miller, but he let Walker be with just a few Tylenol.

A few minutes after he left the room, Alex came walking in with a smile on her face and two take out bags in her hands. "Got you a cheeseburger with everything." She placed the bag on the bed tray then began to pull out the food. "I see Miller came in while I was away."

"Yeah, had to put the new bandage on." He smiled. "He did say I can go home as long as I make weekly visits." He grabbed the wrapped cheeseburger, wishing he could smell it. "Where's Williamson right now?"

"At Range HQ, where he'll be safe." Walker got a curious look on his face which caused Alex to rub his arm. "Walker, he's the one that was sent to kill you and the twins."

The news hit Walker harder then the kicks he had received a few days ago. "All that time…" He shook his head, embarrassed and ashamed on how he let the man play him so well. "He works for Marcellinio." He glanced up at Alex. "Is he really my twin brother? We believe somebody might be in the inside. I want another test."

Alex rubbed his arm. "We'll have Doctor Miller look into it tomorrow."

Three Months Later

The ranch was eerily quiet as Jarod Williamson awoke from a deep and restless sleep. He rubbed his face on the pillow then glanced at the clock to see it was nearing seven in the morning. A low grown escaped his lips as he slowly sat up in bed to rub his hands through his short brown hair. As he took a deep breath he could smell bacon being cooked which caused his stomach to growl. Wonder who was up this time? Usually it was Walker, who would cook breakfast before he started on the daily work that kept the ranch functioning.

Slowly Jarod got out of bed and made his way through the house to the kitchen where he could see Walker standing over the stove. He took another deep breath then patted his brother on the back. Bacon, eggs, hash browns with what looked to be green peppers and toast. He would have never taken Walker as a cook, but surprisingly the man knew his way around the kitchen.

At first it was rather strange to be living here, but as the days went by, Jarod got use to the ankle bracelet and the boredom that followed. A week after Walker's brutal attack from the gang, Jarod was put into protective custody for one month. After an evaluation to prove he was no longer a threat he was put under house arrest. Problem was, he lived by himself in a rented apartment and his probation strictly said he had to live with someone. So, Walker took him into his house and is even paying for the fees.

"Here's breakfast." Walker handed Jarod a plate then fixed himself one. "Just another month, right? And then you'll be going to court."

Jarod nodded as he sat down. "Yeah. Thanks again for taking me in."

"No problem, you are my brother after all."

Outside, Sydney walked up to the front door of the Walker's house then gently knocked, not wanting to wake the kids up just yet. It was her turn to take them to school today which left Gage at home with Lyana. The door opened revealing Jarod, Walker's twin brother. Sydney's eyes nearly popped out of her face at the site of him.

Though she has known Jarod for a few months, she has never seen him with his shirt off till now. He was extremely well built and in fact, more so than even Gage. Walker wasn't even this built, she's seen him spar with Gage numerous times to know. She quickly blinked then looked up to Jarod's face to see him smiling down at her. Her cheeks instantly went red and she had to clear her throat to choke back the embarrassment.

"Walker's in the dining room." He closed the door behind her and went to the guest bedroom to grab a t-shirt. "How's Lyana?"

"Doing good." Her eyes followed Jarod then her attention snapped to Walker who had stepped into the living room. "Walker, you're looking really good."

He shrugged as he sat down on the sofa with a youth novel in his hands. "Thanks."

Sydney took a look at Walker, still not accustomed to seeing him with the eye patch. Unfortunately, his eye orbit didn't heal as well as it should have and now he will have to wait three more months for another surgery. She could tell this frustrated him even though he tried hard to hide it from her and everybody else.

Jarod came walking back into the living room and patted Walker on the shoulder. "Why don't you start on the chores. When the kids wake up, I'll get them ready."

Walker nodded. "Good idea." He smiled at Sydney. "Thanks again."

"Oh no problem. I'm glad to help you and Alex out." When Walker stood up she gave him a hug. "How are things working out for you and Williamson?"

"Doing rather well. He's helped out so much with the kids and the house work. He's even teaching Angela how to do some flips so she can try out for cheerleading. Which I think she's too young for, but apparently they start early." He put the novel down then took a deep breath. "I'll be out in the barn if you need me."

Williamson watched Walker as he walked through the kitchen then could hear the back door open as he headed out to do the daily chores. Because of his ankle monitor, he was mainly stuck to the ranch house which was actually a good thing. It gave him time to think about his actions and become even closer to the Walkers. And in fact, little Ray actually began to call him uncle. It was odd, but it was a nice feeling to Jarod who thought the family would never except him in.

He turned to Sydney to see her sitting on the sofa drinking a cup of coffee. "Alex had to go in early today." He went to the kitchen to get a cup for himself then went to the living room. "So, you think Gage is ready for HQ Captain?"

Sydney shrugged as she sipped at her coffee. "He likes working in the field. Ranger Billings might take over for HQ Captain since Trivette is thinking about retiring once his second son is born." Shock spread across her face. "Oh my gosh, that's gotta be really soon!" She checked her watch then smiled. "Just a few more days."

Jarod laughed as he sat down in the rocker across from Sydney. "The Trivette's must be very excited." He took a glance at the stairs as he heard noises from Ray's room. "Sounds like the little one is awake." He smiled at Sydney. "Be right back."

Slowly he climbed up the stairs then cracked open the door leading to Ray's room. There, sitting in the middle of the floor was his nephew playing with a few action figures. Ray turned to him, beamed that smile of his and came running up to him.

"Uncle Jarod!" He jumped into Jarod's waiting arms then gave him a hug around the neck.

"Hey, Ray!" He ruffled the kids hair then sat him down on his bed. "How long have you been up?"

Ray shrugged. "Just a few minutes. What are we having for breakfast?"

"I'm thinking french toast." He smiled down at the young boy. "Let me get you ready for school."

Almost an hour later, Jarod had both Walker children fed and ready for school. Angela, who still was shy around him sat at the dining room table finishing up some last minute homework and Ray sat in front of the television watching cartoons. He checked the time then walked out to the back porch his heart beating faster as he began to worry about Walker. He should have come in by now, wonder if everything was okay.

He leaned over the railing of the back porch knowing too well if he stepped off it it would trigger the alarm on his ankle bracelet. His heart began to beat even faster when he saw Walker sitting in the lawn mid-way between the house and the barn, his hands cradling his head.

"Sydney!" He hollered as he ran inside. "I need for you to check on Walker!"

Outside Walker sat in the middle of the lawn not exactly sure what had happened to him. One minute he was walking towards the house, the next he awoke in the grass, his temple bleeding from where he had hit his head on a rock. Luckily for him, it was just a small cut and wouldn't require any stitches.

"Walker! Don't move!" He glanced up to see Sydney running towards him with a worried look written all over her face. "Hang on!"

"I'm fine." Walker attempted to stand which got his head to swim. The drowsiness usually meant he had suffered a seizure and had passed out. How long was he out for? "Don't worry about me, it's just a cut." Sydney knelt down next to him and tried to check the cut on his hairline, but he just waved her off. "It's nothing. I just fell, that's all."

Sydney took hold of his right arm then helped him to stand. "Did you have a seizure?"

Walker shook his head. "I don't think so." He allowed Sydney to help him to the back porch where he wearily sat down on one of the porch chairs. "I'll be fine."

Jarod appeared with the first aid kit in his hands. "Let me clean that cut."

"I said I'm fine. I don't want to worry Angela." Walker shook his head as embarrassment washed over him. He has only fallen a few times because of a seizure and each time he felt stupid even though he shouldn't. "I'm just going to sit here for a bit. Sydney, why don't you take the kids to school. Jarod's here to help me out if anything goes wrong."