She nodded. "Okay. But don't be afraid to call me if anything happens."

Later in the day Walker sat at the dining room table trying to work on his textbooks and not succeeding. Without Terry or his sons coaching him along he found it difficult to focus. Jarod had offered to help him, but it was just too awkward and embarrassing. He reread the same page over and over again, then closed the book with a huff. He'll have to come back to it later.

Jarod looked up from the book he was reading then pointed to the workbook. "Done already?"

Walker shook his head. "No, but I'll work on it again." He stretched then checked his watch. "Almost time for lunch. What did you want today?"

"Let me cook for you today. I got a killer Mexican dish that you will like." He got up and patted Walker's shoulder. "We'll one of the twins stop by today?"

"John might. Depends on if he can get time off. Mike, he's going to be transferred to Galveston. So, he's busy all day filling out the paperwork."

Jarod went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "How do you feel about him transferring down there?"

"I'm really proud." Walker stepped into the kitchen to see his brother pulling out a package of chicken cut specifically for stir fry or enchiladas from the refrigerator. "I'm hoping it will just lead to bigger and better things for him." He leaned against the counter with a deep breath. "I've been thinking about something, Jarod. What do you think about visiting the Reservation?"

Jarod snapped his head to Walker, his face showing his shock. "I thought that most of the elders didn't want you to visit anymore? You know, because you decided to focus on your life here…"

"Yeah, I talked to Elder Robert and he said he'll visit with us." Walker took a deep breath, his mind reeling over visiting the Reservation. "I only visited a few times in the past ten years. Heck, Ray hasn't even been up there yet." He took a deep breath then smiled at Jarod. "Are you ready to see the pictures?"

"Yeah, I think I'm ready." Jarod shook his head. "So, I'm really part Cherokee?"

"Where do you think you get your dark hair from?" Walker chuckled as he went through the living room and to a cupboard in the hallway. Here he has stored several boxes of old photographs so his kids could take a look at them whenever they got curious about their history. "It seems you take after more of the Cherokee than I do."

"Always wondered about my heritage. Especially since I have an olive complexion. Heck, I always thought I was Hispanic." Jarod chuckled. "Boy, was I wrong."

Walker made his way into the dining room and placed the box on the table. "Smells good."

"Thanks. It's one of my specialties."

After lunch Walker did the dishes then went back to the dining room to see Jarod flipping through one of his workbooks. Walker sighed heavily as he sat down across from his brother. Jarod handed him the workbook and pointed to an open page.

"Let me help you. Please." Jarod sighed heavily. "I know that we just got to know each other, but I've really started to love you as a brother and I'm kicking myself daily for even thinking about hurting you and your family." He took a deep breath then smiled at Walker. "Now, I'll do anything to make sure your family is safe."

Walker had to chuckle. "That's a long speech just to get you to help me." He smiled at his brother, his heart going out to the man in front of him. "Sure, you can help me."

Jarod got up and sat next to Walker. "Okay, what are you stuck on?"

After an hour of work Jarod finally helped Walker through two pages of the textbook and felt really good about it. His brother suffered from a learning disability and though it was slightly frustrating when Walker couldn't pick up the simplest of problems, it did feel great when Walker figured things out on his own. He could tell his brother got embarrassed and even flustered, but Jarod knew that was all part of his daily recovery.

Jarod closed the work book then pulled the box closer to him. "You did really good today."

"Thanks." Walker's voice told Jarod he was still flustered. "Just wish I could read normally."

"Your doing really well." He shrugged at Walker while he pulled the lid off the box. "You just have to remember, it's the head injury that's making it difficult. It's not your fault at all." He grabbed a few photos and took a good look at them. Two of them was of Walker as a young kid, the other however showed a man in a light colored shirt and dark pants. "Is this dad?"

Walker took a look at the photo then nodded his head. "That's dad. He's full blooded Cherokee. Mom was Irish." He smiled as his eyes shone with forgotten memories. "He was a great man."

For the next two hours Walker and Jarod shared stories about their childhood. Both laughed at how very similar their lives were even with both being adopted. It was amazing to see that each served in the military, both went to college and got into law enforcement. One thing that was slightly different was the fact Williamson is much more out going. While taking martial arts, he did gymnastics and excelled at it till he damaged his shoulder trying out for the Olympics as a young officer. Williamson still did gymnastics with his martial arts training to keep him fit.

Williamson leaned back into his chair with a smile. "So, do you still train in martial arts?"

"Yeah, it actually helps with my hand and eye coordination." He sighed heavily. "Glad I can get back into it after the attack." Walker shook his head. "That was a close call." His eyes went down to his right hand then he smiled. "Thanks for teaching Angela how do flips for cheerleading. Even though she hasn't said it, I know she really likes it."

"Thanks. She's picking up on it rather quickly." He stretched then nudged Walker's arm. "Have you ever thought about doing gymnastics?"

Walker chuckled. "Back in high school, I did it very briefly. Didn't like it."

His attention snapped to the back door as loud footsteps pounded on the wooden porch. He quickly stood up then turned to Jarod who looked calm, but he could tell in his brother's eyes something was wrong. A loud boom shook booth men out of their thoughts and Walker sprinted to the hallway where he kept his handgun. Quickly he took the lock off, pieced it together then slammed an ammunition clip inside the handle.

"Shit! It's Marcellinio's men!" Jarod ran back to Walker stood and shook his head. "I'm going to call the police…" His voice faded as the door to the back porch splintered then caved in. "No time, I'll pull the chord on the…"

Walker quickly spun his gun around in time to see a man club Jarod on the back of the head. His brother crumpled to the ground in a heap as a large man smirked then kicked him in the legs.

"He's not so tough." He cracked his neck then smiled at Walker. "There's nothing you can do to me. If you shoot me, it'll look like murder."

Lifting the gun and studying it with his left hand Walker aimed at the man's left shoulder. One good thing came from having one eye and that was his aim has immensely improved. However, since the last attack his index finger and thumb have been slightly tender. He pushed the pain aside as he moved slightly to get better aim. Then he pulled the trigger sending a bullet straight into the man's shoulder.

"What the hell!" The man stumbled backwards, his right hand dropping the club and grabbing his shoulder. "Jameson! Vaughn! Get in here now!"

Walker's heart began to beat hard against his chest as two more men came running into the kitchen, both with handguns. His eyes spotted the unit on the kitchen counter which sent signals to Williamson's ankle bracelet. If he could shoot that, police will arrive within minutes.

A man with a dark tan went up to Williamson and nudged him with his boot. "Let's get them inside the van before somebody shows up."

"He fucking shot me!" Shouted the first attacker. "Put the gun down, Walker! Or I will have Vaughn kill Williamson!"

"You won't kill him!" Walker aimed at the man named Vaughn as he saw movement from his brother. "I know Marcellinio wants us alive."

His brother's voice cut through the fog like a knife and Jarod almost grimaced at the ache pounding in his skull. But he pushed the pain aside as his mind quickly kicked into survival mode. He knew Marcellinio wanted his victims to be relatively unharmed so he could have them tortured later on for information. This meant that the men here could only rough him and Walker just enough to get them submissive. Perfect.

Very slowly he lifted his head up just enough so he could see Walker pointing the gun at Vaughn. Next to him cursing was Bowen who had apparently been shot in the shoulder. He must have been the one that had knocked him out. Okay, so that meant at least one of the goons was slightly disabled now. Good. His brother's eye flickered to him for one brief second, long enough for Jarod to nod his head.

He heard the explosion of the gun being shot once again and knew now was his time to act. Quickly he got to his feet and elbowed Bowen in the stomach then, as the man doubled over in pain, he kneed him straight in the nose.

"Walker! Don't you have that alert on you!" He punched Bowen several times in the face till the man finally dropped to his knees. "You know, the one that Alex forces you to wear!" He laced both his hands and slammed his fists into the back of the man's head. This stunned Bowen just enough for him to slump to the ground, groaning in obvious pain.

Walker quickly reached into his pocket, pulled out a little keychain then pushed a button. "I didn't know I would actually get to use it." He dodged Vaughn's attack then spun the gun around in his hands. Using it as a club he slammed it into the man's temple. "Are you okay?" He ducked a punch and counterattacked with a knee to the stomach then several punches to the Vaughn's face. "You took quite a…" He grunted as the man tackled him to the ground. Once again Walker used the gun in his hands as a club and pounded it into the man's face till he slumped down then rolled off of him unconscious. "You took quite a hit."

"I'm okay, I got a hard head!" Shouted Jarod who got a laugh from Walker as a reply.

The remaining man, this one named Jameson frantically glanced around then bolted out of the kitchen door. Walker slowly got up then made his way to the kitchen where he grabbed a few zip ties from one of the drawers. Then he went to both of the semi-unconscious men and secured their arms behind their backs.

"Who the hell did you shoot?"

Walker shrugged. "The third guy took a step forward. I shot at his foot to stop him." He went back into the kitchen where he grabbed an ice pack from the freezer. "Here, put this on your head." He threw it to Jarod who caught it left handed. "Police will be here shortly."

The news shocked Alex, unfortunately she couldn't leave court because of a high profile case. She had to wait, rather impatiently till she was able to leave to go home. Sydney and Gage offered to watch the children so the Trivettes can be ready just in case Erica gave birth. Alex was very thankful for this. The Trivettes needed to focus, just in case Erica went into labor.

As she pulled into the driveway she could see Gage's car parked there along with another she couldn't quite place. She parked in the lawn, got out then ran up the porch stairs hoping and praying that everything was okay. As she walked into the house she was stunned to see blood in the hall leading to the kitchen and a squeak escaped her lips.

"Alex!" Came Walker's voice from the living room. "I'm okay, nothing happened to me." He rushed to her and gave her strong embrace. "Don't worry, I'm okay." She cried into his shoulder and he slowly rubbed her back to comfort her. "That little alert you bought me came in handy after all." He pulled back and smiled at her. "See, nothing wrong with me."

She sniffled then smiled back at him. "I'm glad to know you're safe." Her attention shifted around the room to see Gage sitting on the sofa talking to a man she has never seen before and saw Billings in the kitchen taking notes. "Where's Jarod?"

"He got a nasty hit to the head. He's staying in the hospital overnight for observations."

Gage laughed. "You should have seen it Alex. He wanted to stay here with Walker till you arrived home. He even began to argue with the paramedics." He glanced at Walker then laughed some more. "You should have seen it Alex," He paused to shake his head as the smile quickly faded. "It was freaky."

"Dad!" Alex turned to see John running into the house with Mike right behind him. "You okay!"

Walker hugged both his son's then smiled at them. "I'm doing good. Don't worry about me."

Alex once again turned to her husband and saw the sincerity in his eyes. She knew then he was telling the truth, he wasn't harmed in any way. This made her to visibly relax as she slumped into the nearest available chair. Her husband has escaped this time completely uninjured and she had to smile. Just like old times before Brookdale first attacked Walker leaving him struggling daily with reading and coordination problems.

Billings appeared from the kitchen. "Okay, a team is coming over now to clean up the blood." He sat down on the other rocker right across from Alex. "Got off the phone with Captain Garrett. He wants to see this cased closed before he retires. So, SWAT is on their way now to Marcellinio's warehouse."

Mike cursed which quickly got him a slap on the shoulder from Walker. "Sorry dad. I'm trying."

"I know you want to go, but you're too close to the case." John patted his brother's shoulder. "I'm just glad you're okay dad."

Gage slowly stood up. "I should get going home. Sydney's been home with the kids for awhile." He nodded to the man sitting on the couch. "That is Agent Thompson from the FBI. He'll be staying here for a few days just in case." He went up to Alex and gave her a hug. "Do you want Ray and Angela to stay at our house for tonight?"

"If you don't mind." She pulled back from her friend and patted him on the shoulder. "I really appreciate this."

"No problem. Just take care of yourselves."

Marcellinio's Warehouse

The news made Marcellinio so mad he slammed his cell phone against the cement wall of the interrogation room. He knew he waited too long to send men to capture Walker and Smokes. And now, three of his men were in custody and according to his inside man SWAT team was now coming to raid the strip club. He had to get out of here and fast.

He ran out of the interrogation room and down the hall towards the underground warehouse. As he walked in he could see Gordman and Martin frantically trying to shred as much paperwork as they could. Because of Calone he was out several million dollars and couldn't recoup any losses if he was to destroy the goods located at this location. But did he really have a choice?

"Burn everything!"

Gordman snapped his head to Marcellinio. "Are you mad!"

"Most of the valuable items have been moved already. Just burn it and let's go! SWAT will be here any minute!"

Martin frantically nodded. "Right!" He ran down the hall to turn off the sprinkler system. Once he returned, he grabbed a piece of paper, lit it then threw it in the nearest box. He did this several times till he was satisfied. "Let's go!"

Walker Ranch Later That Night

The house was really quiet as Alex walked through it to make sure all the windows and doors were locked. In the spare bedroom, where Jarod usually slept she could see Thompson sitting on the bed looking her way. She smiled at him, waved then climbed up the stairs to get ready for bed. As she passed the bedroom on instinct she peered into it to check on Walker. She could see him sleeping on his side, his back facing her. Ever since he came home from the initial attack he found himself always tired. Several doctors visits showed that the drowsiness wasn't connected to the epilepsy or the brain damage. More than likely, it was depression.

She was about to head to the bathroom when she heard a soft grunt come from their bedroom. Quickly she sprinted in there to see Walker's body twitching ever so slightly. Thinking it was another seizure she patiently waited it out. But after a few minutes she began to get worried and reached over to shake her husband awake. Maybe it was a bad dream?

"Walker?" She gently pushed his shoulder which got a grunt from him. "Wake up. You're having a bad dream."

Walker's good eye slowly fluttered open and he appeared rather dazed as he came to. "Seizure?"

Alex studied her husband's face, her heart going out to him. Walker's face was covered in scars, most of them from the attack that nearly killed him. What took her aback was his right eye which remained closed and had thick scarring around it. Even though Walker had the stitches removed a month ago, unfortunately the eye orbit didn't heal as well as Doctor Bowen had thought. Now, her husband had to wait three months for another surgery to hopefully fix the problem.

"I'm not sure." She moved back so her husband could sit up. "Do you remember anything about what you were dreaming of?"

His eyes seemed to clear as he smiled at her. "I'm okay, it was nothing." He took a deep breath then ran his hand through his hair. "Don't worry about me." His head quickly snapped around as the phone began to ring. "That must be Trivette."

"I'll get it." She smiled at Walker. "Just sit back. I'll let you know."

An hour later Walker found himself walking down the hallway heading towards Erica's room. Next to him walked Alex who was smiling from ear to ear. The Trivettes were welcoming another little boy into their family tonight. He was very excited for his friend and couldn't wait to give Trivette a big hug.

As they approached Erica's room Walker could see the door was slightly cracked open. He gently knocked and was greeted by a very tired looking Trivette.

"Eight pounds, six ounces." Trivette beamed. "Erica wants you two to come in and see little Anthony James Trivette."

Walker hugged his friend then pulled back to walk into the room. "Anthony? Thought you were wanting to go with James Junior?"

"Decided to not have a junior." He led them to Erica who sat in a bed with Anthony in her arms. Trivette giggled as he slowly picked his son up from his wife's arms. "Isn't he cute!" He went up to Walker and held out Anthony so he could hold him.

Worry quickly went through Walker's mind at holding a baby in his arms. When Ray and Marcus were born it took him several weeks to gather up the courage to hold the little ones. He didn't want to hold a baby just in case he had a seizure. Unfortunately, the seizures effected his hands which made them shake or flex uncontrollably. And he didn't want to know what could happen if he was to suffer a seizure when holding an infant.

He took a deep breath then took hold of Anthony, praying that he wouldn't have a seizure while the little boy was in his arms. Anthony looked just like his mother, even had her lighter complexion. He ran a finger across the boys cheek then lifted him up to kiss him on the forehead. Babies were so precious and he always will have a place in his heart for them.

"He's precious, Trivette." He glanced at the door as Billings came walking in followed by Sydney. Poor Gage was stuck at home once again with the kids. "Sydney, you could have brought the kids."

Sydney smiled. "I did. Gage is with them now in the waiting room. Ray and Lyana fell asleep as soon as they got here. Angela is awake and can't wait to see her cousin."

This got a huge smile from Walker. "Cousin. I'm glad to see she thinks of you as family, Trivette. Why don't you go and get her so she can see little Anthony."

While Sydney and Alex left to get Angela Walker sat down in the chair, just in case he had a seizure. He hasn't gotten much sleep in the last few days which always led to his epilepsy attacks. Hopefully his friends will notice before it was too late. For some reason he could almost feel one coming on. Maybe it was just his nerves that made him feel this way

"He's so beautiful, Trivette." Walker smiled at his friend. "You two are very lucky."