Walker awoke with a start, his mind still racing from the nightmare that he had. As his eye snapped open he could see a white ceiling above him with a few water stains. At first he was confused to where he was at, but then his mind cleared from the dream. He was in a hotel somewhere on the Reservation with Jarod. Jarod? Where was his brother at?

"Cordell, you okay?" Jarod appeared above him with an expression of worry etched on his face. "Thought you were having another seizure."

"No, it was just a nightmare." Walker gradually sat up, nearly grimacing at the tenderness in his right shoulder. "How long have I been out?"

"Four hours and twenty minutes." He jotted it down in a notebook then sighed heavily. "Do you remember what the nightmare was about?"

Walker could remember the dream vividly, but didn't want to worry Jarod about it. Instead he attempted to stand, which was still slightly difficult to do. The hits he received from Marcellinio left deep bruises on his thighs, some had even gone down to the muscle which made it painful to move his legs. Jarod saw him having problems and attempted to help him out, but Walker waved him away.

After a few failed tries he finally got to his feet and slowly made his way to the dining table where he sat down with a sigh of relief. His eye noticed his workbook and he turned to Jarod to see him looking at him with his dark, blue eyes. Jarod gave Walker a smile then slowly stood to his feet and went to the restroom.

For the last few weeks, Jarod had kept his head shaved and his Mohawk trimmed, but he did grow a goatee which made him look identical to Walker. As for Walker, his head was also still shaved since he just got the staples removed a few days before the trip. One thing that Walker did notice, though they were suppose to be identical, both had their differences. Jarod was rather lean and stood just a little over six feet, whereas Walker was of average height and slightly stocky. The only thing they truly had in common were their eyes which were blue.

Jarod came out of the bathroom, washed his hands then took off his shirt. "Let's get something to eat. Know of anyplace here?"

"Not sure, but we can take a walk around and see what we find." Suggested Walker.

His brother put on a white shirt then grabbed a dark blue polo from his bag. "We will drive around, you still can't walk all that good." Jarod snapped his fingers and went to the dresser where he grabbed a paper bag. "Got these for you." He pulled out a Styrofoam container and handed it to Walker. "Heard these were a local favorite."

Walker opened the container and a huge smile crossed his face. "Grape dumplings. Man, I haven't had these in years."

"Yeah got them from a lady named Mary Lynn."

"I remember her. Use to get them all the time from her store." Walker closed the container and put it on the table. "I'll eat them after dinner. Thank you."

Grand Prairie, Texas

The apartment complex appeared nice enough on the outside and it did offer private garages which Michael Garrison really liked. He put his hands on his hips then turned to his brother John who gave him a smile and a nod. Michael knew this was a huge step for him, he will after all be stationed in Grand Prairie for a very long time.

"Well, let's go check it out." Michael stepped up to the office then held the door open to let his brother in. "How's being a paramedic working for you?"

"I've only been on duty for roughly a week." John began to laugh as he followed Michael inside the large room. "But I love it. Glad I decided to become a paramedic and not a doctor. Though boring sometimes, it does have its moments."

Once inside the manager's office Mike was greeted by a young man who waved to a seat in front of his desk. "I have three apartments for you to look at." He handed Michael several pieces of paper and pointed to one in particular. "That there is a corner lot, we'll check that one out first." He smiled at Michael. "Glad to help out a Walker any time I can." He stood up and got several keys from a safe behind his desk. "Let's go ahead and see them."

On the way to the first apartment Michael suddenly got that feeling he absolutely hated and turned to John to see the same look in his brother's eyes. He swallowed hard knowing he should trust his instincts, after all it has saved his life on numerous occasions.

"This apartment has two bedrooms, a half bath and a master bath." The manager took them outside and led them down a little walkway. "It's right over here."

John patted Michael's shoulder as he pointed to the parking lot. "Is that Harris?"

"Where?" Michael slowly turned his head to see a man taking groceries out of the trunk of his car and his heart began to race. "Shit." He noticed the manager had unlocked the door to the apartment and quickly went inside. "We need to call Gage and Billings."

"Do you think he saw us?" Asked John as he checked the front window.

Michael shook his head as he took out his cell phone. "I don't think so." He glanced at the bewildered manager with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, just act normal." Gage picked up on the second ring. "Gage, it's Mike. Listen, I now know where Harris is at."

"What! Where!" He could hear Gage throwing down a utensil and talking to Sydney.

"Hill Tree Apartments in Grand Prairie." He turned to the apartment manager. "Do you know who that man is?"

The manager nodded his head. "That's Thomas Thompson. He lives on the forth floor."

"Did you get that Gage?" Said Mike as he watched Harris make his way up a flight of stairs leading to the fourth floor.

"That I did. Are you one hundred percent certain that it is him?"

John took a look out the window and nodded his head. "He's dyed his hair, but it's definitely him."

"Okay, thanks. I'll get a team there to start surveillance. If it really is him, we just got extremely lucky." Gage had gotten into his car and started the engine. "Mike, try to stay low. Unfortunately getting an apartment there is now out of the question, at least while Harris is around."

Michael nodded his head. "Understand. And Gage, don't tell dad. I don't want him to worry. He's already got a lot on his mind as it is."

"Don't worry, I won't. Just take it easy. And Mike, don't leave till you know it's okay to do so."

Oklahoma

The restaurant they decided to eat at was actually close to the hotel, but because of Walker's legs they couldn't make the distance on foot. Walker swallowed his pride as he made his way into the small store front restaurant behind Jarod. As he stepped in, the smell of food hit him and he could feel his stomach growling. His brother pointed to a table near the door and scooted into the booth.

It took Walker some time, but he finally situated himself inside the booth and smiled as the waitress gave them both waters and a menu. Most restaurants had menus with pictures and easy to read descriptions, however this one wasn't as simple. He took a deep breath then slowly traced his finger along the words knowing it took his brain awhile to know what was being said. After finding the sandwiches he looked for the word chicken.

Jarod took a sip of his water. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Grilled chicken sandwich with bacon." He shook his head then sighed heavily as he put the menu down. "I'll just ask the waitress."

"How are you all doing today?" The young woman took out a notebook from her apron and clicked her pen. "Any appetizers to start you all off?"

Jarod shook his head. "Nah, I'm just going to have the house sirloin, medium-well. And a baked potato for the side and ice tea for the drink."

Walker sheepishly smiled at the waitress. "Do you have any grilled chicken sandwiches with bacon on it?" She nodded and pointed to spot on the menu. "I'll have that with just water." After she left Walker shook his head. "Man, it's embarrassing not being able to read a menu."

"It's okay." Jarod's voice faded as he quickly hid his face behind the palm of his hand. "Crap, Cordell. It's those men that I ran into earlier today."

Walker slowly turned his head to catch a glimpse of the two men that Jarod was talking about and had to take a deep, calming breath. "Joseph Mayfield. Went to school with him and his little brother, Allen." He took a sip of his water as he turned to Jarod. "He was actually a good guy till Allen was killed over in Vietnam. Ever since then he's been a drunk and a bully."

Jarod shook his head. "Great, just great." He let out a deep moan as Joseph stepped up to their table. "Listen, I really don't…"

"We don't want any half-breeds like you around here!" Joseph slammed his hand on the table which knocked over Walker's water glass. "Walker, what happened to you?" He pointed to Walker's right eye and started to laugh. "Heard you were a cripple now!"

The waitress came back to their table shaking her head. "Joseph, you know better than showing up here. If you don't leave, we are calling the police."

Joseph smirked then violently shoved Walker in the shoulder. "See ya around!"

When the man finally left the restaurant, Jarod smiled up at the waitress. "Thank you."

Walker tried to reach for his left shoulder, but pain in his right quickly stopped him. "Sorry about causing problems."

"Oh, it's not your fault. Joseph always likes to rile up newcomers." She smiled down at Walker. "Though, you look awfully familiar to me. Cordell Firewalker, right?"

"That's right." He stuck his hand out for a handshake then remembered it was injured and pulled it back. "Sorry about that. What's your name?"

"Maria Sanchez." She moved aside as their food was brought out to them by a young man wearing an apron. "I don't like how Joseph throws that word around, just makes me mad. He's one of the few that are still stuck living the old ways."

"That's a shame." Walker allowed his brother to take his plate and cut up his sandwich for him

Maria gave them a smile. "Well, I should leave and check on my other tables. You two have a great dinner."

Jarod leaned across the table with a huge smile on his face. "So, your real last name is Firewalker? Why change it?"

"Decided to do so when I entered into the military. Got too many jokes from it." Walker thanked his brother and began to eat the sandwich which was now cut into reasonable bite size pieces. "Too Native American and, well I don't look it. You, on the other hand do."

"Hmmm… Now I know what to change my last name to." He gave Walker a mischievous grin as he started to eat his food. "I hope you don't mind."

Walker gave Jarod a huge smile. "Not at all. My two sons have put in to get their last names changed as well. Could be any day now." He took a bite of his food, frustrated he had to use his left hand since his right he could barely move his shoulder up to his head. "I'm surprised to see you and John getting along so well, especially since that day."

Jarod gave a shrug. "I talked to him about what I had done and apologized. It took some coaxing, but he finally agreed to give me a chance." He laughed. "As for Mike, that boy is special. He didn't care what I did, he was just happy to have an uncle." He shook his head. "I'm glad to have somebody who I can finally call family."

"Same here. It's a nice feeling." Walker took a look around to see people looking at them and he shrugged it off. "Hopefully we'll find out something tomorrow."

The Next Morning

Because of the heavy curtains in the hotel room, it took the alarm clock to wake Jarod from a deep sleep. He stretched then turned to his brother's bed to see he wasn't there. This got him to bolt to his feet to check the room for any sign that Courdell could have left to get some breakfast. After he checked the bathroom he got dressed then left the hotel.

The cool morning air made him shiver and rub his arms to get warmth into them. As he walked the street he kept a look out for his brother who could be anywhere. He even called his name as fear began to drive his heart into a frantic beat. Why did his brother leave the hotel? Was it because of a seizure? If so, he could be anywhere.

After several minutes of searching he decided to head back to the hotel room where he will call Trivette. As of late, Cordell, possibly from the medication or the seizures would just start wondering. This was something new that just started after he was beaten by Marcellinio and his goons. Another note to write up for Hayden and Miller who was suppose to see Cordell when he got back to Dallas.

Once back in the hotel room Jarod began to pace and check his watch to see it has been an hour since he got up himself. He'll give his brother another thirty minutes to show up and if he didn't he will call Gage or Trivette. He sat down at the table near the door then began his wait for his brother as questions ran through his mind. What if he suffered a seizure and was now laying somewhere injured? Or worse, what if Harris got hold of him?

After thirty minutes passed he got up and took out his cell phone where he was about to dial Trivette's number when the door to the room opened. In walked his brother who appeared to be in pain as he turned to Jarod.

"Where the hell have you been!" Jarod's voice made Cordell cringe and bring his left hand to his head. "Are you okay? Did you suffer a seizure?"

"I had to go for a walk." Cordell closed the door then shook his head. "I'm okay, don't have to worry about me all the time."

Jarod was shocked at his brother's attitude. "I have all right to worry. What if you suffered a seizure and got injured? Or what if Harris…" Walker's breathing began to get quicker and Jarod could see him clinching and unclenching his jaw. Jarod shook his head and stepped up to his brother who quickly looked away from him. "I know, you don't like this, but until we know for certain from Hayden or Miller…."

Walker looked Jarod right in the eyes. "I'm through with this! I'm tired of everybody worrying about me!" He shook his head as he took a step closer to Jarod. "Wish this never happened to me! Wish I was dead!"

With those words, Walker's head suddenly cleared and he slumped down on Jarod's bed. Why did he just ash out like that? Why were there times where he couldn't control his anger? It was so embarrassing to act like he did, but he couldn't help it. He checked his watch to see it was almost time to take his morning medication.

"Here, let me get the pills ready for you." Jarod got the notebook and handed it to Walker. "Feel better now?"

"I'm sorry for lashing out like that." Walker's voice was low as he opened the notebook to the middle. "Just wish I can control it."

Jarod sat down next to him with four pill bottles in his hands. "It's okay, really."

Walker slowly nodded his thanks then checked off the colors in the notebook that he saw on the pill bottles. Then he wrote down the amount of sleep he got, which was only five hours. No wonder his seizures have been more frequent, he hardly got any rest. Maybe that was the cause for his irritability as of late.

After he took his medication Jarod patted his back. "Let's get something to eat."