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In Boston..........

Sara watched her husband pace at the edge of their bed. Brendan was staying the night with Abby at Carol's house, giving Sara and Mark their first night alone in over three months. And while normally the two would rejoice at the chance to be alone together, tonight was a different story.

"Why hasn't she called?" Mark asked. "She should have called by now."

"She could still be talking with those detective people." Sara suggested.

"No." Mark shook his head. "Something's wrong, Sara. I can feel it."

"I know. I feel it too." Sara said softly. "I guess there's only one thing left to do."

Sara moved to the closet and took out a suitcase. Mark watched her open it up and raised a brow.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

Sara barely gave him a glance as she opened a drawer and fished out her undergarments.

"I'm going to Sienna." She said. "I won't just sit here while my baby is in trouble and don't you dare try and stop me either Mark Calloway. A mother knows when her baby is in trouble and my baby is in trouble."

Mark didn't say a thing. He didn't have to. Moving to the closet, he simply started packing his own stuff. Sara paused, lending her husband a smile. A smile that was interrupted by the screeching bell of Mark's cell phone. Both dove for the phone, Sara reaching it first. Flipping it open, she put it to her ear.

"Sienna?"

The sound of sobbing greeted Sara's ear as a mumbled response came.

"What? Sienna, what's wrong?" Sara asked, the worry mounting. "Baby, I can't understand you."

Still not receiving an audible answer, Sara held the phone out to Mark. Mark grabbed the phone from his wife and immediately began asking questions.

"Sienna? Baby, why are you crying? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

As Mark listened to the sobs of his daughter, Sara returned to their closet and grabbed whatever her small arms could hold and shoved it into her suit case.

"Sienna....you gotta calm down, baby." Mark tried soothing his daughter. "Take a deep breath."

Mark waited until he heard the intake of breath and nodded. "Good girl. Now....tell me what's going on."

As Sara threw some toiletries into the bag, Mark listened intently to what Sienna was telling him. As Sienna talked, the worry on Mark's face melted into rage.

"HE'S WHAT?!!" He shouted, jumping to his feet. "HE DID WHAT?!"

As Sienna's sobbing grew louder, he took a deep breath to try and calm himself.

"It's okay baby. You're okay. Just stay there. We're on our way, Sienna." He said. "We'll leave as soon as we're able. I'll call you from the plane."

That said, Mark shut the phone and looked up towards the ceiling, his eyes closed in thought. In sudden movement, he turned slamming his fist into the wall with a hollered curse. Sara swung around, watching her husband as he pounded his fist over and over into the wall. She didn't know what Sienna had told him, but by the damage done to their wall, she could only assume it wasn't good.

When Mark finally stopped, dots of blood beaded across his knuckles. Sara grabbed a wash cloth and ran it under cool water. Moving to her husband, she said nothing as she placed the damp cloth over the abrasions. After a moment of silence, Mark lifted his head and looked at her.

"They caught him." he said.

Sara sat down on the edge of the bed, her heart beating wildly. "Who....who was it?"

Mark's mouth pursed in anger as he took a moment to get his rage under control.

"Buck Rawlins."

Sara's mouth dropped in surprise. "But he's....I thought...you said.."

Mark nodded. "I did and he's supposed to be but apparently the bastard isn't."

"Are they sure it's him, Mark? I mean, maybe its jsut someone who looks like him." Sara said hopefully.

Mark shook his head. "It's him. He confessed."

Sara shook her head, at a loss on how to take this. FInally, she said. "Well...after we get through with him, he'll wish he stayed dead now won't he?"

With a determined look, she set out to finish the job of packaing and eyed Mark from a distance. "I'll finish this. You go call Carol and Senior and ask if they'll keep Brendan for a few days. Then, we're going to my baby Mark. She needs me."

A short time later.......

Sara looked out the window, watching their turn go by. With a frustrated sigh, she turned to her husband and frowned.

"Mark! That was our turn!" She said. "Where are you going?"

"Have to make a stop first." He said, turning down the next street.

Sara's frown deepened when Mark's response made no sense.

"A stop?" She said, slightly irritated. "My daughter just found out that her crazy psycho sperm donor killed her husband and is stuck in a city without anyone she knows and you have to make a freaking stop?!"

Mark winced at his wife's tone, but elected not to say anything. He made a final right and came to a stop in front of a house. With a small smile, he nodded towards the house. "Couldn't very well leave them behind."

As Sara's gaze followed his, her frown quickly became a smile. Within seconds, she was out of the car and moving towards the little boy running towards her.

"Mommy!"

Sara laughed scooping up her son into her arms. Brendan's tiny arms wrapped around Sara's neck as she nuzzled his sticky cheek.

"How's my big boy?" She asked, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Brendan gave her a huge smile and lifted his hand, showing off the huge sucker between his fingers.

"Nana gives me it, Mommy!" He said happily.

Sara laughed. "I can see that. It's all over your face."

Brendan's smile widened as Sara set him down and sent him towards Mark.

"Daddy!"

Mark smiled, catching his son up into his arms. Sara smiled at the site, then turned back towards the house as another familiar squeal hit the air.

"Gamsee!"

Sara bent down catching the little girl as she flew down the driveway. With a laugh, Sara twirled Abby around and gave her a hug.

"I've missed you!" She said, planting a kiss on the child's cheek.

Sara chuckled as her lips found the same sticky substance on Abby's cheek that she had on Brendan's.

"Nana gave you a sucker too, huh?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Abigail nodded, her smile brightening as she held up the pink sucker for 'Gamsee' to see. Sara chuckled, setting Abby down before her. Mark smiled and walked over with Brendan at his side. Abby squealed seeing him and immediately held her arms out.

"Papa!"

Mark laughed, taking the little girl into his arms and giving her a huge hug. As Mark continued his reunion with the two kids, Sara stepped forward as John (Sr.) joined them. John Sr. enfolded Sara into a small hug, then moved forward to shake Mark's hand.

"Sara, Mark." John Sr. said. "Thanks for making the stop."

Mark shook the man's hand, then took his bags.

"Wouldn't think of leaving without you, Senior." Mark told the man.

John Sr. nodded and moved to help Mark put the car seats in the vehicle. Sara watched the kids playing in the yard until she spotted Carol making her way down the driveway. Mark and Senior put the children in their seats as the two women wrapped each other up in a long comforting hug.

"Carol." Sara said. "I'm so glad you're coming."

As the two separated, she lent Sara a tired smile and teary eyes.

"Sienna called." Carol stated. "I can't believe it's over."

Sara smiled gently, giving the woman a gentle hug.

"Come on." She said. "We have a plane to catch."