It was a photo album Gordon was holding. The officers were rendered speechless as the flipped through the album. There were so many pictures. Of them. Together. Kissing, holding hands, cuddling, smiling brightly at the camera.

"This is…."

"Darley and Hume…"

"Oh my god."

They reached the last page fairly quickly, "There are more." Kasey said and opened the envelope that was fastened to the end. He pulled out a few sheets of papers and a few pictures.

"What is it?" Gordon asked as Kaseys face lost colour.

"Birth certificates…" he said and handed the pictures over to Gordon as he finished reading.

Gordon didn't have words as he flipped through the few pictures. It was obvious that it was Billy lying in the hospital bed. His blonde hair was matted to his forehead and he was both pale and flushed at the same time. He lay curled up on his side with two babies tucked against his chest, looking deadly tired, but with a small smile on his face.

"For who?" he asked in a choked voice.

"Twins…Jack and Murtagh….Hume Mercer Darley."

The tense silence was broken by Sonny who came in from one of the bedrooms, "You'll never guess what I found he said and held up a stack of what looked like picture frames.

"Pictures of Humes and Darley's love-children?" Gondon asked, a shot in the dark.

Sonny made a face, "Wha -? No! why?"

"Cause that's what we found." Kasey said, "And birth certificates."

Sonny gaped, "You're having me on!"

"No shit man, look at this." Kasey said and handed over the papers and pushed over one of the photo albums.

Sonny flipped through them quickly, halting at a picture of Billy on stage and pointed at it, "I'll be damned, it makes sense now. Look at what I found." He said and handed them a frame each.

It was not a picture frame. In each of them lay a platinum disc…

"I thought it was a coincidence that his name was Billy Darley. I thought he just had the same name as a world class rock star. I nearly chocked on my coffee when I saw these."

"I though so to…"

"He's got boxes full of them, MTV awards, Comets, you name it. I-"
They heard the door slam and heated arguing fill the air.

"It's non of your fucking business how I pay for it and –"

"Everything you do is my business!"

"No it fucking well is not!" Billy snapped, struggling not to loose his temper and scream at the annoying bitch. "Stay as long as you want Walsh, you wont find shit here!" He glared at the officers standing by the kitchen counter. His eyes fell on the box and the all too familiar frames. He snatched the birth certificates and pictures out of their hands and tucked them back in the envelope. He slammed the album shut and laid the frame face down.

Breathing heavily he flicked his nose, "You're outstayed your welcome. Leave."

"Oh no, I want to know what you got in there that's so important that we don't' see!"

"Boss, it really ain't –"

"Shut up Gordon! Let me see."

Gordon offered Billy an apologetic shrug.

Walsh pushed Billy's hand off of the dusty album. It looked like it had been buried down for years. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the album. When she got to the envelope, she chuckled mirthlessly. "Well, now I know why The Humes are divorcing. Nick had a dirty secret." She smirked, "Find nothing uh? I found out that you spread your legs for the man that killed your brother –" Billy's face reddened and he looked away "- and got knocked up! I'll be taking these." She said and waved the birth certificates and the pictures in the air, only to have them snatched from her by the teen standing behind her.

"My dad told you to leave." Murtagh said coldly. He glanced over the certificates, noting that what Martha had told him was true, he was born a twin, and to his surprise, that Billy – William - was written up as his mother and a Nicholas Hume as his father. He looked at the pictures, seeing a blond version of himself curled up on a bed with two babies tucked against his side. "Now leave."

Wash grabbed the album and tore the certificates and pictures from the teen, cutting his hands on the paper, and then she left.

"Look man, I'm sorry –" Gordon.

"Get out." Billy said, his teeth clenched and his hands resting on his hips. He didn't look at them.

The officers got their shoes on and left. Sonny stood awkwardly by the door, fidgeting, "I…just wanted to say I love your work man," he gestured to the frames on the counter, "and I'm sorry."

Billy sighed and shook his head, "Just go."