Casey nearly jumped off the hospital bed as a hand came down on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open as she was jerked to wakefulness, "Who, wha?"

"Who'd you come to town to fleece? A Spaulding? A good target, but if you screw up, one false move, Alan and his family will fillet you and serve you at a reunion."

Casey pushed herself up and blinked the sleep from her eyes. "Doris?" Doris Wolfe stood at the side of Casey's bed, her hands on her hips, her lips in a thin line. "I just got my liver yanked out through my nose, what do you want?"

"Really?"

"Well, no... but thanks to the anesthesia that's what it feels like. Why are you here?"

"To warn you. People come to this town, they think they can scam their way to... power, money, acclaim. It really never works."

Casey stared at Doris in the bright florescent lights. "Maybe it's you..."

A bitter laugh bubbled, "The redneck from the trailer park?"

"You're the Mayor, with a young adult daughter."

Doris loomed over Casey, right in her face. "If you think you're going to mess with me, that's fine, funny even, but don't go anywhere near Ashlee, anywhere near my daughter." They were nearly nose to nose. Doris didn't have a chance to dodge either way as Casey gripped the back of her head. In the space of a nano second she considered the possibilities. The Mayor had just threatened Casey, what if Casey was the one terrorizing Springfield. Would she snap Doris' neck, or maybe just threaten her right back, whisper in the ear to scare the living crap out of her.

For whatever reason she never expected Casey's lips to capture her own. Her brain was yelling at her hands, 'push away, push away', but her hands weren't listening. It was as if she were a visitor in her own body, she felt herself moving, upper body, and then she was on top of Casey, and thinking was no longer her primary objective.

Everything came to a grinding halt as Casey bit back a groan.

Like a shot from a gun Doris plummeted back to Earth, and nearly dove into the chair farthest from Casey's bed. "Oh, Lord."

"I'm not after anyone Doris. No alterior motive."

"Ulterior..." Doris sighed, "Sorry, you're not an idiot."

Casey pushed herself up in the bed with a groan. She had the feeling that she wouldn't be getting back to sleep. "Do you want to know about me? Probably won't make you believe that I'm not angling... actually." Casey shook her head, "On second thought. It'll probably let you think I'm guilty of all of it."

"Is Casey your real name?"

Casey smirked, "That's a complicated question."

"It shouldn't be."

Casey absently rubbed at the stitched from her liver donation. "I don't know what I was born as. I was hours old when a nurse found me in the parking garage near Mass General in Boston. This was 1980, so, no baby safe haven law I think. I was dubbed Casey Jones."

Doris interrupted Casey, "Why?"

Casey couldn't help but smirk. Her story was serious, but she couldn't help tweaking the way too serious Mayor of Springfield. "Think, think hard."

Doris' eyebrows curved down and then rose again with a shake of her head. "They named you that because of the birthmark on your thigh that looks like..."

"...a railroad spike."

"If you squint and are blind."

Casey shrugged, "When I was younger it looked more like one. Anyway, it was better than going through life as Baby Doe."

"I don't know, I've known some women named Baby. I could see you in ballet flats and a tutu."

Casey raised an eyebrow, "Was that a joke?"

"I hope so. You... in a tutu." The Mayor shuddered as she studied Casey. "You ride a motorcycle, though you're not as hard core as you could be because you wear a helmet, probably one that covers your entire head, with a visor, so the drivers that try to run you off the road can't see your mouth as you curse them out."

"If you're done making fun of me." Doris nodded, "I was put into the Mass DSS. Why I never got adopted I'll never know. I survived it and aged out at eighteen. Then I almost killed someone, got sober, and moved as far away from Massachusetts as I could, Vegas."

Doris frowned, "You almost killed someone?"

"I was drunk and driving. It was a wrestler, trying to lose those final pounds. I..." Casey closed her eyes, "He had a scholarship to BU, back when they had a football program. His leg broke so badly when I hit him..." She shook her head and opened her eyes again, "Been sober for almost 12 years. The second I could, I escaped to Vegas. Since then, well, you can probably guess the rest."

"Why here?"

Casey shook her head, "Thought it'd be quiet, calm. I could work somewhere, go home at night, relax, just... And then on my fourth day here Company explodes. Days later I'm sitting in a hospital bed having donated a big part of my liver to some kid I don't know." Casey finally met Doris' eyes. "Can you get me out of here?"

Doris frowned, "You're still in pain... and things could still go wrong, you just had major surgery."

Casey shook her head, "You're Doris Wolfe right?" Doris raised her eyebrows at that, "What, fine, fine, I'll sign whatever they want me to, I just need to leave, get out of..." She glanced around, "Here."

"Okay, okay, I'll get an AMA or... or something for you, but you're coming back to my house."

"Oh?"

Doris rolled her eyes, "Please... from there you can go wherever, or stay..."

Casey glanced around the room, "Definitely not going to stay. Tomorrow morning, Springfield will be a memory."

Doris stood, "Frank and Mallet will be..." Doris paused, finding the right word, "Disturbed."

Casey shrugged and winced as her lower body moved too and she pulled at her stitches. "Will you call them, warn them?"

"God no, they treat me like an evil step sister on their best days... No."

Casey climbed from the bed with only a little twitch of pain. "I could always give you my cell number."

Doris nodded, all seriousness, "Right, for the purpose of the SFPD tracking you down if they have questions... or want to arrest you."

Casey nodded right back, not missing a beat, "Of course, of course, for the SFPD." Casey didn't move as Doris left.

It was a few minutes before she reappeared, but she did, AMA form in hand. She didn't give it to Casey though. "I need something from you." Casey stayed silent, she wasn't really surprised, she hadn't really thought that Doris would do something for her just to do it. "Your DNA."

Casey hadn't expected that, "Excuse me?"

She handed Casey the form before she got her answer. "All you have to do is sign it and you're gone."

"Doris, the DNA?" Casey put aside the form as she pulled on her jeans.

"Hey, I was planning on getting it through nefarious ways anyway. May as well just ask you."

"Why do you want it?"

Doris studied Casey, gauging how much she wanted to tell the woman. "I think you're related to Emma. That means you're either a Spencer or a Spaulding..." Doris trailed off. "Or a Marler I guess. Emma's kinda related to... well, pretty much everyone in this town in some way."

Casey put a hand to her head, "Rebecca tried to explain it to me... Just gave me a headache. How'd you get they're DNA, ask nicely?"

Doris smirked, "Not quite." The smile dropped from her face, "And you probably don't want to know. But, you have to admit, you being such a good match for Emma could mean something."

"There are perfect matches between people who've never met all the time, usually they wind up being ABC News's 'Person of the Week'. Why do you care?"

Doris shot back with a question of her own, "Will you give me the DNA?"

Casey finally held out her hand and Doris put a bag with a swab in it. Casey raised an eyebrow, "Do I want to know how you were going to get it without me knowing?"

Doris smirked again, "You're missin' out is all I'll say... Just swab your cheek already."

Casey smiled back, "Yes ma'am..."