Natalia groaned, "Alan's smiling... that's bad right?"

Rafe chuckled and Olivia frowned also. "Yes, it is. Do we know who invited him?"

Natalia sighed, she wasn't having fun yet. "I don't know, this is like a party as a teenager. You start with three friends, and then suddenly the entire Freshman class shows up and trashes your house."

Olivia chuckled, "Ah, Natalia Rivera... wild thing..." Natalia gave Olivia a shove in the shoulder. "What?"

Rafe shook his head, "Ma..."

Natalia watched as Olivia went over to Alan, then turned to her son. "You'll be there tomorrow, at the wedding, wearing what you're supposed to wear?"

"Of course Ma." He put an arm around his mother, "Olivia lights ya up and makes you happy." He smirked, "I try not to think about the rest, the... uh, second floor rest..."

He turned bright red, as his mother did the same. "Raphael Rivera..." She hugged him and kissed his cheek, "I love you."

"Love you too Ma."

"Have you lost your mind Olivia?"

Olivia put a hand to her heart, "You care, you really care." Her face shut down, "Now, get out."

Alan didn't move, "You fought all comers for the Beacon, and now you just... give half of it away to... to..."

"Pick your words very carefully Alan." She shook her head, "Don't I recall that at one point you wanted her for yourself? I don't pretend to understand why I'm in this position instead of half the other people in Springfield, but neither you, nor any one of these... uninvited guests will cause me to screw this up."

A younger man stopped at Olivia's side and kissed her cheek. "Olivia." Bill Lewis glanced over, "Alan," and then back to Olivia, "So, where's the little bean?"

Olivia smiled, "In the kitchen, holding court."

"Of course."

Olivia glanced around, "And Lizzie?"

Bill shook his head as he led Olivia towards the kitchen, "Stayed home. She wasn't sure if she'd be welcome."

Olivia paused their journey, "She is. She's not the same person who pushed me down the Beacon stairs. You should both come tomorrow."

"And you're not the same woman who kept sleeping with fathers and their sons... You know, Billy's never understood why he didn't rate."

Olivia chuckled, "Didn't go after Shane either."

"Yeah..." Bill's dimples were in full force, "'Cause you know Josh'd kill you."

Olivia shook her head, "Nope, Reva'd kill me." They entered the kitchen. At one end of it sat Emma, with strict instructions that she was to stay put. For once in her nine years on Earth she was listening to her Mom. Though Olivia was pretty sure that was mostly because she was still drained from the surgery.

On one side was Reva, Jeffrey and Colin. On the other sat Phillip. Before she could say anything, Frank flew into the kitchen of the farmhouse. "Where is she?"

Olivia frowned, "The living room?"

Frank shook his head, "Not Natalia, Casey, where is she?"

"Not here Frank..."

Frank held a hand up and caught his breath, then spoke again, "Can I talk to you outside?"

Olivia nodded. She walked the long way out, on the way ruffling Emma's hair affectionately.

Once outside they stood silent. On the walkway. "Frank."

He handed a wallet to Olivia. "Here..."

Olivia stared down at it. "Gus' badge. No..." She handed it back, "No. You don't get off that easy."

Frank frowned, "Excuse me?"

"Natalia loves you, maybe not the way you want, but she does, and Rafe, Rafe needs you." Her eyes twinkled, though she kept a straight face. "I know a lot of Springfield seems to think I literally have balls, but... I don't."

Frank rolled his eyes, "I'm the... male role model?"

Olivia shrugged, "I don't know. I have all of my ex-husbands in there, not to mention, you, Buzz..." She shook her head, "But Rafe, he loves you Frank." She sighed, "Hell Frank, I'm trying to be big, and, that doesn't happen often. Can we just go back in there and celebrate a little?"

Frank put away the badge, "You're not going to... hug me or anything now?"

"Wasn't planning on it, no."

Frank gave Olivia a whack, that was just a tiny bit too hard, on the back. "See, you haven't gone totally soft."

"Rafe?"

"Yeah."

You could practically see Mallet push aside everything that was whirling around in his brain concerning the case, before he turned and faced Rafe. "What's up? Are you okay?"

Rafe shrugged and leaned against an empty desk. "Was over at the hospital. Everyone who isn't at the farmhouse is pacing near Leah's room." He shook his head. "It all sucks and now someone died too." He put a hand over his eyes and took slow, long breaths.

Mallet stood and leaned against the desk next to the young man. "Your Mom, Emma... Olivia too, they'll be alright. If you're right then Emma was the one from your family."

The statement didn't seem to help ease whatever was going on in Rafe's head. "We need Gus."

Mallet pushed off the desk, his face pinched just a bit. "Well, ya got me and Frank unfortunately."

Rafe looked up, abashed, "Sorry man, I didn't mean it that way."

"No." Mallet held a hand up, "No, I understand."

Rafe shook his head, "No, you don't Mallet. What I just said-like an idiot-aloud, I think that at least once a day. When I'm taking a stupid exam I think, 'I need Gus, he woulda helped me understand this better'. Or, when Emma skins her knee and I..." He swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment. After just a few seconds he cleared his throat and continued, "And I'm the only one at home I think, 'Gus would have known how to take the pain away, make her smile again'."

Mallet crossed his arms over his chest, "What do you do?"

Rafe shrugged, "Make funny noises at Emma, or talk with her about my classes." He shook his head, "She's smarter than I am by like... several football fields."

"Ten to the hundred and twenty third?" Rafe frowned and didn't laugh at Mallet's attempt at a joke. "Never mind. What about the tests?"

Rafe shrugged, "Study harder. Sometimes I ask Liv or Ma my questions." A smile came to Rafe's face, "Or Em." He sighed, "Still, it's hard." He picked up a piece of paper with names in different colors connected by lines. "What'cha doin'?"

"A Family tree. Tried a couple of online programs. Downloaded 'em. One wouldn't acknowledge anything but male female pairings..."

Rafe smirked, "Just imagine Liv a dude. It was how I got through my days of knowing at the beginning."

Mallet looked at Rafe with a look that said he didn't believe Natalia's son had just spoken the words he had. "Olivia... male?" He shook his head, "And to think, I used to have such good dreams about Olivia, now that image is going to be stuck in my head."

Rafe performed a half bow, "You're welcome."

"Gah. Anyway. The other program crapped out when I tried to input the Spauldings and Marlers. Did you know that Dinah and Emma are literally related. Just to Phillip to Emma. Ross to Dinah. Anyway. I was just about to try it the old fashioned way, by hand. Want to help?"

Rafe took out his phone. No new messages and it just wouldn't ring. He shrugged, "Sure. I wasn't too bad in art class. So, red for girls, blue for boys, black for currently deceased?"

"Something like that."

"They haven't killed each other yet." Natalia and Olivia were partially hiding in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room.

Olivia wrapped her arms around Natalia. "Or arrested each other."

"Do you think she did it?"

Olivia shrugged, "Nah. Doris' defending her and she gave up her mayorship for it."

Natalia glanced into the kitchen. "I think we need to get Emma to bed. She's way past tired."

"Want me to or..."

Natalia kissed Olivia's cheek, "You are not lifting Emma up these stairs tonight."

Natalia collected Emma and the crowd parted as she made her way through the living room and up the stairs.

Everyone shifted around, engaged in all sorts of conversations while drinking their after dinner coffee. Olivia found herself next to Casey. "Ms. Spencer, that was quite a meal. Even if the seating arrangements were..."

"Interesting? And it's Olivia." She glanced around the room. "It was supposed to be Ava, Sam, Bill, maybe Lizzie. Rafe, Emma, Phillip and Beth, and Doris." She turned to face Casey fully. "So, did you kill Claire?"

Casey frowned, "From the... pointed-ness of that question I'm going to guess that you were her friend?"

Olivia smiled sadly, "Was the operative word. We never kept in touch, but yes, I knew her. I didn't know she was in town though."

"I didn't kill her."

Olivia's eyes bounced to Frank and then back to Casey, "Frank seems to think you have no alibi for early this morning."

Casey shrugged, "I was in bed."

"That's sort of..."

"No..." Casey met Olivia's eyes, "No, I was.. in... bed."

She raised an eyebrow and Olivia got it. "Oh, ah... that could be bad for you considering the..."

"Where clothes go aspect of the whole thing? Only if I did it. Good thing I didn't then."

Doris approached them, as she walked, putting away her cell phone. "Olivia, all alone. See, I knew Natalia would come to her senses."

"You're funny."

Doris gestured, "Could I borrow Casey for a moment?"

"Go crazy."

Casey led the way out the kitchen door. Doris shivered and Casey spoke, "You want me to go back in, get your jacket?"

Doris shook her head, "You're Olivia Spencer's sister. But, you want to know what's weird?"

Casey leaned against the house. "Probably not, but go for it, since you're going to tell me no matter what I say."

"You're her full sister."

Casey frowned, "Has she ever said anything about a sister, another sibling. I thought it was just Sam."

"Nope. Nary a word." Doris crossed her arms over her chest, trying to stay warm. Casey stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Instead she pushed off the wall and wrapped her arms around Doris. The older woman let her head fall forward and came to rest against Casey's shoulder. She mumbled something into that shoulder.

The woman moved just an inch back, "What?"

"I'm sorry."

Casey shook her head, "Don't be. Everyone has their own time. You'll know when it's right."

"Are you going to tell Olivia. About who you are?" Doris continued, "I was sure you were Spaulding."

Casey shook her head as she stepped away from Doris. "I am wounded Counselor. Mortally wounded and no. I don't see how telling anyone will help. And..." She raised her eyebrows, "You can't tell anyone either, oh lawyer my lawyer."

Doris winced. "I walked into that one."

"Why did you resign as Mayor, as a prosecutor. You know that I'm innocent of killing Ramsey, and you probably are partly sure I'm innocent of the rest. I didn't need defending in there."

Doris shrugged, "I don't know. I usually keep my inner super hero chained up, but, I guess he got away."

"He?" Casey chuckled, "Your inner super hero is a he?"

"Isn't yours? Mine's Batman."

Casey sighed and shook her head, "Ah, Doris, Doris, Doris..."

Doris put her hands on her hips, "Oh, and who's yours?"

"Not that rich playboy, that's for sure."

Doris shook her head, "The orphan right?" Doris slipped her arm through Casey's. "Though, I guess you did fly through the air to save Emma and Natalia. And used your inner super strength to help my daughter." Doris reached up and touched the stitches on Casey's face. "You need to work on the invulnerability."

They started back towards the house. Casey was surprised when Doris didn't let go as they crossed the threshold back into the kitchen, but went with it.

"Mallet, you're insane."

The Detective took a step back. It was a work of art. Very quickly their neat, logically laid out tree had turned into a chaotic mess and it took up an entire wall of one of the interview rooms.

Rafe now knew way too much about his fellow Springfield residents. He carefully traced Leah Bauer back a bit. "Guess that's something."

Mallet looked up, "What?"

Rafe used his other hand to trace his line. "Fingers aren't touching. I'm not related to her."

Mallet chuckled, "You like her."

Rafe slid down the wall across from their chart. "Don't even know her."

"You will, I have a feeling."

Rafe studied Mallet, "Oh, you do Yenta?"

Mallet chuckled and started to respond. But his phone rang, he answered it on the second ring. "Mallet." He blinked, "Really." He walked back into the squad room and sat down at his desk. "Okay, tell me. Female, dark hair, what the hell does 'bajoran-ish if you squint' mean?" Mallet sighed, "No, no, don't tell her that. Anything else?" He sighed again, "Tall, but not too tall. Thanks. No, no, it will help and we will find this woman Rick. You have my word. Yep, bye..."

Mallet let his breath out as he hung up and walked back into the open interview room. "Leah's awake." Rafe stood, nearly cracking his head on the two way mirror. Mallet put a hand on his shoulder. "Down boy. Let her be with her family for a bit. Her father said that she has no mental deficits, but is a little bit annoyed that she has no hair. Now, we have the first description."

Rafe closed his eyes, "She meant to kill Leah."

Mallet stared at the spider web of names, some dates, and lines. "Or... or maybe she didn't."

Rafe frowned, "What do you mean?"

"When I was a kid I was playing baseball. Some idiot little league pitcher had no control, or maybe he just didn't like that I was three for three that day. Threw it a little too high and tight, whacked me right smack dab in the eye. Felt like my eye was squished like a grape after I woke up. It was fine, but I lost consciousness and when I woke, I couldn't remember what happened. It's a kind of amnesia. Very common when it comes to traumatic brain injuries. Maybe she thought that would happen with Leah."

"Mallet, how do you know all that?"

Mallet tapped his temple. "Lots of TBIs in my life time, though, most of 'em were mild. So, my thought what if our perp..."

"Unsub..." Mallet raised his eyebrows, "What, am I wrong?" Mallet stared at Rafe, "Fine, fine, what were you going to say about our... perp?"

Mallet moved until he was right by the board. "We have a list of everyone on here in the computer? With the extra stuff we didn't have room for up here?"

Rafe nodded, "Yeah, most of the entries have other stuff, phone numbers, some addresses, occupations."

Rafe sat at the table as Mallet ran his hand across the chart. "How about titles, like Doctor."

"Yeah."

"M.D. versus Ph.D.?"

"Yep."

Mallet turned and looked over Rafe's shoulder. With one hand bracing himself on the table. "Separate them out." Rafe did. "Okay, now, we know its a woman, so, no males."

"Bye, bye Doctor Rick. Should I take away those we know?"

"No." Mallet shook his head, "Well, maybe Mel." Mel disappeared from the last. "Gah, still too many. We need something else."

Rafe paused, "Hmmm..." He opened a browser and multiple tabs, all to Google Images. "Maybe since they're Docs, there'll be pictures." He swapped between the names and the browser.

Mallet stayed silent for a bit, then spoke, "That's her, that's her."

It was Reva who saw her first. "Sonni Carrera?"

The rest of those in the living room looked up and that probably saved Frank and Buzz's lives. Those still at the farmhouse had thinned. The two Coopers, Reva, with Colin asleep in her arms, Jeffrey, Josh, Doris and Casey.

Sonni raised the gun she had and let go two shots. Both Coopers dove away and both managed to get a bullet in the butt instead of somewhere more important.

Sonni wasn't done and had suddenly acquired the need to talk. "It's my turn. You think that you're going to live happily ever after, you get to while no one else does? No, No, NO! It's my turn. You will suffer, you will, you will, you will."

She moved fast, before anyone could react. One second Colin was in his mother's hands, the next he was in Sonni's and the gun had barely moved. Reva jumped forward, but was halted by the gun in her face. "You don't get to save him." She swung the gun around, "None of you do."

She quickly backed out of the house with a now crying Colin still in her arms. Reva started to go after her, but was stopped by both Josh and Jeffrey at nearly the same time. No one stopped Casey though, although Doris wasn't far behind. The former mayor called out the woman's name, but Casey wasn't listening as she sprinted across the lawn.

The truck Sonni had climbed into started to pull away. Casey dove at the bed and somehow managed to catch the rear hatch. Just as Doris watched the truck turn the corner, Casey managed to flip herself over into the bed.

Doris stared after the truck for a moment, then with military precision turned on her heel, passed a freaked out looking Reva and Jeffrey, the former looking as if she wanted to dash after the truck herself, the latter already on the phone with the police, and stormed back into the house and up to Frank, who was on his stomach, very much in pain. Doris didn't care. "You came her to stalk... I'm sorry, surveil Casey, a woman you think is a killer, and you don't bring your GUN? Are you and idiot?"

Frank groaned, "I've just been shot in the ass, lay off Doris."

Doris pointed at the front door, "Not on your life, because my future just got driven away in the bed of that crazy woman's truck because you suck as a cop. So I will damn well please to you."

Buzz raised his eyebrows from his place on the ground, also in pain. "Future?"