Casey was not having fun, and she was pretty sure that one of the bumps had ripped the stitches in her side. She really needed to stop doing things without thinking. When Rabbi Rebecca asked Casey to stop by Springfield on the way to wherever she was going to go next. She'd said sure, without thinking. When Blake had offered her the Company job cooking, she'd said yes without more than a half a second of thought. It had worked for eleven years, almost twelve. And then she'd come to Springfield and it had stopped working. Her face had been ripped up when she hadn't thought, had just dove to save Emma and Natalia. Half her liver had been taken out, because she'd just given it without a second thought.

And then her 'back of the pick-up' predicament'. She didn't even know who's pink baby it was in the front seat with this Sonni, they all tended to blend together. She also doubted that Sonni had a properly installed child seat in this hunk of rental junk.

"Ma... Ma..." Rafe practically knocked his mother over as he crushed her in a hug. He took a step back. "You're okay? Em's okay?" He paused, "Liv's okay?"

Natalia nodded, "Frank and Buzz are at Cedars, they both got shot in the butt. The woman took Colin, but other than that, everyone's okay." Natalia put her arm over her son's shoulders. "And... and Em..." She closed her eyes with what looked like relief, "She slept through the whole thing."

Rafe hugged his mother to him as they both stood on the farmhouse's front lawn. "That's good Ma. Hey, it wasn't Emma, she's not a baby, she's nine years old. It wasn't her."

Natalia glanced over where Mallet was physically restraining Jeffrey. "Mallet will find Colin for them."

Rafe gently tugged Natalia towards the door of the farmhouse. "Let's go back inside Ma. Go find Liv."

Natalia stopped their progress and put a hand on Rafe's cheek. "You've grown up so much."

"Ah, Ma..." He swallowed, "It's only 'cause of you I am who I am. C'mon, you know you want to go upstairs and join Liv in the staring at Em while she's asleep thing."

Natalia gave Rafe a gentle shove, "Inside smart aleck."

"Why are you just standing there, Sonni and Casey... they could be working together."

"They're not." Jeffrey whirled towards Doris, managed to get out of Mallet's grip and stalked towards Doris. He tried to put his hand on her, but she hit it away. "Back off O'Neill. Detective?"

Mallet managed to catch Jeffrey before he took a swing at Doris. Jeffrey struggled as he ranted, "What do you know, what do you know damnit?"

Doris glanced behind her. The only ones still on the front lawn where her, Jeffrey, Josh, Mallet, and Reva, but that was more than enough. Buzz had already clued into something back in the house, and then it was like something clicked. She needed people to know more than she was scared of people knowing. It made no sense the sudden change, but then it hadn't made sense that random day years ago when the fact that she liked women had just fallen into place too. For years she'd fought it, she was bi, she was curious, she was... open to anything and didn't need to be labeled. She'd told herself all that and more.

She'd been talking to her brother on the phone. That was when he was in New Jersey. They'd been talking about something that one of his kids had done, swimming, or some other achievement that really, she wasn't there so she didn't care about, and it was like, 'I'm gay'. Of course, she only realized that she'd actually said it out loud when her brother, the one in the family who could never shut up, was silent for a full thirty seconds. He'd taken it well though, and until pesky Olivia had run into her at Ladies Night had been the only one who knew.

Doris took a breath and opened her mouth, "I know where she was when Doctor Ramsey was killed."

Reva was unnervingly quiet. "Just because you were with her doesn't mean that they aren't in it together, and why should we even believe you? You were, what, having coffee, because you're such a good friend?"

"I..." She straightened her shoulders, "We were having sex, not coffee." Josh had a stunned look on his face, Jeffrey was frowning, and Reva didn't quite look convinced. Only Mallet seemed interested in the fact that she'd given Casey an alibi versus what the alibi had been. Doris wasn't done yet, "And, why? Why would Casey do any of it. Is she the most polished of folks? No, that doesn't make her a murderer. She knows no one in this town except the Rabbi... Rebecca."

Reva shot back, "Why would Sonni either. Last I'd heard she was doing great in San Francisco. Her practice was flourishing, crazies all around I guess."

"It wasn't crazies."

Everyone looked over. Ava stood there, supported by Sam. Mallet frowned and spoke, though he didn't take his hands off of Jeffrey. "How do you know?"

Ava glanced at Sam, who squeezed her tighter. "I was sitting at a restaurant in San Francisco. At the next table over I heard... I think something about Company or how good Buzz's burgers are, or something. So I introduced myself. She seemed nice. She had what seemed like a boring practice from what she said, but she seemed to love it. Helping couples reconnect, helping people be their best. I... it only got weird at the very end. She asked about people back home, and... more sp... she asked about you Reva. I..." Ava sighed and stared at the

ground, "It's my fault, all this is my fault. I am so, so sorry."

Reva stared at Ava for a long moment. "You told her... what?"

"That when my mother had come for a visit she'd told me about Colin, and how you'd survived the cancer with flying colors... again. How Shane and Josh were doing great too. Something about Shane sucking at Rock Band when he's drunk, and her getting a bruise..." Ava shook her head, "And she told me that you were back to your pain in the ass self, uh..." Ava blinked at Reva, "My mom's... uh, those were Olivia's words, not mine."

Mallet interrupted, "And then?"

Ava sighed, "It was like she turned herself off or something. I... I moved to San Francisco to get away from crazy. I excused myself and got the hell out of there. Her eyes were so, so dead, so cold and her hand had started to shake. I..." Ava leaned into her uncle, "I didn't think she'd come out here and, and hurt people, and kill that Doctor. It was an innocent conversation."

Jeffrey seemed to have gotten control of himself. He even asked his question in a calm, normal voice. "Was Casey there? In San Francisco?" Ava shook her head. Jeffrey pushed Mallet's arms away and turned, "Has she ever been anywhere near San Francisco?"

"Closest would be Vegas, years ago. And, no, I didn't see any reference to a Doctor Carrera."

Sam finally spoke up, "So, maybe, Casey just wanted to help save Reva's kid?"

Casey stared over the truck bed's edge at the ground rushing by. She knew they were going over rocks and dirt, but Sonni was going so fast that it just looked like muddled brown to Casey.

But her hastily thought up plan didn't involve being in the back of the truck to be found when Sonni came to a stop. Casey got her feet under her and winced. She put her hand down to where her stitches were supposed to be, and it came back up with blood.

She closed her eyes and mumbled under her breath, "It's only pain, it's only pain, it's only..." She was over the side and slammed hard into the ground. She rolled, and rolled and rolled, and then when her momentum stopped, she made herself roll a bit more.

Finally she came to a stop and just lay there for half a second. "Thank you." She slowly crouched and turned, watching as the truck parked next to the only house for miles. "Now... if you would be so kind, I just need a teensy bit of help here, with the whole stayin' alive for at least a little while longer." She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, stood to her full height and started towards the house.

"She still out there?"

Natalia nodded as Olivia joined her at the front door and they both stared out of its window. "Josh, Jeffrey, Doris and Mallet went out to search. Ava and Sam, I finally convinced them to go back to the Beacon."

Olivia was silent for a moment, "And Buzz and..." She trailed off.

"...and Frank? They're fine, though, they'll be sitting on donuts for a while."

Olivia tried to stop it, she would have sworn in front of a judge and jury of her peers that she tried her damndest to stop it, but still the laugh, and those that followed exploded from her gut. And she laughed and laughed and laughed. In between bouts she'd keep repeating, 'sorry, sorry'. But with the picture stuck in her head of Frank Cooper sitting on a butt donut... It was like when she saw the crazy Ikea ad with the 'start the car' lady, she just couldn't help but laugh.

Finally Olivia got control of herself. Olivia blinked as Natalia put a hand on her cheek and wiped the tears she'd laughed out. Olivia caught Natalia's hands in her own. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

Natalia smiled, "Did you see the cookies I started? I bake, you have inappropriate reactions to random things. We're both scared for Emma... Are you going to talk to her?"

Olivia looked back out the door, "Reva? I suppose." She kissed Natalia, "Save me a cookie. Oh, Natalia..."

Natalia brushed Olivia's hair out of her eyes, "I know the plan was for you to go to the Beacon. But, once you get Reva to either come in or go home, you're not going anywhere."

Olivia finally let go of Natalia and went outside. She came to a stop next to Reva. "It's not the summer. It's going to get cold."

Reva didn't move. "Are you kicking me off your property?"

"Nope. I figure you have three choices. One, go home. Two, come into the house. You're welcome to. Natalia's idea, not mine. Or three, I bring out an army blanket I have in the garage, wool, the real thing. It'd probably keep you reasonably warm tonight."

Reva still didn't move, staring down at the drive where Casey, Sonni, and her son Colin had disappeared. "What if it were Emma?"

"Natalia would have knocked me out hours ago so I wouldn't go after Jellybean. Where are Jeffrey and Josh?"

Reva shook her head and started to speak as Josh screeched to a halt in front of them. "Reva, get in."

Reva did and without another word Josh roared off. Olivia stared at the dust cloud for a second before she shook her head and went back inside.

She met Natalia in the kitchen taking out a batch of chocolate chocolate chip cookies. "What's up?"

"I think they may have found Colin."

Natalia sighed, "Took them long enough, how many hours has it been? Three, four?"

"For Reva. Too many." Olivia picked up a still warm and gooey cookie and put it

into her mouth. Almost immediately she had to open her mouth again, "Ww... www... hte hte, mlk, mlk... nee mlk..."

Natalia shook her head and chuckled as she opened the fridge.

Both were fast asleep when Mallet and two SFPD officers rushed into the house. The only one awake was a bound, gagged, and fighting to get free Sonni. But across the room from the crazy lady against a dormant fireplace sat a cross legged Casey. Her head rested against the stones and her face looked more peaceful than Mallet had ever seen it before.

And safely in her arms slept a softly snoring Colin, the slightest of smiles on his face.

Mallet lowered his gun and put on the safety. He put a hand on Casey's shoulder and she jerked awake and pulled away from him. Bringing Colin closer to her chest. She sighed when she saw it was Mallet.

She stood with a grimace, "Sorry... little edgy and a little bit in pain." She gently handed Colin to one of the Officers.

The other Officer led the still trussed up Sonni out the way they'd come, leaving Mallet and Casey alone. "What happened?"

Casey shook her head as she held her side. "She was surprised, had put Colin down on the bed. Kid was putting up a hell of a racket. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call something in?"

"The nearest neighbors are..."

"I know that Detective. He was making a hell of a racket. Uh, not to complain, but I'd love it if I could get a ride to Cedars. Get yelled at by some people and get some new stitches."

Mallet blinked, "Oh, yes, of course. I'll take you myself, see how Frank and Buzz are doing." He stared to put an arm around Casey, but stopped mid motion. "Do you..."

Casey smirked just a little to herself, "Need help gettin' to your car? Depends on how much paperwork you want to do."

Mallet frowned, "What?"

"Paperwork, if I keel over, bite the bullet, die. Yes Detective, I would like a hand to your car."