Happy Easter! I got you guys a present! An...Update! This time I made sure to put the family theme in there since we have a holiday on out hands :P Read and enjoy!

"No." the statement was clear enough. As was the body language to go with it. Agatha Madsen stood with her chest held high, hands placed firmly on her hips, lips pursed, and eyes full of utter boldness. Tommy wished he could bang his head against the wall in frustration.

"Agatha." he tried again, for what seemed like the millionth time "I have to go. I am-"

"You don't have to do anything." his wife snapped back at him, waving a butcher knife at him from the kitchen counter as she mercilessly attacked the steak she was cooking for dinner. Perhaps it was a bit stupid of Tommy to talk to her about this when she was armed...He knew Agatha like the back of his hand...And by the looks of it, the back of his hand was a lot safer.

"It isn't as though I want to go!" he cried, trying desperately to make her see reason "It is my job. I don't really have too much of a say in the matter." he thought for a moment, as she put down the knife (to Tommy's relief), that the argument was done with.

He really should have known better by now.

Agatha marched straight to the phone, yanking it off its cradle and started pushing furiously at numbers, making Tommy wonder the hell she was doing. He stood there, watching her with thorough amazement as she frowned and started talking into the phone so fast he was barely able to figure out a word she was saying.

Tommy sighed and walked over to the living room where he saw Ray standing with a smirk settled on his face.

"Who invited you in?" he asked as Ray fell to the couch with amusement still written on his expression.

"You did. When you told me you kept your spare key underneath that rock outside last month." he told him and Tommy made a face, making a mental note to move it sometime soon. "I'm guessing you told her?" Ray asked as he heard Agatha slam something in the other room and Tommy smiled and shook his head warily.

"Yeah...I'm scared she's going to kill someone though. I swear if our kid comes out and inherits her personality...We better start running now." Ray nodded; his face completely serious as he agreed with Tommy.

"Tommy Madsen... I am going to perfectly honest with you since you are my brother. I am scared to death of your wife." he told him and Tommy laughed.

"She does have that little charm doesn't she? It is hard to believe someone so delicate and sweet looking could be that lethal." Ray snorted at sentence and rolled his eyes as the two of the stretched out lazily in front of a fire crackling a couple feet away.

"She does have a point you know." Ray finally spoke up "About being mad. To be honest I don't think you should go either Tommy. Not when you have a kid that is coming and stuff. Just stay here for a little while. I mean, I'm not that bad of company right?" he asked and Tommy felt as though he were being kicked in the gut.

"I want to stay here and you know it. I just... Ugh, I have to go ok? I have to. It is my job and I can't just leave them. It isn't in my nature."

"Your nature is to do anything dangerous Thomas." Ray joked but his eyes held a serious edge to it. Tommy shrugged, figuring he was right and didn't deny it. There was a long pause in which there was a suspicious pause from the kitchen, and the two brothers exchanged wary looks before Agatha came out, her face flushed and a slightly triumphant look on her face.

"Ray! I wasn't expecting anyone to come today! I'll get you something if you like." she fawned, turning back to go into the kitchen.

"It's alright Aggie. I was just leaving anyway." Ray called over and Agatha gave him a stern look at the name 'Aggie'. They all knew the only one who even had a hope of getting away with calling her that was Tommy…and even then it was limited.

"Alright, but you can come over any time you know. I need all the help I can get to keep this one from doing anything stupid. I am scared to death that when the baby comes he is going to take him and go skydiving or something within the first week of getting him."

"Hey!" Tommy started in objection but Ray was already out the door and laughing, Agatha waving good naturedly at him before she turned back to her husband.

"Who were you calling?" he asked her curiously, his eyes asking a million questions as he grabbed a glass and came back into the room with it filled with water.

"A couple people. One of which was your commanding officer." she said and Tommy began to choke on the glass of water he was drinking.

"M-my-? What? Agatha! You can't just call my commanding officer! What did you say exactly?" Agatha threw an agitated look at him as she fell next to him on the couch.

"I can do whatever I want Thomas Madsen. And I told him exactly what I thought. I didn't want you going to Korea and I thought it was the most horrible idea ever thought of." Tommy sat there for a moment, completely in shock at what his wife had just done.

"And he said...?" he prompted her, interested in how his officer took to his quick-tempered wife.

"He said he would see what he could do but it sounds like you are still going." she shrugged "I might have been able to knock off a couple months though." Tommy shook his head, Agatha could work miracles.

"You," he said "Are the most amazing person I have ever met." he said and pulled her over to him, intercepted quickly by a large bump, roughly the size of a beach ball.

"Hey!" Tommy joked "Get out of the way kid." Agatha rolled her eyes and pushed her husband away, rubbing her stomach fondly.

"You know, we still haven't picked out a name." she told him and Tommy pouted.

"I thought Tommy Jr. was genius." he said and Agatha breathed in heavily before shaking her head.

"You sound like your brother. He told me we should name our child after a car. Of all things in the world. I just want our child to have something...simple." she said.

"How about Ford? Or Chevy?" Tommy smirked at her.

"I think if we called him that...He would get picked on at the playground."

"Nonsense. Any child of mine would simply beat up whoever picked on them."

"Any child of yours should pray that their father doesn't end up in jail for doing something completely crazy." Tommy smiled at her and he couldn't help but wonder how he got this lucky in life. He had the most gorgeous girl in the world as his wife. He had a child on the way and he couldn't think of anything in the world that could ruin that. He would kill anyone who hurt his family.

"What if he is a she?" Agatha suddenly asked and Tommy looked up at her in surprise. Her black hair was falling across her delicate face, contrasting with pale skin.

"Who?" he asked, distracted slightly by the sudden intensity in her eyes. They were the exact color of cherry wood. Deep and dark...The seemed to have this warm aspect to them that just let him feel lost...

"Our baby. The doctor said it is a boy...What if it is a girl?" she asked and Tommy shrugged.

"Bring out another can of paint for the nursery?" he asked but his wife didn't answer. She looked too deep in thought.

God she was beautiful. Tommy remembered when he saw her as a waitress...How she came from such a horrible background but...It made her strong. Stronger than anyone he ever knew. Agatha was about as small as a mouse, with the same framing, but strong as an elephant. Her face, which was fearless, never showed any sign of giving up, yet somehow held that gentle edge that made him melt.

"I like Rebecca. If we were to have a girl. It seems like such a...good name. Strong and simple."

"Like you." he told her and she smiled.

"Unlike you." she shot back at him "You would be strong and...complicated. Hard to figure out. Maybe that's what made me fall for you." If anyone else in the world had said that, Tommy might have rolled his eyes. In fact, he may have rolled his eyes at the whole cheesiness of the conversation. But, the truth of the matter was that it wasn't anyone else. It was Agatha and that made the world of difference.

"So Rebecca for a girl and we have yet decided on a boy's name." Tommy summed up and he thought for a minute, not able to figure out the perfect name for their son. At the moment though, he wasn't too worried. Everything was just so...so...Perfect.

It never lasted.

Tommy woke up gasping for breath. The sound of Agatha's laughter was still filling his ears and he could almost feel her warmth close against him. He swore under his breath, the dream or rather memory he supposed, was so vivid...So real. It stirred him up. He glanced over at the window beside him and cursed quietly again, seeing that the lights were on. How long had his granddaughter been awake? Had she seen him? Had she heard him? He figured neither since he hadn't been shot yet.

Carefully, he tried to move back into the shadows, still annoyed at himself that he had fallen asleep so carelessly near Rebecca. If she had seen him... Ugh, he would rather not think about what just could have happened. The result would have been...Bad to sum it up lightly.

As he peered in he tried to figure out where the heck she even was. Rebecca's bed was made, and all the lights were despite the fact it seemed to be two-thirty in the morning. Never mind sleep he supposed. As he looked around more carefully he saw papers spread around on the floor, all of them marked in different color pens. Circles and crosses spilled over the pages, small notes written specifically in some places. Pictures of various inmates Tommy recognized were taped up on the wall, certain marks in which could be noticed even in different disguises were highlighted and pinpointed.

She never does anything half-way does she?

Tommy spotted Rebecca herself, curled up in the chair he sometimes occupied when he watched her sleep. She sipped some coffee in one had while she balanced a manila folder, spilling with notes on her knees' looking intently at it. Her eyes were flitting back in forth as she read the pages, pausing every so often to digest a new piece of information. Ah, Rebecca. The whole scene right now was just so...her.

Rebecca. Tommy's thoughts digressed as he thought of the simple name. The name that he heard on his mind only minutes ago.

Rebecca. It had always been odd to Tommy, that when he came to the time of 2012 that he granddaughter had that specific name. Rebecca. He wondered if his son or daughter-in-law had picked it out. It was weird... Agatha had liked that name for a girl. Yet, she was dead and Tommy was in jail so of course no one knew that if they had ever had a daughter instead of a son, they would be named Rebecca. But... Somehow, his granddaughter ended up with the name. A fact that intrigued Tommy. Was it fate? Destiny? Any of those tacky things that Agatha would always tease him about?

Tommy felt another pain as he thought of the name again. Agatha. His brain flittered back to the dream and he felt a quick jab of pain. What would she say right now? If she knew everything that happened he means. If Agatha were here...Would she agree with what he was doing? Or would she tell him differently? He could only imagine the pure horror on her face if she knew he stabbed their only granddaughter. She would be over the edge furious. However if she knew the whole story...

What would Agatha say? If Tommy was honest with himself he would admit he didn't know. He knew his wife well. She was like a piece of him before well...you know. But Tommy still wasn't sure what she would say about the situation...

Or did he? A thought resurfaced his mind of something he had said to his brother long ago...

I swear if our kid comes out and inherits her personality...We better start running now.

He never did find out if Van inherited his mother's personality. He only knew him until he was three. Was he like his mother? Or him? Tommy looked over at his granddaughter and he had a pretty certain conclusion that she had inherited her grandmother's…charm.

This was hell. All of this was freaking hell.

To most, Tommy Madsen shouldn't be asking questions. He already had all the answers. About the Alcatraz case, why he had done what he's done, why other 63's did what they did. But…He had his own questions that weren't answered yet. All of them about his family.

What were they like? If…He had been around…Would they have liked him? Would his family have been close? What made his son fall for this Sally? Was Sally like Agatha? Was Sally like him? Or was she just totally different from all of them? What about Van? He was a good man right? Van wasn't like…him was he? Did he grow up ok? Did he ever ask about Tommy?

These were all things he wanted to ask Ray but…He couldn't. Of course he couldn't. Not without getting killed.

Rebecca stood up, putting her drink down and stretching. She threw the folder down with a look of uneasiness and frustration before walking over to her sink to put her cup in the dishwasher. Tommy craned his neck and was only half surprised to see the folder was his file. Eh, he couldn't say he was totally shocked. He knew that she would be slightly more inclined to hunt him down and try to figure him out before killing him. Tommy knew that if she had ever had any thoughts of him being a good man before...Well, he was sure that, that wasn't the case anymore.

After watching her carefully for a couple minutes, Tommy wondered what was going on in her mind. He was always so intrigued by her. She was generous yet unforgiving. Quick tempered yet patient. Smart yet oblivious. It seemed to him that all her aspects were full of opposites.

He could definitely say she was related to Agatha.

What would she do if he just walked in? Shoot him? More than likely. Would she ever trust him? Probably...not. He frowned and looked down at his hands, wishing he could just talk to her again...maybe with her responding without resentment.

He knew he shouldn't though. For her own safety. In fact, it may be better off he limited himself to seeing her. He didn't want to risk leading some 63 rapist to her. His mind flashed back to that one man in the street all those months ago... He was glad he killed him. Worthless thing, holding a gun to his granddaughter. Of all the nerve in the world.

Rebecca went forward to her bed and paused a moment as she lifted a gun, the gun he had given her only three days ago before she had been discharged from the hospital. He bit his lip. It may have not been wisest on his part to give her a gun but he knew she would get one anyway so he figured he may as well give her one that had...advantages to it.

Tommy hoped she used it. Not because it would prove she had a little trust in him but because it would be easier to make sure she was safe with him putting the tracking device in it and all. Tommy watched as she sighed and put it down next to the now framed picture he had given her for her birthday as well. She sat there for a moment, just looking at the photo and Tommy knew that for once, the two were thinking the same thing.

What were they like?

He supposed it would always be a mystery.

Kind of a bitter-sweet thing going on. I always wondered about Agatha...In a couple chapters I might do more on her but I'm pretty sure that my next one will be centered around Hauser. Hopefully you all liked my little gift! Please review, I always love to see your feedback, it makes me happy! Thanks!