Isabel cringed when she saw Walter in her office. Paralegal was a step down in her plans for success, and she got fired from being a Marshall because she loved him. God she still loved him, but he brought a toxicity that she couldn't afford to meddle with again. "What are you doing here?"

"Nice suit," Walter said. "Leo wanted me to get the gang back together. I already got Willa. Now I need you."

"Do you know how hard it was for me to find a job after getting fired?" she whisper yelled.

"I can find you a better job if you simply ask. But it will have to wait until I find dirt on Uncle Shad. So give me a week." Walter's grin was infectious, and she huffed a laugh of her own.

"Fine. But it'll wait to see what you find for me." She shook her head and shooed him out of the office. "I have to get back to work."

He refused to budge. "Blow it off."

"No."

"What if I carried you out of here?"

"Not gonna happen and don't you even say you're going to risk it. You touch me and I swear I'll press charges."

Walter leaned forward and kissed her softly. "No need."

What kind of dirt could Walter find on Uncle Shad? Something that would shame him into leaving Willa alone? No petty crimes would do the trick so it would either have to be something like rape or murder, or conversely doing something wholesomely legal. The search was on. Walter spent hours looking over Willa's shoulder as she manned the computer looking for the legal stuff, and then would search for more nefarious dirt.

Three days later, Walter was standing in an empty public pool with a sledgehammer and a shovel. Five hours after that he called the police with a tip about a body and who killed the person. And it wasn't just any person. It was another Rom.

"One down, one to go." Walter walked away from the park with a whistle and hop in his step.

Six days later, and they were all moving to Washington DC. Walter found Isabel a job working in the White House as a member of the Secret Service personally assigned by the President.

Leo stood outside the bar he just purchased. "What should we call it?"

"Want me to find a name?" Walt asked.

"No. I've got it." Leo smiled with gentle edges. "The Minder."

Walt clapped Leo on the back. "I like it." They walked inside and Walt kept talking. "You know Pope called you my Minder."

"She did?"

"Yup." Walter gazed around the disaster that was the inside of the old bar. "Need me to find a cleaning service?"

Leo laughed. "Willa's already upstairs in her apartment."

"It's good to have a minion as dedicated as her." Walt cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered, "Willa Monday! Get your ass down here and help!"

A minute later Willa joined them, wearing clothes already stained from bleach and a pair of thick rubber gloves in hand. "I need a dust mask."

"I'll find it!" Walt hopped over to the box of supplies and found the mask. "Got it!"

"He's been like this since he got out, hasn't he?" Willa asked Leo.

"Yes. Give it time and he'll calm down."

Two weeks later and The Minder had its opening night. Willa and Isabel and Leo and Walter toasted to their family being back together though Willa's drink was soda. The toast?

"Blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb."