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Lucky paused long enough to crack his neck before entering his parents' home. It was the last full week before Daphne's CD dropped. From now until a week from Tuesday, his already hectic schedule would morph into hyper drive. Final printing approvals, shipping confirmations, press releases and interviews, media appearances. He was taking a personal interest in launching Daphne into the world and right now her CD was his world.

It was weeks like this that reminded him why he put up with his mother's constant nagging about his love life and settling down. The constant lectures from his baby sister about how he was in danger of ruining his son's life. Without them being so close by and willing to watch Cameron, he could not imagine what he would do.

"Hello?" he called walking through the front door. "Anyone here?"

"Daddy!" Cameron ran out of the kitchen at the sound of his father's voice. His small face was smeared with cookie dough batter. "You home!"

Deftly, Lucky picked Cameron up and swung him in the air. "Well hey there Mr. Messy."

Cameron laughed and help onto Lucky's neck for dear life. "I make cookies with Gramma."

"Make them or wear them, bud? I did teach you the difference right?"

Standing in the kitchen door wiping her hand, Laura's laughter floated over to both of them. "Cameron's been a very good helper today." Walking over to them, she gently pulled Cameron from Lucky's arms and placed him on the ground. "Time to go wash up Cameron."

Cameron raced towards the first floor bathroom to wash his hands. Lucky smiled as he watched him go. "Thanks again Mom."

"It's not a problem. How is everything coming together for the new CD?"

Lucky fell onto the overstuffed couch. "If I'm living up to my name, it should go like clockwork."

"Well good." Laura smiled as her grandson returned, carefully rubbing his face. "Get all cleaned up Cameron?"

Cameron nodded and pulled himself up on the couch to sit next to Lucky. Smiling down at his son, Lucky patted his head. "So Cams, what did you with Gramma?"

"We went to the park."

"You did?"

Cameron nodded. "We saw Miss Lizabeth there."

Laura quickly busied herself with straightening the placemats on the dinning room table. Lucky raised his eyebrow and kept one eye trained directly on his mother. "Miss Elizabeth? Well that sounds fun."

Oblivious to his father's stare, Cameron cheerfully continued. "Miss Lizabeth played with me."

"She did?" Lucky did not miss how quickly his mother's movements sped up.

"Is that the timer? I better go check on those cookies." Laura's hands fluttered by her face as she attempted to return to the kitchen.

"I think the cookies are fine Mom." Lucky called out. "Why don't you come and listen to Cameron's story?"

"Miss Lizabeth swung on the swings with me." Cameron tugged on Lucky's arm, indicating his father should lower his ear. "Daddy? I like Miss Lizabeth. She's fun."

Laura caught the smile on Lucky's face when he heard whatever it was Cameron had whispered to him. It was her favorite picture of the two them, their heads close together, sharing secrets. She attempted to steer Cameron's story away from a recital of all that had happened when Elizabeth had joined them. "And you saw Josh and Leo at the park as well honey."

Cameron nodded but he was clearly more interested in sharing his day with his teacher. "Miss Lizabeth and Gramma had a grown up talk Daddy."

Lucky carefully looked at his mother. She sat in the chair, trying to fight down the blush. Why did he have a feeling this wasn't going to be a good thing where he was concerned? "Mom..." he started in a warning tone.

Laura moved quickly. "Cameron, why don't you go see what your Aunt Lulu is doing upstairs? She may want cookies later and you have to tell her about them."

Instantly understanding the seriousness of his mission, Cameron nodded and made his way up the stairs. When she saw his feet disappear up the stairs, she turned to face her son. "Now Lucky, it wasn't as bad as you are thinking."

"It's not?"

"We had a perfectly pleasant conversation."

"That you probably cornered her into." Lucky crossed his arms over his chest. He had seen his mother in action many times. He was well aware of her methods.

"I most certainly did not!"

"How far away were Josh and Leo when you pointed them out to Cameron?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

Lucky shook his head slowly. "Mom, I'm not that out of touch that I don't know who Cameron's usual playmates are. Josh and Leo are not on the list. If he was playing with them, it's because you pointed them out to get Elizabeth alone."

"I would not use my grandson in such a manner."

Lucky burst out laughing. "Mom, you use him in every guilt trip you've laid on me since his birth. Even if he has nothing to do with the question at hand."

Laura threw her hands up in defeat. "Fine, maybe I did point out Josh and Leo just to talk to her. But it's your own fault."

"My fault?" Lucky sputtered incredulously. "How is it my fault?"

"You've created such an air of mystery around whatever it is that is happening between the two of you. You bring her to the house and then hide her in the kitchen the entire party. Sue me for wanting to know more about her."

"Mom, you've actually seen her more times than I have at Cameron's school." It was a weak point he knew, but it was the only one he had.

Laura cocked her head to the side and shook her head. "Your father would disown you if he heard that excuse. That was pretty bad son."

Lucky shrugged. "It was all I had." He shook his finger in his mother's direction. "What exactly did you two talk about?"

"It was a private conversation."

"Mom, she's already spends half her time pissed at me for things I admit I've stupidly done. I just need to know what amount of damage control I have to do."

"Not every conversation I have is about you my boy. For your information your name hardly came up."

"Mother."

"We mainly talked about her and her family."

Lucky closed his eyes tightly. "Just answer me these questions. Embarrassing childhood storied involving nudity?"

"No."

"Ugly childhood pictures that I know are in your wallet shown?"

"No."

"Probing slightly veiled questions about her intentions with your son and grandson?"

Laura paused. It was confirmation enough for Lucky. "Mom" he groaned covering his hands with his eyes.

"Lucky you have to admit you don't normally bring a girl home so soon after you meet her. I didn't ask anything blatant."

"You never do."

"But this relationship," she corrected herself when she caught the look on her son's face. Too soon for him to admit that she realized belatedly. "Or whatever it is you call it right now, is not following your normal pattern. You are never this secretive with someone we know you are seeing. You don't date women who know about Cameron. You certainly don't introduce them to us after three dates."

"Two." He automatically corrected. "That trip to Buffalo does not count."

"Well two dates then. You can't blame a mother for asking certain questions."

"Did she run away screaming?"

"No Mr. Smart Mouth she did not."

"I have to talk to her. Tell her my entire family isn't crazy." he muttered under his breath.

"Too late for that dear. She's already met your father."

"Courtney Matthews." Courtney answered, placing her hand over the phone. "Thank you," she said to the doorman when he reached out to open the door for her. She still couldn't believe three years of modeling had led to her being cast in one of the coolest movies ever. And who should be the lead man in the movie, but Collin Farrell? Oh, she was so giddy she almost dropped the phone. "I'm sorry, hello?"

"Courtney, it's Anna. Robin's mother." Anna wasn't sure why she was being so formal. Of course Courtney would know who she was. They had met hundreds of times usually only for a few minutes. She supposed her need to be specific had more to do with the fact that she couldn't reach her daughter. It wasn't like Robin to not carry her phone with her everywhere she went. If she had it on silent surely she would see the eleven flashing messages from her mother!

"Anna, hello!" Courtney greeted her friend's mother as she would a friend. Balancing her bag on her left shoulder, she sandwiched the phone between her shoulder and cheek while she used her free hand to unlock the loft. "What can I do for you?" She couldn't think of another reason for her roommate's mother to be calling her.

"I was wondering if perhaps I could talk to Robin." Anna explained her voice soft, her tone hopeful.

"She's not with me. I just got home from a week's worth of shooting. I'm an actress now." Courtney doubted she'd ever grow tired of saying that. "Collin Farrell, can you believe it?"

"No." Anna replied impatiently. "What I mean is...that's great news. Listen Courtney, I've been trying to reach Robin since last night. She called and left a message about Morgan on my voicemail…"

That got Courtney's attention. Setting her bag next to the desk, she shut the door behind her and reached for the phone. "What about Morgan?"

"Poor little thing had a hundred and two temperature last night." Anna told her.

"Is he all right?" Courtney asked.

"I assume. The phone calls stopped. She must have gotten a hold of the pediatrician." Anna stated simply.

"Wait…there's a note here." Courtney picked up the pink message tab. She read it aloud, "'Court, I'll probably be gone when you get home. Morgan is staying at Elizabeth's for the night. I should be back in the morning. Love Robin.'"

"Does it say anything else? Where she is perhaps?" Anna pressed.

"No. That's all it says." Courtney shook her head.

"Does it look like her handwriting?" Anna wondered.

"Who else would have written this?"

"I've collected a handful of enemies over the years. It's inevitable in politics. Please check it next to something else she has written that you know of." Anna insisted.

"I somehow doubt--" Courtney began.

"Courtney, please. This could be life-threatening." Anna's voice never rose, but Courtney caught onto the worried tone immediately.

"I'm going to set the phone down and see what I can find." Courtney explained, spending the next five minutes looking for even a scrap of paper Robin might have written on.

"Well?" She asked when Courtney picked up the phone.

"She wrote a thank-you note to our neighbor for…watching Morgan." Courtney stared at the note skeptically.

"Check it!" Anna all but screamed.

"I did. They match." Courtney promised.

"Do they look identical, because someone could have--" Anna prattled on.

"I'm going to call Elizabeth and make sure. Let me call you right back." She waited for Anna to hang up and then did the same, finding Elizabeth's cell number taped to the fridge under a picture Morgan had drawn of the three of them. Robin's stick-person was extremely lifelike: everyone else in the picture was taller than she was.

"Hello?"

"Liz, it's Courtney."

"Hey big time actress! You completely famous yet?"

"Collin Farrell is the lead! Can you believe that?" Courtney paused. "There's an actual reason I'm calling though."

"Besides gloating?" Elizabeth laughed. "Let me guess. Morgan?"

"Yes. I see Robin's note here and Anna tells me he had a fever last night."

"Yeah. It was pretty high but apparently it broke some time during the night."

"That's good." Courtney put her hand to her chest. "I was surprised to see that Robin left Morgan with you. What I mean is do you know where she is? Her mother is going crazy trying to reach her."

"Well she wasn't even sure where she was going. But I know who she's with if that helps."

"What? I'm afraid I'm confused."

"Have you tried her cell phone?" Elizabeth prodded.

"Yes. And so has her mother." So she hadn't actually tried to reach her yet. This was faster.

"It must be going better than she expected if she's not answering her phone." Elizabeth mused to herself.

"What does that mean?" Courtney had a feeling she didn't want to know.

"Promise you won't freak out."

"Elizabeth Webber, what aren't you telling me?"

"That she's out on a date with Patrick Drake and he wouldn't tell her where he was going, just to pack a bag?" Elizabeth spoke quickly, bracing herself as if Courtney could reach through the phone and hit her.

"WHAT?! I'm gone one week and she completely loses her senses?"

"Well he was apparently really sweet when Morgan was sick..."

"He was here...at the loft with them?"

"Apparently he got concerned when she missed Bobbie's party and came to see them. And ended up staying for..."Elizabeth paused realizing that Courtney would not like the rest of the story Robin had told her. "Well staying for awhile."

"How long is awhile, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly. This was not going to go over well. "Falling asleep in your chair?"

"M-my chair?!" She had just sat down in the aforementioned piece of furniture and now she had to jump out of it. "Falling asleep doing what?"

"Robin said it was totally innocent. Morgan was right there on the couch."

"He was right there when they were fooling around in my chair?"

"She never said fooling around."

"What exactly did she say?"

"That he came over, taught Morgan how to play Poker, they watched movies, kissed a little, and then she fell asleep and Patrick put both her and Morgan in bed."

"She hates Patrick. Why would she agree to go with him anywhere overnight? I mean, Morgan is recovering from a deadly fever."

"The pediatrician never said deadly and my grandmother has been watching him all night. He's been fine. As for Patrick...there's been some thawing in that area."

"I can't believe she would do that. It's not like her at all."

"I know but I think it might be a good thing Court. She seems to really like him."

Taking a breath, she prepared herself for the answer to her next question. "How serious is this between them?"

"I have no idea. She gets really defensive when I question her about it and immediately switches the subject to me and Lucky."

"Is it just sex?" She asked quietly.

"I think she thinks it's just sex for him. I'm not sure what it is for her."

"Do you need me to come and get Morgan?"

"Don't rush. He's having a blast. He's discovered my grandmother's attic and thinks it's the coolest toy store ever invented. Come when you are ready."

"I'll get him in the morning...just in case Robin isn't back from her date."

"That's fine. He's actually helping me out. Just give me a call before you come."

"I will. Thank you, Liz."