Steven threw his empty suitcase onto the spare bedroom's mattress and began methodically packing it to the rim with the clothes he had brought. After the layer of clothes, he added a layer of books on research and strokes, books he had spent the trip up studying. He was pretty sure he had gained more medical knowledge during the half day trip than his sister or either of his parents. Glancing up at the clock, he knew he was going to miss his flight if he didn't hurry up. It seemed like he had just gotten here, but his plane ticket swore a week had gone by.

He wished he had spent his time doing something other than making trips back and forth to the hospital, but his grandmother had needed him. She still needs you, a biting voice reminded him. She needs you to stop being such a selfish little bastard, it went on even when he shook his head to try and knock it loose. His pregnant sister shouldn't be the one taking care of their ailing grandmother. Neither should she be left with a bunch of strangers in a nursing home facility. What other option was there?

And then there was the matter of Lucky Spencer. Who did that guy think he was, volunteering like a nice guy to help his girlfriend's grandmother when the rest of her family had better things to do? It was almost admirable and Steven didn't want to admit the guy capable of such a thing. The more he listened to Lucky's logic, the deeper into his mind he was able to explore, Steven Webber became a little afraid: afraid he might start liking Lucky. What was next? Him agreeing that their decision to not get married and raise the baby together was a good idea? Steven looked at his watch this time and cursed brutally.

"Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?" Georgie teased from the doorway. She was in a pair of black leggings and a thin pink sweater, her hair pulled back in a bunch of pins. Her bangs flew defiantly in front of her eyes and she adorably swatted them back.

He smirked in spite of himself. "Georgie girl, what are you doing here?" He put his hands on his hips in mock annoyance.

Georgie thought for a second and then said, "Learning some new words apparently."

"Apparently." Steven agreed with a bob of his head.

"I thought I'd see you off." Georgie explained her expression suddenly very glum.

"It's not like you won't see me once you get back." Steven reasoned closing the space between them and lightly lifting her chin.

"There's no telling how long this could go on and my family needs me here." Georgie told him.

"Yes and you need them." Steven pressed his forehead to hers.

"Where's the first place you're going when you get back?" Georgie wondered tilting her head.

"Bed." Steven answered honestly and they both blushed.

"And after you no longer need your beauty sleep?" Georgie prompted.

"Maybe I'll hit a bookstore." Steven replied trying to bite back a smile at the expression she gave him.

"You know, there's a lot in Paris to see besides the inside of a bookstore." Georgie insisted almost quoting one of their previous conversations.

"Well maybe I'll just try something crazy." Steven considered.

"Oh no you don't." Georgie shook her head poking him in the sides until they were both laughing so hard there were tears in their eyes.

"Would you be jealous?" Steven raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yes I would." Georgie admitted.

"Nothing to worry about. You're stuck with me." Steven assured her as he pulled her into a hug.

"I know." Georgie nodded against his gray pullover.

"I'll call the airline." Steven offered already digging into the back pocket of his slacks to retrieve his cell phone.

"No." Georgie countered. "No, we're getting you there on time."

"But I could just stay here with you for a little while. I'm sure there are plenty of flights out." Steven reasoned.

"And how long before we get caught by your sister?" Georgie challenged smoothly.

"I hate it when you're right." Steven whispered into her hair.

"I'm always right." Georgie replied arrogantly. Standing back so she could look up at him, she continued, "The sooner you figure that out, the easier it'll be for you."

"I don't want easy." Steven argued.

"Well then this is probably the best thing for you." Georgie pointed to him and then back at herself.

Steven released her and went back to the bed to get his suitcases. "Okay, I'm ready." He said with more confidence than he felt.

"Almost." Georgie took a few steps toward him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn't want him to go but neither did she want him to be stuck here. The last week had been hectic to say the least but it wasn't like they had gotten anytime to spend together or that they would if he stayed longer. Nothing would change. One kiss, she told herself. Just one kiss and then she could do anything.

Steven cupped her face in his hands and gingerly touched his lips to hers, involuntarily leaning into her at the delicious contact. He was going to keep the kiss simple, he decided. He wasn't going to deepen it. But his body wasn't paying any attention to this flawless logic and that should have explained why his tongue was suddenly in her mouth. She sighed in contentment and he pulled back suddenly, his eyes wide as he stared at her moist mouth. "You're going to kill me." He declared gruffly.

"Ha!" Georgie responded. "Come on." She took the lighter of the two suitcases and dragged him toward the cab she had waiting.

Even though it was his house, it still felt strange to be inside. Nothing looked any different, Lucas and Dillon had seen to that. In an effort to do anything to help, they and Lance had taken it upon themselves to straighten up everything the FBI and the police overturned, repaint Cameron's room, and help with moving the furniture out of the office to convert it into a bedroom for Audrey. Moving Audrey had been relatively smooth and her therapy schedule would be easy enough to work out. No it wasn't anything to do with the house physically that was causing Lucky to still feel uneasy.

He'd never admit it, but the fear he had felt that night when he raced through the street was still there. Same as it was with Cameron. Last night had been their first night back in the house and Cameron had refused to sleep in his own room, preferring instead to sleep in-between him and Elizabeth. Some part of him had argued Cameron had to face this and sleep in his own room at some point, but right now he wanted everyone important to him close so he knew they were still here and safe.

He sat down on the couch and listened carefully for the noises he associated with home. Cameron was playing with his trains in the basement. Elizabeth was sitting in Audrey's room reading to her. The picture of normalcy if someone didn't know anything about the past week. Leaning his head back on the back of the couch, he closed his eyes, trying to keep the memories that had been threatening to overtake him at bay. He had hoped moving Audrey in would have kept the memories from coming back, but it wasn't working. They kept ambushing him whenever he had a silent moment.

He couldn't loose it. Not now not ever. This wasn't about him; it was about Lulu. He had to stay strong to find his sister. When she was home, he would have no reason to think about that night anymore. It would be over and done with, never to be thought of again.

The pounding on the front door shook him from his reverie. Sighing he lifted himself up off the couch, almost half hoping it was a reporter or someone else he didn't want to see. Picking a fight would be an excellent way to outrun his memories. Lucky held back a sigh that threatened to escape his lips when he recognized Tony and Lisa standing on his front step. Not exactly the fight he was hoping for, he mused silently.

"Tony. Lisa. Have a good trip?" He would try for pleasant.

Tony stood there fuming, swatting the newspaper back and forth in his hand. Cameron's name hadn't been mentioned, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what has really happened that night. As if he didn't trust himself to speak, he turned towards his wife, gesturing for her to start the conversation. Sighing Lisa looked into Lucky's eyes. "Why didn't you call us Lucky?" She demanded. "Why didn't we know?"

Lucky winced at the tone in Lisa's voice. He was used to the disapproving voice from Tony, not Lisa. "I was going to." He promised.

"When?" Tony managed in an icy voice as he pushed his way into the living room. "When whoever tried to kidnap my grandson actually succeeded?"

"I didn't mean to not call." Lucky swore. He had meant to do it. But between Audrey's stroke, Lulu's kidnapping and Maria's birth, time had slipped away from him. The only reason he knew a week had passed was because the date on the newspaper said so. "There was a lot going on that night."

"A lot going on." Tony grumbled. "A lot going on. I have to read about my grandson almost being kidnapped in the paper because he had a lot going on. You kept his name out but I'm not stupid Lucky. He was a target!"

"We saw about Lulu being missing," Lisa tried to explain. "So I'm sure you were tied up with the police over that..."

"It doesn't excuse him cutting us out of Cameron's life again." Tony interrupted loudly. "We should have been called."

"I've never cut you out of Cameron's life." Lucky protested hotly. My life would be easier if I had, he added silently. Tony and Lisa had a standing invitation where Cameron was concerned and Tony knew it.

"The only reason you let us see Cameron is because of your guilt. Your guilt for taking our daughter from us." Tony condemned Lucky harshly.

"It was an accident, no more, no less. I had nothing to do with that." Lucky ran his hands through his hair and moved further into the living room. "Cameron is fine by the way in case you cared to know."

"Well thank you for sharing that information with us. We feel so honored you take us into consideration, Mr. Hot Shot." Tony sneered.

"This is fear talking." Lisa explained, resting her hand on her husband's shoulder.

"Lisa you don't have to sugar coat it. Tony's waited for years to prove his theory that I am terrible father—and now he has his chance. That's gloating not fear."

"Don't tell me what to feel Spencer!" Tony screamed at him. "You got your child back. We didn't. And now you're so surprised that we aren't reacting calmly and rationally? What if the kidnapper tries again? Are you going to be there to save our grandson next time, or are you counting on your friend to be there? Or how about your sister?" The old man wasn't fast enough to dodge Lucky's fist. Lisa ran to her husband, her eyes cold when they reached Lucky's.

"Lucky, he's an old man!" Lisa shrieked at him. "Does it give you pleasure to hurt him?"

"Old my ass." Tony grumbled, leaning on his wife so he could stand up.

"What is going on out here?" Elizabeth's voice carried from the behind the trio. She had been quite comfortable reading with her grandmother when it sounded as if World War III was going to break out in her living room. Even though she realized it would probably end sooner if Tony didn't see her, it sounded as if all three lost their sense and forgot Cameron was still in this house and didn't need to see his father and grandfather fighting again. That little boy had been through enough in the past week.

"He started it," Lucky mumbled under his breath.

"He started it? I expect better answers from my students and they're three." Elizabeth reacted incredulously.

As the young couple continued to argue in front of them, forgetting their presence entirely, both Lisa and Tony felt their eyes grow wide as they took in the changes to Elizabeth's figure in the months since they had seen her. It was impossible to miss the protruding stomach, and it didn't take a genius to figure out the reason for it. The ghostly memory of Jess, swollen with Cameron, danced before both their eyes, causing tears to blind Lisa's eyes. Blinking she turned away while her husband continued to stare in disbelief.

Trying to focus on anything else than the realization that Cameron was about to be a part of a whole new family, she found herself being drawn toward the couch. Lucky's style had always been simple, if stereotypical bachelor. No decorations that had no obvious use. Now as Lisa took in her surroundings, she noticed a throw pillow on the couch, a blanket draped across the back of the couch, colorful baskets in the area where Cameron usually kept his toys, picture frames other than the plain black frames Lucky favored. Not only was Elizabeth pregnant, it appeared she had moved in as well.

Shakily, Lisa found her voice. "Oh my God."

"Did this fall into the category of things you were going to tell us too?" Tony asked, barely keeping his voice level.

Wincing Elizabeth turned around. How it had slipped her mind Tony and Lisa weren't aware of her pregnancy was beyond her, but she had totally forgotten. She had been relieved when they had to miss Cameron's birthday party since she hadn't wanted the day to go badly for Cameron, but with everything else going on, somehow she had missed the fact they hadn't exactly told Tony and Lisa anything about the baby, much less the new living arrangements. This was going to make her family's reactions look downright pleasant, she thought with a shudder. "I suppose surprise wouldn't be appropriate right now would it?"

"I don't know." Tony mused. "It seems today is the day I learn all sorts of surprises."

"I was going to tell you at Cameron's birthday, but then you weren't able to come." Lucky tried to explain. The truth was, even though he knew he should have told Tony and Lisa about the baby, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. One more set of people to blame him for Elizabeth being an unwed mother. Of course this set would have actual history to back them up on the argument.

"How far along?" Lisa managed in a strangled voice. "And how long have you been living here?"

"Six months in a few weeks. And a little over a month." Elizabeth answered honestly, rubbing her stomach as the baby chose that moment to move. A little drama and this kid decided to try for some attention, had to be a Spencer trait, she mused.

Tony staggered at the admission and felt the need to sit down. Six months along. In three months, his grandson would have a little brother or sister. And he or she would be living with him here, in this house. Sinking into the couch, he shook his head. Clearly Lucky had learned from Jess. Now he would live with the woman before he stole her child away from her. "I hope you don't actually expect anything more than this." He said in Elizabeth's direction.

"What?" Elizabeth was thrown by Tony's voice. She had been concentrating on the hurt, pain, and confusion radiating in Lisa's eyes. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize the other woman was remembering her own lost daughter right now and more than likely reliving the last few months of her too short life. Tony's gruff proclamation startled her and forced Elizabeth to look directly at the other man for the first time ever.

"I'm sure right now it seems fine, but has he promised you anything? Any sort of future for you or your child? He promised things to me regarding Cameron as well. Promised me he would be able to live a normal life. Now he's almost been exposed to the press. He promised he would keep him safe. Cameron's been in hospitalized and now almost kidnapped in under a year. He's big on promises but take it from me. He doesn't follow through. Do you know how we met Lucky? He and Jess stumbled in through her bedroom window, both of them intoxicated. They were making enough noise to wake up the neighborhood, but it was enough to just startle us." Tony squeezed his forehead between all five of his fingers.

At Elizabeth's all-knowing expression, Tony went on. He knew it was hurt that made him do so, but that wasn't going to stop him. It was about time this young woman was disenchanted before she lost her child how his daughter had lost hers and how he had lost his daughter. "The next time we saw them together was when they announced that Jess was pregnant, they weren't getting married, and they planned on raising my grandson while living their dreams. Do you know what it is to be naïve, Elizabeth? My daughter and this man here were very naïve. They weren't comfortable enough with each other to get married, but they were smart enough to raise a child? Has he promised you cohabitation? A future? An agreement? A marriage?"

"She already lives here Tony." Lisa finally spoke. "Just look around."

"So she does." Tony mumbled.

"I understand your concerns, Mr. Grimes," Elizabeth took a step toward him. "But I'm not going into this blind."

"Jess said the same thing. A year later we were burying her."

"I had nothing to do with the accident." Lucky forced himself to take a deep breath. He had already lost it once today where Tony was concerned and he was determined to not do it again.

"So you've said." Tony snapped. "Did Lucky tell you he didn't cry when we told him she was dead? He didn't cry at the funeral. He's never cried. You know why?" He gave her a minute to consider the correct response. "All he wanted was Cameron."

"Everyone grieves in their own way." Elizabeth countered.

"What do you know about grief?" Lisa cried out. "How many children have you buried?"

"I would never say I understand your grief. I hope to God I never can say that. But the way you grieve for your daughter is going to be different than the way he would grieve for the mother of his child." Elizabeth argued.

"Lizzie! Lizzie!" Cameron came barreling through the basement door, barely even noticing the presence of his grandparents in the same room. He hurtled himself at her legs, causing Elizabeth to reach out and grab Lucky's arm for balance. Wrapping his arms around her calve tightly, he looked up at her. "I heard the noise again."

"Cams I told you that was just the heater. There's nothing to be afraid of." Sinking down as best she could without falling over, she rubbed his curly head and placed one finger under his chin. "Do we need to investigate again?"

Cameron nodded seriously and pulled at her hand, determined to go investigate right now. Turning around he caught sight of Tony and Lisa for the first time. "Hi Grandpa! Hi Grandma!"

"Hi Cameron!" Tony crouched down and goaded his grandson forward. At the feel of his little arms wrapping around his neck, Tony choked back a sob. "Grandma and I have missed you so much."

"I miss you too." Cameron pulled back and looked Tony in the eye. "I will be right back. Lizzie and I have to go investigate right now."

"Cam we can investigate later." Elizabeth protested.

"Cameron. Can you come and see me please?" Lisa managed to muster, holding out her arms to her grandson.

Cameron made his way over and walked into her outstretched arms. "Yes Grandma?"

Lisa hugged him and kissed the top of his curly head. "Nothing darling. I just needed a hug."

"I give good hugs."

"That's right you do!" Lisa agreed, stepping back from him. "No one gives hugs like you my little prince."

"Can I go play with Grams?"

"Grams?" Tony and Lisa asked in unison.

"Lizzie's grandma. Her name Grams." Cameron explained matter-of-factly. "Please Daddy?"

"Go ahead. She's up." Elizabeth answered. "Just remember, no jumping."

"I 'member Lizzie." Cameron called as he ran down the back hallway toward Audrey's room. "No jumping."

As soon as Cameron was out of sight, Tony spoke up. "We would like to take Cameron home with us...just until this blows over."

"Not happening." Lucky stated automatically.

"Be reasonable." Lisa pleaded. "He would be safe."

"You don't know that for sure any more than we do." Elizabeth argued.

"We have partial custody of our grandson and you can't legally stop us from taking him." Tony pointed out.

"I have primary custody and you can't without my agreement."

"Do we need to take you back to court, because if the alternative is waiting for Cameron to be snatched out of his window...?" Tony growled.

"Call your lawyer. You aren't taking my son away from me."

"You'll get a notice in the mail. Hopefully we can all come to an agreement before then. That little boy in there needs all of us." Lisa guided her husband to the door.

"What he needs is his father. Something you keep forgetting." Lucky shot back.

"We'll be in touch." Tony promised closing the door behind them.