Lulu blinked as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the police station having just come in from an exceptionally bright morning. Mac had called and asked if she would come in to give a statement since the kids refused to talk about it. He didn't think it was any easier on her, but he needed more than what he had to take the case to the new acting D.A., Billy Korals. Alexis was still spitting teeth about the town's decision to push him into her old position, but there wasn't anything to be done about it. She had taken Kristina with her when they remembered about her first round of Chemo starting today.

"Can't we just do this later?" Lulu questioned. She knew she had to talk to Mac and the new DA eventually but did it have to be her first full day home? Couldn't she at least go see Cameron and her new cousin first?

"If it were up to me, we would hold off, but I don't want these guys to get away with what they did. If we're going to catch them, we have to do this now." Mac explained solemnly. "We can talk in my office."

"Does he have to be there?" She asked pointing toward the new DA. It was possible he was competent, Lulu reasoned, but then again there hadn't been a good DA before Alexis. She highly doubted this guy could fill her shoes. He was far too twitchy.

"I'm afraid so." Mac muttered under his breath. "Come on Junior. I'm not going to hold your hand. If you can't handle your position..." He let the threat hang in the air as he took in the man's wrinkled gray-blue suit. His hair had enough gel to start a fire and his eyes were shifty when Mac spof to him, when anyone spoke to him.

"I am perfectly capable. This town wouldn't have elected me otherwise." Billy Korals assured them.

"This town didn't elect you." Lulu muttered under her breath.

"Let's get this over with." Mac ordered. "I'm sure you're anxious to make lunch with your mom." He figured he could be nice to this guy, but why should he? At least when the last D.A. got out of line, he could soothe her temper and get her to come around to his side...almost always. He had no tolerance for this guy and had no intention of training him even though he assumed that would be part of his job now.

"I have some photos for you to look at, Miss Spencer." Billy informed her, spreading them across Mac's immaculate desk.

"She doesn't need to see pictures." Mac cut him off.

"Commissioner, I don't tell you how to do your job. I would expect the same courtesy from you." Billy snapped.

"Look, Mac is right. I don't need any pictures to identify who kidnapped Kristina, Morgan, and me. I couldn't forget them even though I want to." Lulu cut in.

"We already know one of them was Logan." Mac chimed in, reaching for her shoulder and lightly squeezing it. "The DNA match came in right after the attempt on Cameron."

"No good bastard. I'm glad he never claims us as family."

Billy flipped open another folder he was carrying. "Oh yes, Logan Drake. What do we know about him?" He asked, clearly missing the exchange.

"A little research is required for your—oh never mind." Mac grumbled.

"Can we just move on? Please?" Lulu begged. Talking about Logan was the quickest way to make her loose her temper.

"Yes." Mac said before the idiot in Alexis' place could argue. "You said there were four total." He remembered the initial report she had given to his officer the night before.

"Yeah. I only saw Logan at first. Then we got to the house."

"Did he lose his mask or did you recognize his voice?" Billy wanted to know.

"What difference does that make?" Mac snapped. "What happened next, Lulu?"

"I was unconscious when they brought me in. They kept Kristina, Morgan and I together for a little bit and then they put us in separate rooms. Logan tried to keep quiet but it was too late. I already knew it was him."

Turning to look Mac in the eye, Lulu continued, "She's the one who grabbed Morgan. It's why he left. He thought it was ok with Aunt Courtney."

"My God..." Mac breathed. "She's Robin's best friend."

"Not anymore."

Lulu muttered darkly and continued with her account. "Courtney kept talking to someone on the phone. I never could figure out who it was. Maybe Morgan did. She seemed to stay around him the most."

"Did she say why she took him?" Mac asked carefully.

"Unlike the movies, there wasn't a lot of monologue going on there. Conversation wasn't a strong point of our hosts."

"Run me through a normal day..." Billy encouraged her.

"There was a routine. We'd be woken up early, there wasn't a clock, but the sun was just getting up. We could see the light through the windows which they had boarded up and nailed shut. One of them was always there. They would slide us food, shut the door, and lock it again. Same at lunch and dinner. Maybe they would talk to us, most often they didn't. Courtney was always on the phone. Logan just sulked around. Emily, well that depended on the day."

"Emily?" Mac and Billy asked in unison.

"Emily Quartermaine." Lulu nodded. "My guess? She was the brains behind all this. Courtney and Logan sure seemed to follow what she said."

"It makes sense." Mac finally said. "She was the one who tampered with Robin's brakes. It makes since that she would go after Morgan. Kristina and Cameron though...that's what I don't understand."

"I don't think Cameron was a part of the original plan. Emily and Courtney sure seemed surprised when he came back with me. I heard both of them yell at him about it a couple of times. I think that was some sort of twisted family payback." Lulu offered. "But other than that, I'm not sure. Emily was a nut and didn't make sense ninety percent of the time."

"That's a pretty fair assessment." Billy muttered, staring at her file.

"That still leaves us Courtney, Logan, and the mystery caller." Billy deduced.

"Security cameras outside Holscomb place Logan with Emily up until the point she and Jason Morgan were murdered. After that, I don't know." Mac told them.

"He's gone?" Lulu shrieked. "You don't know where he is?"

"He's like a mole in the ground." Mac explained. "His picture has been all over the news as well as Courtney's. Neither has been spotted yet."

"You don't get it. If there is one trait Logan got from the Spencers it's the ability to disappear. From the day he and Robin split to Cameron's accident, we never saw him. We didn't know where he was. Lucas couldn't get a trail on him for more than two days at a time and even then it was always cold. If you haven't found him now, you're going to." Lulu explained in a rush. "I know Courtney will be spotted sooner or later. Or turn herself in. She was too scared about everything. But you aren't going to find Logan."

"Lulu, have a little faith." Mac placed his hands over hers.

"Is it possible the fourth guy is supplying the money?" Billy pondered aloud.

"Well I didn't exactly ask for bank records." Lulu snarled.

"Where are you going with this?" Mac wondered, ignoring Lulu's outburst.

"Miss Spencer, I'm assuming since you found your way home, you could lead us to where you were kept captive." Billy continued.

"What difference does that make?" Mac growled. "She said the fourth guy was only available by phone. The lab could dust for prints and would still only come up with three out of four, Lulu, and the children."

"The reason I ask is because we could see who bought the cabin. My money's on the faceless guy. We could track him and maybe he'd lead us to the other two."

"I hate to point out the obvious, but Emily wasn't exactly living in the poorhouse." Lulu pointed out, running her hand through her hair. "The money could have come from her

"She would be so obvious though? Granted, I never met her, but this file doesn't portray a stupid woman. Crazy, unbalanced, a little naïve, but not stupid."

"If she was sane enough to plan this out, there's a chance she was letting the other guy pay the bill. I'm just saying it's a string to follow." Mac held up his hands in surrender.

"Whatever. But if you're right then its also possible the fourth person didn't use their real name." Lulu argued. "We were in Canada. It's not like we were close to home."

"Unless they got cocky." Billy made one last attempt, his voice rather weak.

"Did they say anything, Lulu? Anything that could lead us to that fourth person?" Mac pressed.

"Nothing specific. And Courtney was the only one I really heard talking to whoever it was. Maybe Emily but she talked to so many people it was hard to keep track. And it wasn't like they were using names. They knew I was listening."

"Thank you for coming in, Lulu." Mac showed her to the door.

"Just find them Mac. Please?" Lulu begged.

Catching the hesitation in her eyes, he hugged her to him and whispered, "I'll find him. And when I do, he's only going to be identifiable through dental records."

Cruz watched his little baby fist her hand and bring it to her mouth, recognizing it as her foolproof system of testing the world around her. Everything went in the mouth. The book promised this would happen for a while and, as a guy, he couldn't knock her system. Grinning, he tickled the bottom of her little foot, watching her little toes point outward when he would have expected them to scrunch since it was a major tickle spot for him and the rest of the world. She was clearly one of a kind.

He carefully slipped her pink hat over her dark mess of hair. It had taken her a little while to even notice that it was there, but once she had, she decided she would rather hold it in her little hands. He thought back to the plastic "training" baby doll his friends had loaned him and thought about how little help it had been. When Majandra started crying, there was no magic key to make her stop. Bobbie swore she had different types of cries and each had a different rating on the importance scale such as her hungry cry and her overall whining cry. Cruz, though, couldn't tell and that meant he picked her up every time she made a sound. He was just thankful they had moved her out of the NICU section, because he was able to touch her without gloves and that made bonding a little easier

It had been hell convincing Bobbie to go home and rest when they couldn't bring their daughter home too. It had been even worse convincing himself to do so, because he understood her reasons for not wanting to. The idea was to protect the baby while it was growing in the belly, give birth, and take it home. By showing up two months early, she had changed up the rules and left her parents in a hall of mirrors. "Not to worry, Princess." Cruz cooed to her. "We made special arrangements with the nurses. It's lucky you come from such good genes."

Sliding his left arm under her tiny body, Cruz held her close to his chest so she could hear his heartbeat against her right ear. He rocked her carefully, humming a song his mother had sung to him when he was a little boy unable to sleep because of nightmares. His own experience had inspired the idea for Cameron's Monster Spray. He had been sad to see his mother, aunt, and grandmother leave, but he had noticed how calm Bobbie was because of their departure and knew there were still some bridges left to mend. It would take some time.

"Who's got you?" Bobbie asked as she came into the room. There were special visiting hours for seeing the babies and she and Cruz just kind of camped out in the waiting room in the long stretches of time in-between. He must have woken up before her. "Has Daddy got you?"

"We're dancing Mommy." Cruz explained with a nod of his head. "Tell her. Tell her." He coaxed when Majandra yawned and lifted her fists into the air.

"I see that. Hello Pretty Girl." Bobbie stepped close enough so her Majandra could touch her face. "It's good to know you sleep late. Yeah. Yeah." It was too soon for her daughter to smile, but she could feel that she wanted to anyway.

"She feels warm." Cruz noted turning her in his arm so he could look into her bright blue eyes.

"You feelin' okay? Huh? Tell me about it." Bobbie watched him tense slightly and knew the change in temperature worried her husband. Taking Majandra from him, she pressed her lips to her forehead and realized he was right. "Oh, it's okay. It's okay." She promised when her baby started to cry.

"Should I get a doctor?" Cruz wondered peeking over Bobbie's shoulder.

"You're worrying over nothing. She's just a little warm." Bobbie assured him lightly. She made silly faces at Majandra until her face contorted in discomfort. "What's the matter, my little peach?"

"I'm getting a doctor." Cruz decided stepping past them.

"Cruz don't—" Bobbie tried, but he was already out the door. "You've got Daddy wrapped around your little finger. Yeah. Yes you do." Moving the baby to her shoulder, she lovingly rubbed her back and tried to mimic Cruz's dance, but Majandra was having none of it. She started to wail.

"Well what do we have here?" Dr. Michael Gill walked confidently into the nursery with an anxious Cruz following closely behind him. "I hear this little lady isn't feeling well." he explained as he reached for the little girl from her mother's arms

"She's just warm." Bobbie repeated stubbornly, hesitantly handing over her baby.

"It's better to be safe than sorry." Cruz reasoned.

"You're going to make her neurotic." Bobbie growled.

"With our early arrivals we like to take every precaution." Dr. Gill said calmly. "It won't hurt her any to take her temperature just to make sure there is nothing going on." He shot a wink in Bobbie's directions. "You know what nervous wrecks first time fathers are."

"Yes. I do." Bobbie agreed sneaking a sideways glance at Cruz.

"Well?" Cruz prompted impatiently.

"Honey, relax." Bobbie said almost distractedly.

"It will just take a minute more." Dr. Gill advised them both. "Just waiting for the beep."

Majandra wiggled in his arms, impatient to be put down and only willpower kept the nervous parents from snatching her up and running out of the hospital with her.

"There we go little one." Dr. Gill drew the thermometer up to his eyes and handed her back to her anxious parents. "Let's see what we have here..."

Catching the eye of a nearby nurse, Dr. Gill motioned with his head for her to come closer to the group. "Well it does look like this little princess does indeed have a temperature."

"What happens now?" Cruz inquired breathlessly.

Ignoring the question, Dr. Gill instead started to question them. "Has she been cranky lately?"

"Just since I picked her up this morning." Bobbie answered.

"Has she been irritated when being held?"

"Yes." They responded in unison.

Nodding, Dr. Gill took a breath. "And how early was she?"

"Two months." Cruz didn't like the doctor's tone.

"We won't know anything until we run a few tests…" Dr. Gill started.

"Tests?" Bobbie wailed. "What kind of tests?"

"As I said, I don't want to commit to anything just yet, but it does sound as if your daughter may have picked up meningitis. We won't be sure unless we do a spinal tap."

"How could she be sick? She lives in a hospital!" Cruz snapped forcing a breath through his teeth. Bobbie put her hands on his shoulders and softly stroked them in a familiar motion.

"Hard to say for sure, but with her being so early, she's easily susceptible to anything." Dr. Gill said in a comforting tone.

"What can we do for her now?" Bobbie wanted to know.

"Right now you let us figure out what's wrong. We'll figure out the rest after that."