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A/N Here we go again. Thank you to everyone, reading, reviewing/faving. Enjoy.

When Maggie is speaking about Carrie scaring her, she's not talking about Carrie's bi-polar disorder...just thought I should point that out.

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Sighing, Maggie looked through the kitchen door at the sleeping form of her sister on the couch in the sitting room, then shaking her head she turned back to her dad, "is she staying or is she going back to Istanbul?", she asked him.

"I don't know. That was not discussed", Frank answers.

"Oh, of course not", Maggie responds sarcastically. She was glad Ruby and Josie had a sleepover. She was feeling quite exhausted after her dad telling her all about Carrie's reappearance.

Reaching across the table, Frank took Maggie's hand and said, "I know it is hard and I know it hurts. I know you argued, said a lot of things."

"How do you know what I said", Maggie asks crossly.

"How do you think? She told me. You didn't say anything to her that I haven't thought of saying a thousand times myself."

"Then why haven't you? She treats us like leftovers", Maggie questioned, irritated and angry.

"I don't trust those people, not one little bit. I don't like the job she does anymore than you do and it isn't fair that we give so much for so little back but at the end of the day, she's my daughter and I know the only people I can trust to take care of her is us", Franks responds.

Taking a deep breath Maggie spoke, "sometimes, she scares me. It's like she's not human. She just keeps going without stopping to consider things, to grieve. She just waltzed right off to Istanbul and I just don't get that, dad. They made no sense whatsoever and yet it is very clear she loves him, but she's just ignoring it all...and their daughter."

"How many times have you been in love, Maggie", Frank asked his eldest.

"What's that got to do with it? she asks defensively.

Frank said nothing, forcing Maggie to answer relentingly,"quite a few."

"Yup and I seem to remember you crying on my shoulders a few times as well. Your sister has been in love the grand total of once. She never went looking for it, married to her job as you know. However, it got her when she was least expecting it and it got her hard. She's every bit as human as you and I. She just doesn't know how to deal with the loss, coupled with the sense of responsibility she feels in his death, she's just lost and confused.

"Then she should let us help her, not run away to work", Maggie angrily responds.

"Ah, so you still want to help her then", Frank questions Maggie, expertly.

"Of course I...oh, oh very good dad! You know with skills like that, you could work for the CIA", Maggie answered, caught off guard by her dad's questioning.

Screwing up his face, Frank responds in a mock angry voice, "that's enough of the cheek young lady."

Maggie smiled despite herself.

Hearing Allayna's cries through the baby monitor, Frank says to Maggie, "you get her and I'll warm up the milk."

This girl had one heck of a pair of lungs on her and would wake the block up if they didn't get her acquainted with a bottle of milk soon. Maggie moved back into the sitting room, stopping she drew in a breath. Carrie was standing at Allayna's cot staring at her daughter. She seemed frozen in place for a few minutes as though trying to decide whether to lift her or not.

"Maggie, what the hell is..."

"Shhh", Maggie scolded her dad as he too came into the sitting room.

"What?", he asked her.

Nudging him to look properly, Maggie heard him draw in his breath as well.

She felt tears in her eyes as her little sister leaned forward and picked her daughter up for the first time.

Frank swallowed the lump in his throat and walked in to hand over the milk.