Steve tossed fitfully on the bed, cringing at each slight noise he made. He looked towards the crib where Stephanie was, but she appeared to still be sleeping soundly.

Knowing that would not be the case if her father kept rustling around, Steve quietly got up and threw on the shirt he had removed only a few hours before. As tired as he was, he could not sleep for more than a few minutes without being awakened by dreams of Kayla - hurt . . . or worse.

Taking a last look at his sleeping daughter, Steve crept silently from the room and headed back downstairs.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he could see the light still on in the library and figured that Shane must not have had any more luck at sleeping than Steve had.

Steve quietly opened the library door and nodded at Shane, who was sitting at the desk and reviewing a file. Shane nodded in return and gestured silently towards the coffee service sitting on the side table.

Rubbing his tired eye, Steve poured himself a cup of coffee and then retrieved a file from Shane's desk. There was nothing in it that he had not already read several times, but at least it gave him some pretense of doing something.

After several minutes of staring and information he had already memorized, Steve spoke quietly. "Come up with anything new?"

Shane looked up and shook his head. Then he got up from the desk and walked to the side table for another cup of tea. "I've been over those bloody files a million times, but there's just nothing there."

"I know," Steve replied. Although neither said it, they both knew that, at this point, their only hope was that somebody would call with information. And with each hour that passed, it felt less and less likely that they would receive such a break.

Steve studied Shane and realized something was different. Shane was wearing a shoulder holster with a gun in it. Steve wondered why, but decided against asking about it for the moment.

"Did Stephanie get to sleep okay?" Shane asked when he returned to the desk. "I mean, I presume Simmons provided everything she needed?"

"Yeah," Steve grunted. "I don't know how that dude does it, but he had everything all set up. She went right to sleep." Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I guess she's used to being here though."

Shane looked closely at Steve and then nodded. "I'm glad you let her stay. I think it was good for all of the children."

"I think you're right," Steve replied. "The girls are too young to really know what's going on, but I think they still sense something isn't right?"

"Well, hopefully everything will be right very soon," Shane said, almost sounding like he believed it.

Steve's eye narrowed. "You believe it so much that you're packing heat?"

Shane looked down at the holster and then shrugged. "Something just felt, I don't know . . . off. Like something's about to happen. If Cal comes for Jeannie, I wanted to be prepared."

Steve understood. He remembered the kind of feeling Shane was describing from when he was a cop. The night before a big bust, he would spend knowing something was going to happen and just waiting for that moment when it was time to act. Until then, sleep was impossible, not with all that adrenaline pumping through his veins.

"Thought you'd be used to stuff like this-"

"What? Having people I care about kidnapped?" There was a sharp edge to Shane's voice.

Steve raised his hands. "No. Sorry. I mean this feeling like something's about to happen and all hell is going to break loose. I figured with the ISA, you'd done enough operations so-"

Before Steve could finish, his words were drowned out by the loud ring of the telephone. Steve and Shane exchanged a quick glance, each knowing that there was only one reason the phone would be ringing so late.

Steve rushed to the desk as Shane reached for the phone. "Hello," he answered. Shane's eyes widened in surprise. "Yes, he's here. Who should I say is calling?" There was a pause, followed by a "Right."

Shane looked at Steve and held out the phone. "It's for you. He says to tell you it's Jimmy and it's important."

Steve grabbed the phone, knowing Jimmy would not have tracked him down without a reason. "Jimmy? It's Steve."

"Hey, Patch. I know it's late, but I need you to get down to the Heart as soon as you can."

"What's going on?" Steve held his breath.

"I can't get into over the phone." It sounded like Jimmy was deliberately keeping his voice low. "Just get here as quick as you can."

"All right, dude. I'll be right there."

"Good." Jimmy's relief was evident. "And come in through the back entrance. I'll make sure it's unlocked."

"Got it." Steve hung up the phone and turned to Shane. "I've got to go. Can you keep an eye on Stephanie for me, or at least let Simmons know to keep an eye on her?"

"Of course," Shane said. "But what the bloody hell was that about?"

"I don't know." Steve shrugged, grabbing his jacket off the couch. "Jimmy said he couldn't get into it over the phone. But he wouldn't have called me if it wasn't important."

"And you think it's about Kim and Kayla?"

"That's what I'm hoping," Steve replied heading for the door. "Look, I'll call you as soon as I know something. Just be ready to go if I do call."

"You won't need to call, because I'm going with you." Shane's tone brooked no argument. "If this is about Kim and Kayla, I want to be there."

Steve sighed, knowing he would feel the same way. "All right, dude. But you have to follow my lead on this. These people know me. They don't know you."

"I understand," Shane replied. "Just let me let Simmons know, so he can watch the children."

Steve nodded and waited impatiently as Shane left to notify Simmons. After a couple of minutes, Shane returned. Steve started to head to the door, but Shane told him to wait.

"Are you armed?" Shane asked.

Steve frowned. His gun was at the apartment. He doubted he would need a gun at the Heart, but who knows where the lead might take them. "No."

Shane walked over to his desk, opened the center drawer, and fished out a key. Then he unlocked another drawer and pulled out a 9 mm Beretta. He ejected the clip, checked it, reinserted it, and then held the gun out to Steve.

As Steve reached for the gun, Shane moved suddenly. His free hand slapped down on Steve's right wrist and grasped it tightly. For a second, Steve felt his heart skip a beat, but then he relaxed and stared into Shane's eyes.

"Okay?" Shane asked.

Steve nodded, understanding Shane's question. "Fine."

Shane let go of Steve's wrist and looked down at the gun in his other hand. "I had to be sure," he said. Then he held out the gun. "Don't forget to adjust the sites."

Steve rolled his eye. "Yeah, dude." Then he grinned. "You do know I was dogging it that day, don't you?" He saw Shane's eyes widen, but did not wait for a response. Continuing to grin, Steve turned. He adjusted the sites on the gun as he headed for the door. Shane followed silently behind.

Thanks to the lack of traffic at 1:30 in the morning, they made it to the Heart in record time. Shane parked the car, and they moved around the building to the employee entrance on the back side. Steve quietly opened the door and peaked in.

"Jimmy," he called quietly. "It's Steve. Are you here?"

Hearing no answer, Steve stepped inside as Shane followed behind. Moving slowly to the kitchen, Steve could see Jimmy standing behind the bar. "Jimmy," he called quietly.

Jimmy turned at the sound and then said something to two men sitting at the bar. The men nodded and Jimmy left the bar and entered the kitchen area.

"Patch!" he said excitedly. Then he noticed Shane. "What's he doing here?"

"The same thing I am," Steve said. "So why don't you tell us what's going on?"

Jimmy kept his voice low while he told them about a man who had come in earlier in the evening. He had sat down that the bar and then noticed the pictures that Steve had posted the previous day. Jimmy told them that he had noticed the man paying particular attention to the picture of Cal. Then the man had begun asking questions - what were the pictures for, what had happened, who were the women? That kind of thing.

"Didn't think too much of it at first," Jimmy said. "Lot's of people have asked questions, but this guy just seemed really intense. Then, after I told him, he started asking for shots instead of just the beer he had been drinking."

"So you think he knows something?" Steve asked. "Where is the guy now?"

"He's half-passed out in a booth in the back," Jimmy said, apologetically. "You know Matt and Jake, right?" Steve nodded. "They're keeping an eye on him for me, but I don't think he's in any shape to go anywhere."

"If you thought he knew something, why did you let him get so bloody drunk?" Shane asked, the irritation plain in his voice.

"Because I wasn't sure until right before I called Patch," Jimmy snapped back.

"All right." Steve held up his hands. "So what made you decide to call me?"

"I had the radio playing like I always do this time of night," Jimmy replied, still giving a hard look at Shane. "The news report came on saying there were no updates in the kidnapping case and then the reporter said that the FBI was expanding its search nationwide."

"And?" Steve prompted.

"Well . . . the guy started laughing. I asked him what's so funny and he says the FBI's looking all over the country for some guy who's not that far away." Jimmy looked at Patch. "That's when I called you."

"Good job." Steve clapped Jimmy on the shoulder. "Did he say anything else?"

"No," Jimmy said. "He looked like he realized he said something he shouldn't and clammed up. I just acted like I hadn't really understood him because I didn't want to spook him. He tried to leave, but could barely walk. I had the boys help him to a corner booth and acted like I was calling him a cab when I called you."

"Okay." Steve turned to Shane and gestured him forward. "Let's go find out what our drunk dude knows."

Walking out of the kitchen and into the bar, Steve nodded at the burly dock workers sitting at the bar. They looked at Shane with suspicion, but said nothing as Steve and Shane walked towards the booth in the back.

The man was sprawled out and snoring loudly. Steve grabbed his arm and pulled him upright, "Come on, dude, time to wake up."

The man snorted and flopped over. "Great," Shane said behind Steve. "He's completely useless."

"Not completely," Steve replied. "Hey Jimmy, do me a favor and get some coffee going will you? We're just going to have help this guy sober up."

"That could take hours," Shane snapped.

"I know," Steve replied. "I don't like it any more than you do, but this is the first hint of any information we've had since Kim and Kayla disappeared. If I have to serve this guy coffee all night to sober him up, that's what we'll do."

Shane nodded and slid into the opposite side of the booth. "You'd better tell Jimmy to bring enough coffee for all of us. It's going to be a long night."

Steve knew Shane was right. And then, Steve suspected, all hell was going to break loose.