Kerry sat alone on the park bench the next afternoon and watched as Henry and Leonora played on the park equipment. She was pondering while she was watching. Pondering whether to just let the epistolary relationship she'd started with, of all people, Kim Legaspi, to drop, or to continue it, see where it went.

She looked up as two men sat down, one on either side of her and a nine year old boy went tearing towards Henry. "Mike. Sullivan. How've you been? Did you see the game?"

Sullivan groaned, but Mike perked up just a bit. Sullivan was the bigger of the two men, and could have been a linebacker in college if he had had any interest in football, or any sport for that matter. But, he'd never been sporty, and Kerry joked with him often that she knew more about the big four sports than he did. On the other hand, he could do amazing, beautiful, and a lot of the time really really useful things with wood and his woodworking tools.

Mike was just a bit skinnier with more of a runner's build, not to mention no hair at all was left on top of his head. Mostly because of nature, but he helped it along by shaving off what little was left.

They did have one thing in common though, they were both very, very Italian looking, although Mike claimed that he had quite a bit of Irish in his family tree.

"It was just horrible how the despicable referees nearly blew it. If the Wings had won..." He shook his head as he trailed off. He was getting a death glare from Sullivan. "Right. But, I'm not allowed to talk about it until at least Saturday..."

Kerry chuckled. "Right. So... how goes Roger's little sister?"

Mike made a face, "We're not going to go there either for the moment."

Sullivan took up the conversation, "Did you know that Henry punched someone today at school?"

Kerry slowly turned towards Sullivan and pinned him with her most Weaver-ish glare. He smiled a half uncomfortable smile, "Ah... I take it that he didn't tell you?"

"He did not. And why didn't I get a call from the teacher?"

Mike shook his head, "Our son told us. Roger said that Henry didn't get caught."

Kerry sighed, "Just one more thing. Would you like a well raised, usually, nine year old. You can have him for cheap."

Sullivan put an arm around Kerry, "Now, I know you're kidding, so I'm going to ignore that joke. You love Henry more than anyone else in the world. So, what's going on."

Kerry blew out a breath. "Something from my past just... reappeared."

Mike winced, "Mother?"

"No."

Sullivan tried, "One of those half siblings?"

Kerry shook her head, "No. I haven't heard from any of the Kingsley-Stewarts recently."

"I've got it. You were once a secret agent and one of your old foes is coming after you, not unusual for you, but you've also just figured out that you're the princess of a faraway land and that foe is really an evil queen wants to kill you and take over this fabled land."

That made Kerry laugh and whack Mike on the shoulder, "I think you have your ABC shows mixed together Mike."

"Daaaddd..."

Mike glanced over at Sullivan. "I think that's for you..."

Sullivan gave Kerry a squeeze before he stood, "Tell Mike whatever it is, he's very good at these..."

Kerry raised an eyebrow, "Sensitive chats?"

Sullivan chuckled as he went over to where Henry, Leonara and Roger were playing. Mike and Kerry watched them in silence for a few moments. "Whatever it is, it can't be too bad. Is..." He blew out a breath, "Is Lee's birth mother trying to re-get custody of her?"

"No... no. It's... Kim Legaspi."

"Whoa... end'a the world methinks."

"Mike."

Mike held up his hands. "Sorry. So, what about your first lesbian love has you all tied in knots?"

"I'm not..."

Mike cut Kerry off, "Exactly, knots. Tell Uncle Mikey..."

Kerry stared into nothing for a few moments, "I met her on a website."

"Dating website?" Kerry shot Mike one of her patented Weavering stares and he just smiled, "Right. I'll table giving you grief about that until after we fix whatever's wrong. So, you met her..."

"...but, I didn't know who she was, and I don't think she knew who I was. But, then she wrote something in one of her messages, and... I'm pretty sure it's her. But, we hurt each other so much before."

"What, more than a decade ago? So? Are you a different person from back then?" Mike watched as Kerry's eyes went to her son and daughter. "I'll take that as a yes. So. Maybe she is too."

"I can't... Henry. Leonora."

Mike made a dismissive noise, "Please Kerry, you and I both know that that's your favorite excuse. C'mon now. Did you like her- the anonymous woman online- before you found out that she was Kim?"

"I guess." Kerry paused, "I thought I could, yes."

"What can it hurt then? Right? They're only ones and zeros. She says, let's meet, you say, hell no, and it's over."

"She's in Chicago."

Mike stood and pulled Kerry up, "See, problem solved. You're here, she's there... nothing to worry about."

Mike went to join his son and husband, leaving Kerry there, thinking.

oOOOOo

"I'm here, I'm here."

Abby narrowed her eyes at Kim, "And late."

"Hey, work comes first."

They both ordered before Abby could grill Kim further, "Since you're not a doctor, what are you doing for work?"

"Legaspi's garage. I didn't always want to be a Psychiatrist. I went to a Voke school not a traditional public school."

"Oh..."

Kim rolled her eyes, "My father worked on my for four years. To convince me to try and get into college, but all I wanted to do was work with him at the Garage. But, it worked. I got into a few colleges and went to one. I took a pre-med class freshman year and was hooked. Went to Pre-Med and did my Residency, then came back here..."

Abby interrupted Kim, "What schools?"

"Ah..."

Abby held her hands up, "Hey, I'm not one to judge, I went to the University of Illinois."

"H..." The rest of the name was mumbled as she took a bite of her sandwhich.

Abby blinked in surprise, "Did you just say... Harvard? You went to Harvard? In Boston?"

"Cambridge, but, yes. I didn't... I didn't go because it was Harvard, I went because it was Cambridge, I fit in. Well..." Kim smirked just a bit, "Fit in might be the wrong word for Cambridge. I could be who I am there, because everyone else was doing the same thing. Plus, when my father read the acceptance letter, I don't think I've ever seen him so happy."

"You..."

Kim cut Abby off, "No, it's your turn. You have a son?"

"Joe. His given name is Josip, after Luka's father. He's six. A bundle of energy. He'll..." Abby sighed, "He'll spend the summer with Luka. He's still in Boston at Mass General."

Kim reached across the table and patted Abby's hand. "Sorry about that. How about your mother?"

Abby smiled with a shake of her head, "Funny you mention that. She's going to stay with me for the summer. Says it's for my own good."

"So, you're going to volunteer for every extra shift you can get?"

A burst of laughter came from Abby, "Damn straight I am. But, really, she's doing great. It's.. it's sort of freaking me out a bit, I feel like something big is coming."

"Abby..."

Abby pointed at Kim, "Nope. You don't get to Abby me like that, with all that concern in your voice. I know that it's not sane to have that thought, but, you're a highly trained Psychiatrist who's fixing cars..."

"...and motorcycles, I have this Knucklehead in my garage at the-"

"Shush... Oh, Janet Coburn is the Chief of Staff. And my sponsor."

Kim blinked in confusion, "Ah, what does the former have to do with the latter?"

"Nothing. Just catching you up."

"Romano's not in charge anymore?"

Abby winced, "No. First he got his arm cut off by a rotor blade, then um..." She shook her head, "A Helicopter fell on him."

Kim shook her head, "See, now I know you're pulling my leg. That's not very nice."

"Dead serious." Abby squeezed her eyes closed at her word choice, "Sorry. No, I'm being serious. Let's see, I think that you also missed the tank through Chicago."

"As for..."

"No."

"Kim."

"Abby. No."

"But..."

Kim cut Abby off, "Anything but about her. Please Abby. How is Carter doing?"

Abby rolled her eyes at that, "Well, he came back for awhile. Got a new kidney, opened the Joshua Carter Center. Stayed for awhile, but, Africa pulled him back. I think that he may have even gotten back with Kem."

"Kem?"

Abby glanced over at the clock above New Magoo's counter. "Yep, this is going to be a lonngg lunch."