"Okay, so let me get this straight, Danny. You helped Rachel through labor to deliver a baby that isn't yours?" Am I missing something?"
"No, Virg, you're not missing anything. What was I supposed to do? She called. Stan was out of town. Should I have left her to her own devices?"
"Well, not sure if you got the memo or not, but you are no longer married to the woman. She is your ex-wife."
Danny sighed, "I know, I know. She's still Grace's mother. I did it for Grace, not Rachel. I couldn't look at my baby and tell her that her mommy was on her own with this baby. That it wasn't my problem."
"The things we do for our kids. How'd the case end?"
"The team caught the guys. That's one set of passports that won't fall into terrorists' hands."
"Jesus, what's the world coming to, Danny?"
"I don't know, Virg. Hey, why are you calling me Danny all of a sudden?"
The pause before his twin's response was long enough for Danny to think he'd hung up. "Well, it's not so easy to explain. It's just. Well, you're not. You're not Turk anymore," Virgil stuttered out.
"What do you mean I'm not Turk anymore?" Danny asked, confusion lacing his voice.
"Well, you've been changing slowly ever since you took on the name Danny Williams, but when you came back from Korea," Virg trailed off.
"Korea! I hate Korea, both of them," Danny snarled.
"That's it exactly. You're not Turk. Turk did a lot of crazy ass stuff, but entering a hostile foreign country? Not so much. Danny Williams is even more loyal than him. Not so sure Turk would've helped his ex-wife through twelve hours of labor let alone stay in the delivery room for a cesarean. Danny, well, he's a different guy," Virgil declared.
Danny let out a chuckle, "Guess there are worse people to be. I could be you."
"Hey, that's so not fair. I take it back. Turk still lurks in there somewhere."
"Yeah, yeah. Good night, ass hat."
"Good night, jerk face."