Author's Note: Hello all! Thanks to everyone who let me know about my coding issues! I have fixed them and this should be plain text – no weird coding embedded in! (I hope. If that issue comes up again let me know!) Enjoy!

So I just saved this chapter as the first letters of the title instead of typing out the whole thing…and it spells Bomb. That's nice. And oddly foreshadowing...hmm. Anyway – thanks so much for staying with me here and reading my fic! Please review! I want to improve my writing so any and all criticism is appreciated! XOXO – E

So some people are confused by order of children in this fic (understandably because I never really explained it well...sorry!) So here is a rundown.

Jack's brother and sisters in order of Oldest to youngest: Luke (married to Martha, two children, Maggie and Elliot) then Jack, then Elizabeth, AKA Beth (Married to Louis Edwards, Three children (and another on the way but no one but her knows that yet!), Annie, Mathew, and Jacob.) Then Jack has another little sister Ellie, who is not in this fic (yet) – she like our favorite lady detective is a thoroughly modern woman!

Anyway – I hope that clears things up! Enjoy the fic!

Jack

"Johnson!" I was all but screaming but I didn't care. "I'm telling you, it's her! You swore you'd arrest her!"

"I said I would if there was any evidence to support your theory."

"Did you not hear her say-"

"For God's sake, Jack. We've been over this twice now! She made a mistake as to which night we were referring! As soon as her companion corrected her she remembered properly and rectified the statement. When has Rosie ever been that particular about her life? Do you remember the time she-"

"Yes, yes, we can reminisce later! The point is she lied!"

"She made a mistake! And we've even confirmed her final statement! You were there – you heard that concierge say she'd never left her hotel room that night!"

"And why would she randomly decide to stay in a hotel? In the very city win which she has a home and access to her family's home? Hmm? It doesn't seem odd to you that she very conveniently has an alibi that isn't family? As in she knew something was going to happen that night?"

"Jack you're reaching."

"I'm not. I'm right. We need to bring her in."

"For what? What grounds do we have Jack? None! Have Collins keep an eye on her movements if you must but you are grasping at straws and I'll not let you hurt her further! As soon as Miss Fisher is back safe and sound, you would hate yourself for hurting Rosie like this!" I sighed. He was right. I knew that she was hurt that I'd had to question her. (not that we told her what we actually suspected her of.) If she was innocent and I hurt her, after everything I'd already done, I would feel horribly guilty. An image of Phryne flashed through my mind. Guilt be damned. I couldn't be too careful.

"Collins!" I called out, the boy already running towards me the moment I glanced towards him.

"Yes sir?"

"Follow Ms. Sanderson."

"Your wife sir?"

"My Ex-wife. Yes. Follow her movements. See who she meets with, where she goes, anything out of the ordinary. His brow was furrowed, he opened his mouth to question the orders but the look I gave silenced him instantly.

"Yes, sir. On my way sir."

Beth (As in Jack's sister Elizabeth Edwards:)

"Mum! Uncle Johnny is here!" Annie, my oldest ran towards me. "He just got here! He's in Grandma's suite!" I smiled and collected my children around me. It had been so long since I'd seen my big brother. A few knocks later and we poured into the room, looking around for my handsome if a bit boring brother. The sight that greeted me was not even close to what I expected. I had seen my brother after he returned from a war that destroyed the boy he had been, I saw him when his wife moved out to live with her sister. He had been a shell of a man. He had locked himself behind a wall and refused to as much as glance out. This was not that man. So much emotion clouded his face: hurt, panic, terror, frustration and anger. The man I knew showed no emotion. He locked them away. And here he was a bawling mess, but human. More human than I'd seen him in years. Tears drown my eyes, threatening to roll down my face but a quick dab with a handkerchief cleaned them up quickly.

"Johnny." My voice broke but I didn't care. My brother. My brother was back. A mess, brokenhearted but it was him. It wasn't the imposter that had been steering his body for far too long. It was him. I didn't know how or why but whatever or whomever had done this, well, I couldn't thank them enough.

"Beth." A hint of a smile appeared on his face as he jumped to his feet and strode towards me wrapping me in a hug. I gasped. The last time he hugged me like this was just after his wedding, back before the war. This was real. This was happening. I clung to him and smiled widely. "I've missed you. Thank God you made it here all right." I nodded, pulling back enough to cup his face in my hands and look at him.

"Look at you." he blushed.

"I know. I'm a wreck." I shook my head.

"Yes, but you're you again." His brow furrowed, not understanding but before I could explain my children assaulted their uncle. He crouched to their level and put a smile on his face, fake though it was, he fooled them and the fact that he cared enough to do so melted my heart. I reached for mother's hand and gripped it tight. She nodded without words, understanding perfectly.

"It's her." She murmured a few minutes later as we watched him play with my children. "She's brought him to life again. Since they started working together, each phone call, each letter has been filled with something of my son. My real son. He's happy." She wrapped her arm around me. "When he got divorced I thought he'd be broken again, you know Jack and how honorable he'd like to be. You know he'd never have gotten divorced if Rosie hadn't begged him. And yet, all of a sudden, he sounded so hopeful. That's when I knew it. He'd gone and fallen for someone."

"What kind of rotten luck does he have?" I whispered back. "To go through everything he's been through, and after all of that hell, he finally finds a woman who brings him back to life, finally finds love, and she gets herself bloody kidnapped!" I shook my head. "She can't die, mum. She just can't die."

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