"Rachel?" Traci said, entering from the dining area of the house, "I'm somewhat surprised you are still here. I thought you would have gone with Jack to see about Kyle's bail hearing."

"I wanted to, but Jack thought I shouldn't stress myself so soon after getting out of the hospital," Rachel said, "As if last evening wasn't stressful enough. So here I am anxiously waiting."
"It makes sense to take care of yourself," Traci said.

"I hope they grant Kyle bail," Rachel said.

"I'm sure they will," Traci said, " I wouldn't think this case will go to trial. Maybe after everyone has a cooling off period, they can work this out without going to court."

"Maybe, if it was up to Fen," Rachel said, "But you did not see how angry and determined Michael was to punish Kyle."

Both ladies turned towards the door, as it opened and Jack walked in followed by Kyle. Smiling when she saw him, Rachel walked over and hugged him. "Are you okay?" she said.

Holding her in his arms, Kyle said, "Yes…much better now."

As they parted, Traci moved in for a hug. "It's good to have you home," she said.

"Thanks," Kyle said, "I've never been so relieved to see this place. It was a nightmarishly long night."

"It's over now," Rachel said.

"Not really," Kyle said, "Now I have a pending court date."

"Then we will call Brittany and she can help get you out of this," Rachel said.

"Maybe," Kyle said.

"You must be hungry," Traci said, "Why don't you let me fix you a plate of something."

"I appreciate that," Kyle said, "But I was thinking of going out to the coffeehouse. I need a change of scenery."

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Jack said, "Returning to the scene of the incident?"

"I will be on my best behaviour," Kyle said, reaching out to take Rachel's hand.

"Why the long face?" Summer said, standing beside Fen, on the patio of the coffeehouse.

"Hey," Fen half smiled .

Sitting next to him and taking his hand, Summer said, "Tell me what's got you so down. Are you still upset about what happened with Kyle?"

"You have not heard the latest," Fen sighed.

"Did he come after you again?" Summer said.

"No, nothing like that," Fen said, "But I did see him."
"Where?" Summer said.

"His house," Fen said.

"Why did you….?" Summer said.

"When I told my Dad what happened, he practically forced me to go over there with him," Fen said.

"What for?" Summer said.

"So he could tear Kyle and his Dad a new one," Fen said, "He was so upset he almost got physical with Kyle too."

"Then what?" Summer said.

"Maybe we shouldn't talk about this," Fen said.

"Tell me what happened," Summer said.

"I guess you will hear about this anyway," Fen said, "Kyle was arrested and spent the night in jail."

"You pressed charges?" Summer said, "Good for you. That will teach Kyle he can't just throw his weight around like that."

"I didn't press charges," Fen said, "The District Attorney pressed charges."

"Your Dad," Summer said.

Fen nodded.

"Why don't you seem happy about it?" Summer said.

"Kyle apologized," Fen said, "Although, I don't think he really meant it. He was charged with assault and battery for a fight that got a little out of hand. I'm not sure if he deserved to be arrested."

"Of course he did," Summer said, "He attacked you, not the other way around. I was afraid he was really going to hurt you."

"Now we have to go to court," Fen said.

"Just remember, you are the victim here," Summer said, "Kyle has to learn that being a bully has consequences."

"You're right," Fen nodded.

"I am on your side," Summer said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Fen smiled at her, his expression quickly fading, when he saw Kyle and Rachel enter by the patio.

Kyle stopped in his tracks when he saw Fen. The two adversaries stared, their dislike for each other evident in their eyes.

"Let's just…" Rachel started, but Kyle was approaching Fen and Summer.

"That's close enough," Summer warned.

"I just wanted to ask Fen if he's satisfied now," Kyle said.

"I heard about your accommodations last night," Summer said, "Did you sleep well?"

"You're already bragging about having me arrested," Kyle said.

"It wasn't my doing," Fen said.

"No, you went crying to daddy and he did it for you," Kyle said.

"Do not talk to him that way!" Summer said, standing up, "I don't know where you get the right to go near him at all, after what you did. Poor baby, had to spend the night in jail. You get out and have to berate your victim about it, when it's all your own fault. Leave him alone!"

"Victim?" Kyle said, "That's a laugh."

"Get away from us and stay away," Summer said.

"Come on Kyle," Rachel said, taking his arm, to lead him inside.

Kyle sat in a booth alone, resting his head in one hand. His thoughts were filled with his altercation with Fen, his arrest, his night in jail. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his forehead, before reaching into his pocket, retrieving a prescription bottle, which bore his name on the label. Kyle looked around to make sure no one was watching as he removed the lid and consumed two tablets, assisted by a nearby glass of water. As he tucked the bottle away, he was startled by a hand, placing coffee in front of him.

"Sorry," Rachel said, sitting across from him, with her own coffee, "I guess if I were you, I'd be jumpy too."

"I'll be okay," Kyle said.

"I'm glad someone will, because I'm not," Rachel said, "Kyle, why did you have to go and do this?"

"I really thought we were done talking about it," Kyle said.

"No we are not done," Rachel said, "It's not bad enough that you fought with Fen in the first place, then you had to go and argue with him some more. That does not help things."

"He brings out the worst in me," Kyle said.

"He barely said a word to you just now," Rachel said, "But you still felt the need to continue to insult him."

"Because of him, I spent the night in jail," Kyle said, "Do you know what that feels like?"

"Yes, I know exactly how it feels," Rachel said, "I know what it's like to spend a lot of nights in jail."

"Sorry, of course you do," Kyle said, "I shouldn't have said that."

"I feel for you that you had to go through that," Rachel said, "But do you realize what you have done? Not just to Fen, but to me."

"You are talking about the custody case," Kyle said, unable to look at her.
"They are going to pounce on this opportunity to make our relationship look bad," Rachel said, "It's not bad enough that I was declared unfit, but now they can paint you as an unsuitable parent."

"Rachel, I'm really sorry," Kyle said, "I wasn't thinking straight."
"Why couldn't you have just walked away from him?" Rachel said, "You don't usually let him get to you like this."

"I don't know what else to say," Kyle said, "I know, I screwed up."

"This is my daughter we are talking about!" Rachel angrily said, "We were in such a good position to get her back. Everything was going our way, until you couldn't control yourself!"

"If I'm such a bad influence, then I don't know why you put up with me," Kyle retorted.

"You know Kyle, sometimes, I don't either," Rachel said.

"Fine," Kyle said, standing up.

"Where are you going?" Rachel said.

"I'm going to leave before I ruin your day even more," Kyle said, storming out of the coffeehouse.

Billy sat at the desk, in the Abbott living room, engrossed in his laptop. He sighed as he worked on a task that had become a daily ritual for him. Billy was not sure what he was looking for, as his eyes scanned video footage. All he knew was Kevin was up to something and if it involved Rachel's daughter, Billy was determined to find out what was really going on. Billy had put Kevin's property under surveillance, in the chance that he could find proof Kevin was involved in a scheme. Several weeks of footage had been reviewed and Billy had not yet seen anything out of the ordinary. Kevin and his girls would leave the house most days and then return at the end of the day. The kids seemed to be okay and Billy saw no indication they were in danger.

"Maybe I'm wrong," Billy mused, "Or there is a better way to go about this. Am I wasting my…" Billy stopped mid thought as something caught his eye. "What's this?"

Billy played with the footage, attempting to enhance the image, to get a better look.

"Who do we have here?" Billy said to himself. He tried to further improve the video, when a look of surprise and recognition came into his eyes.

"What the…?" Billy said, "No…can't be." As Billy stared at the image, he became certain of his findings.

"So, that's it," Billy said, "This is what you have been hiding."

Billy stared at the footage of a woman, leaving the property. She was in disguise, but Billy was very familiar with her eyes, her face, even her walk. He froze the frame. "Got'cha," Billy said.

Still fuming from his argument with Rachel, Kyle stormed off the elevator at Jabot. Passing by the CEO office, he was stopped when a familiar voice said, "Look who's here."

Kyle turned around surprised to see the person who had spoked to him. "Gloria?" he said, "What are you doing here?"

Sitting behind her desk, Gloria gestured to her surroundings and said, "I work here. What's your excuse?"

"I'm working a half day," Kyle said, "Thought you were gone for good."

"I'm sure you would like that," Gloria said, "Jack hired me back. I would say good afternoon, except that from here on I do not wish to speak to you."

"What did I do to you?" Kyle said.

"You attacked my grandson," Gloria said, "I do not take kindly to that."

"I am sorry," Kyle said, spreading his arms apart in frustration, "It won't happen again." He proceeded to walk away.

"You better believe it won't," Gloria said, "I protect both my grandchildren."

Facing her once again, Kyle said, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You tried to hurt my grandson," Gloria said, "Who's to say you won't do the same thing to my granddaughter?"

"Don't you dare," Kyle said, "I am very fond of Susie and would never do anything to hurt her. I am determined to be a good father."

"She already has a father," Gloria said, "Kevin is wonderful with her."

"Right, he's such a great father, he took Susie away from her mother, and then fought with Rachel right in front of her daughter, so she could witness the whole thing," Kyle said.

"Why don't you do Rachel a huge favour and get out of her life?" Gloria said.

"We are getting married," Kyle said, "Deal with it."

"I do feel sorry for Rachel," Gloria said, "Since the only way she will see her husband- to-be, is behind bars."

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Kyle said.

"I hope they throw away the key," Gloria said.

"You are a piece of work," Kyle said.

"Thank you," Gloria said.

"And you think that's a compliment," Kyle said.

"Maybe by the time you get out of jail," Gloria started, "Rachel will have moved on without you. Maybe she and Kevin will be the ones to get married."

"Oh, I see that's what you are after," Kyle said, "To get your son back together with his ex-wife. Don't bet on it."

"Kevin and Rachel deserve to be happy," Gloria said.

"Believe me, Kevin is not a part of Rachel's happiness anymore," Kyle said, "They don't even like each other."

"Where do you think all that animosity comes from?" Gloria said, "There's a fine line between love and hate."

"Don't waste your time wishing," Kyle said, "Rachel is with me and soon her daughter will be too. Then we will be a family. Tell your son to deal with that." Kyle strode away.

"Where are you going?" Gloria said.

"To my office," Kyle said.

"I know I've been gone for awhile, but isn't your office that way?" Gloria said, pointing in the opposite direction.

Kyle paused. Noticing the look of uncertainty on his face, Gloria said, "Are you alright?"

"Perfectly fine," Kyle said, striding past her desk, in the direction she had indicated.

Reaching his office Kyle was startled to find Billy rummaging through the papers on his desk.

"Something I can help you with?" Kyle said.

Glancing back, Billy said, "You're back. I thought maybe you were not coming in today."

"So you thought it was the perfect opportunity to ransack my desk," Kyle said.

"I am looking for the marketing analysis I asked you to do," Billy said, "I want to go over the numbers before the meeting."

"Didn't I give that to you already?" Kyle said.

"No you did not," Billy said, facing him, "Could I have it please?"
"Sure," Kyle said, sitting behind his desk.

Billy watched Kyle sift through folders on his desk, until he located the proper folder. Kyle flipped it open and recognizing the paperwork, Billy took it from him. "I uh…" Kyle said. Looking it over, Billy said, "Kyle, this isn't done."

"I ran out of time to finish it," Kyle said.

"Finish?" Billy said, "Nothing's been worked on with this."

"I will fix it up and have to you first thing in the morning," Kyle said.

"That's going to be a little late, since we have the meeting first thing," Billy said.

"If you had told me about the meeting, I would have made it priority," Kyle said, "I'll have it to you by the end of the day."

"Kyle we have been working on this deal for weeks," Billy said, "You were big on organizing most of it. How could you overlook something so important?"

"I had a rough night," Kyle said.

"When I ask you to do something, I expect it to be done," Billy said, "It's too bad if you didn't sleep well."

"It's hard to get a good night's sleep in jail," Kyle said.

"What did you say?" Billy said, "You spent the night in jail? What happened?"

"It was a fight with someone," Kyle said, "A big misunderstanding."

"You were arrested for fighting?" Billy said, "I don't see a scratch on you."

"I was the aggressor," Kyle said, "And I don't want to rehash it right now."

"Fair enough," Billy said, "You have this to me asap." Billy dropped the folder on to Kyle's desk.

Sighing and rubbing his forehead, Kyle attempted to concentrate on the work task at hand. Reviewing the report in front of him, Kyle was struggling to make sense of it. He attempted to read over the paragraph a third time, yet he still could not comprehend its content. Frustration was setting in as Kyle sat back in his chair and momentarily closed his eyes. He ran his hand across his forehead again, before directing his attention back to his work.

Reading the page in front of him, Kyle frowned and winced as the print began to fade in and out of focus. The disturbance continued for several seconds, Kyle slightly shaking his head in an effort to set his vision back to normal. The clarity of the words returned, however the subject matter of the report still did not make sense to him. Agitated Kyle slammed the folder shut. He sat back in his chair again, when he was startled by a knock on his open office door.

"Is it safe to come in?" Rachel said.

"Hi," Kyle said.

"I wanted to see if you were in a better mood," Rachel started, "But the way you just accosted that folder, tells me you're not."

Standing up, Kyle said, "I am sorry about before." He strolled around to the front of his desk and continued, "I apologize for walking out on you."

"I got angry too," Rachel said.

"You had every right," Kyle said, "I really messed things up for the custody case."

"Maybe not," Rachel said, "Perhaps Brittany can put things in a different light. It occurs to me Kevin's behaviour at times has been far worse than your altercation with Fen."

"So we are going to resort to mudslinging to win the case?" Kyle said.

"I don't want to," Rachel said, "But I will do whatever it takes to get Susie back."

"What about me?" Kyle said, "Do you want me back too?"

"You were never gone," Rachel said, as she took Kyle's hands, "Sure we fought, but I would rather be with you, than without you."

"Me too," Kyle said, moving in for a quick kiss.

"Do you think you will done soon, so we can go for dinner?" Rachel said.

"Should be," Kyle said, "You don't have some IT crisis to solve?"

"No more issues today," Rachel said, "It's not allowed."

"There's just one thing," Kyle said, "I have a quick meeting at the club before dinner."

"Your business meetings are not usually this late," Rachel said.

"It's more personal than business," Kyle smiled.

"You are up to something," Rachel said.

"Something," Kyle smiled, as he pulled her in for a kiss.

"Are you sure she will be here?" Kyle said, as he stood at the bar of Society.

"Yes, she was happy to accept the invitation," Abby said, "Is everything set on your end?"

"My colleague should be…" Kyle trailed off, as he saw his business partner at the entrance, "There he is."

"Handsome," Abby smiled.

"He's not for you," Kyle said, waving his associate over.

"Don't look now," Abby said, "Traci has arrived."

"Perfect," Kyle said.

"It's show time," Abby said, clasping her hands together in excitement.

"Dean," Kyle said, shaking hands with co-worker, "I'm glad you could make it."

"Aunt Traci?" Abby said, approaching her.

"Abby," Traci smiled, "I can't tell you how much I like your new restaurant."

"Thank you," Abby said, "We aim to please." She shared a glance with Kyle across the room. "Dinner for one?" Abby said.

"No, I'm meeting Rachel," Traci said, "Wedding talk."

"Oh, that's right," Abby said, "She was here, but an emergency came up and she wanted me to tell you she can't make it."

"I hope everything is alright," Traci said.

"I think was work thing," Abby said.

"That's too bad," Traci said, "I will have to catch her another time."

Abby nodded. "Well, I guess I'll be going," Traci said.

"What?" Abby said, "No, don't do that." Traci gave her a questioning look, before Abby continued, "You're already here, why not stay for dinner?"

"I suppose I could," Traci said.

Proceeding to walk Traci to a table Abby said, "Oh, look, Kyle's here. We should go and say hello."

"No, he looks like he's having a business meeting," Traci said, "I wouldn't want to intrude."
"I'm sure he won't mind," Abby said, guiding Traci over.

"Kyle," Abby smiled, arriving at their table, "Nice to see you."

"Abby," Kyle said, adding, "Aunt Traci, what a surprise."

"Hello," Traci said.

Addressing his colleague, Kyle said, "Dean, this is Abby Newman. Not only is she my cousin, she is the owner of this establishment."

"Nice to meet you," Abby said, shaking hands.

"And this lovely lady is Traci Abbott," Kyle said, making introductions, "Traci, this is Dean Sanders."

"Pleasure," Dean said, as he shook hands with Traci. "Abbott," Dean continued, "Any relation?"

"Traci is my aunt," Kyle said. Focusing on Traci, Kyle said, "What brings you by?"

"I had a dinner date with your fiancé, but she had to cancel," Traci said.

"Oh, yeah," Kyle said, "She's always busy with something."

"I will let you get back to your dinner," Traci said.

"Traci," Dean said, "Would you like to join us?" Kyle and Abby shared a smile.

"Oh, if you're sure I am not intruding," Traci said.

"Not at all," Kyle said, "Dean and I are old friends catching up. You are more than welcome."

"Alright," Traci said, sitting down, "Thank you."

"I'll be back to check on things in a little while," Abby said. She walked back behind the bar and texted Kyle's phone.

Hearing the beep, Kyle reached for his phone, saying, "Sorry, I should have turned this off."

Checking his display Abby had texted, "Time for that emergency."
"Shoot," Kyle said.

"Is something wrong?" Traci said.

"Yeah," Kyle said, looking at his phone a few seconds longer, before continuing, "I am actually going to have to cut this short. I'm really sorry, but I have a wedding planner in panic mode, something about a location we were looking into. I have to take care of this, otherwise I will have my fiancé in panic mode too."

"It's too bad you have to go," Traci said.

"I apologize," Kyle said, "You know what, you two should stay…"
"Kyle," Traci said.

"Enjoy your dinner, no reason to waste the evening. I will see you both later." Kyle made a hasty retreat.

Kyle scooted around the back, where Abby was anxiously waiting. "Well?" she said.

"Mission accomplished," Kyle said, sharing a hi five with Abby, who giggled in excitement.

"I get the feeling we were set up," Dean said.

Traci laughed, "Sometimes my nephew is not very subtle. We don't have to continue this if you would rather not."

"On the contrary," Dean said, "I would very much like to share the evening with you. If you would like to stay."

"I think that would be lovely," Traci smiled.