Peter pulled the car over and parked in front of the third strip mall they had come to during their search. The wind whipped around the car and rocked it lightly as it passed.

Julian's hands were clenched tightly. The storm had grown increasingly strong in the two hours they had been searching. He had never been in such a storm. "You don't think she is outside in this do you?" He asked.

"N0, she's smarter than that," Peter said. "We'll find her."

Julian nodded, steeled himself for the rain and wind, and opened the car door. He pushed hard to hold it open long enough for him to get out and onto the boardwalk. "Do these storms happen often?" He asked above the howling wind.

Peter shook his head and led his brother under the awnings. "No. They don't happen up here very often. The brunt of it is at the coast, it's making landfall. It'll get worse before it gets better, but it will probably pass sometime tomorrow." He looked in the windows of the few shops that showed signs of life. He pushed the door of a coffee shop open and went inside.

"We're closed. We're shutting everything down because of the storm."

"We're not looking to buy anything, sorry. We're looking for our sister. She's 15, dark hair and eyes, about so tall." Peter said "French accent and scared to death of thunder and lightning. I don't suppose she's been in here today."

"Oh man, yeah, that girl screamed every time the lightning flashed. She didn't have a phone with her so I offered to let her use the phone to call her folks but she didn't want to do that."

"We are staying at a hotel, I doubt she knows the number," Julian said.

"Anyway, she left about twenty minutes ago. I think she went east but I didn't pay much attention after she was out of line of sight. I'm sorry. Guess I should have tried harder to get her to stay."

"You've been a great deal of help," Peter said. "Thank you." When they were outside once more, he scanned the area looking for places that could be still open. "She can't have gone far in this." He said, yelling to be heard over the storm.

"Should we split up?" Julian asked.

Peter thought about it and nodded. "You take this side of the street, I'll take the other. If nowhere is open, look for any place that might give even a little cover no matter how unlikely." Twenty minutes. At least he knew they were in the right place now. He'd been afraid that he'd made the wrong choice in coming to the waterfront. "If you find her head back to the car and call, I'll do the same."

Julian nodded and watched Peter cross the street before continuing down the block, shivering in the wind and pouring rain.

Peter pushed his wet hair out of his face as he hurried down the block. "Amelie!" He called out as he went. He peered into shop windows, even those that were closed, just in case she'd found a way inside. "Amelie!" Even though he could only barely hear his voice against the wind, he kept calling her name as loudly as he could.

He reached the end of the block and glanced across the street. He spotted Julian easily enough and reassured himself that the kid would be okay. He turned the corner and hurried to the alley, feeling something pulling him in that direction.

"Amelie!" He called as he turned onto the alley. "Amelie!"

A sodden mop of dark hair with long legs came out from a recessed doorway and ran for him, She threw her arms around him.

"It's gonna be okay." He said holding her tightly. He didn't know if she was trembling more in fear or with the cold. "It's gonna be okay." He kissed the top of her head and held her close with one arm, walking back toward the street. He waved to Julian.

His younger brother sank to the sidewalk in relief. "Oh thank God."

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"I need to speak with Lo Si," Caine said. He needed to find out where those papers were. If they had been destroyed with the siheyuan then he would need to get the book from Leanne but it wouldn't be possible until the storm ended and the banks were open. "Do you wish to remain here out of the storm?"

Hu Li shook her head "No I need to get back and report in." She said. "Before he decides I've flown the coop."

"Be careful. The storm will only grow stronger."

"Says the guy going out in it himself. You should get a phone. Then you wouldn't have to do stuff like this."

Caine laughed quietly. "I do not require a telephone."

He walked with her down to the street, then turned to make his way toward the bus stop that was near his home. It was a covered shelter but that didn't help much when the wind blew the rain and occasional bursts of hail into the shelter. By the time the bus stopped, he was soaked through and chilled to the bone.

The bus driver opened the door to let him in. "I hope you plan to stay where you're going. This is the last run for the city buses. "

"I am going to the hospital. I will stay there."

"You may not have a choice." The driver said.

The bus was crowded, more so than usual at this time of day. People were desperate to get home before the worst of the storm struck. Caine was unable to find a seat and stood in the aisle, one hand resting on the pole.

He could feel the bus begin to hydroplane and tightened his grip on the pole. He didn't relax his grip even when the bus regained traction on the street below. He looked out the window. People were hurrying from businesses to their cars. The streets were about to get crowded. He didn't have to see a vision to know what was coming.

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Peter pulled into the parking garage at the hotel and parked.

"Would… would you come up with us?" Amelie asked.

Peter and Julian exchanged a look. Neither of them had expected that, neither of them were displeased by it either.

"If you want me to," Peter said.

"Good," Amelie said. She got out of the car and waited. She folded her arms around herself, feeling chilled once again now that she was out of Peter's well-heated car.

Julian and Peter joined her and they were soon in the elevator headed to the penthouse suite. Peter smiled a little remembering the last time he was in this elevator. "My foster sister, Carolyn had her wedding reception in this hotel." He said. "6 years ago I guess."

"Are you close?" Julian asked.

"Yeah, to both her and Kellie." He said.

"No foster brothers?" Amelie asked as she watched the light behind the floor numbers move steadily upward. Now that she was safe and out of the storm she was dreading the elevator getting to the top floor. She was so angry with her mother that it felt like hate sometimes. It seemed as though she spent most of her life in that state.

"No. I think that's why Paul initially wanted to foster me. He was surrounded by females and was hoping for someone to talk to about I don't know… guy things."

"Like what? Guns and things?" Amelie asked.

"Not really. That was work. He had plenty of people to talk about that with while he was at work. It was more, someone camping and fishing." Peter smiled at the memories. "He had this whole list of things he wanted to do just the two of us and then Mom… his wife Annie… had her own list of things she wanted to do."

"Sounds like you were happy," Julian said.

"Aside from the three years I spent in Pine Ridge my childhood was great," Peter said as the elevator door opened into a small corridor. "My father is an amazing father, with all he had to do to run the temple and teach the classes, he still made time to spend just with me. The Blaisdell are compassionate and giving."

Julian struggled to get his hand into his wet jeans pocket to take out his card key.

He was barely in the door when Laura rushed forward "Oh thank, God." She said, pulling Julian into a hug, not caring that she was getting wet.

Peter let Amelia go in first and followed after, closing the door behind him. He watched the hesitant way their mother approached Amelie.

"Well, at least you're home and safe," Laura said a slight chill in her tone.

Peter bristled but caught the nearly imperceptible shaking of Julian's head. He liked that even less than the way Laura wasn't at all interested in Amelie's emotional state. It meant that this was not an unusual reaction.

"In case you haven't noticed, this is a hotel, not a home," Amelie said, instantly defensive. Another signal to Peter that theirs was not a happy family.

"You're dripping all over the floor," Laura said. "Go get cleaned up."

Amelie rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She said and walked slowly toward her room.

When she was in her room, and presumably out of hearing range, Peter turned his attention to his mother. "What is wrong with you?" He asked. "That girl is shaking so hard that her teeth are chattering and it's not all from the cold."

"I know you have your issues with me, but that doesn't give you, a non-parent, the ability or right to judge how I deal with my daughter."

"Ten years as a cop does," Peter said. "All sorts of training on what to look out for when watching a family interact. The way you gushed all over Julian and then went distant and cold when dealing with your frightened daughter."

"We've never been close, Peter," Laura said. "She was always more Javier's child than mine. He liked it that way. All of this legal nonsense has just made it worse. Somehow it's all my fault."

And now it was the husband's fault or so she said. "Until he gets all of this sorted out you're the only parent she has. I've been that 15-year-old kid with my life turned upside down. Even though it was a good thing for Paul and M- Annie to pull me out of Pine Ridge it was still my life turned upside down again. So I know what she's dealing with. She needs her mom. The more she denies it the more she needs you."

"She's not you, Peter. She's nothing like you and you don't know half of what you think you do. So while I appreciate your concern, it's none of your business."

"She's my sister. That makes her my business." He said. He looked a little to the side as his field of vision shifted from the penthouse suite to a city bus leaving Chinatown. The rain and hail thundered down on the street, the bus was fishtailing slightly. Everyone on the street was running to their cars or the nearest shelter. Everyone except one man. A Chinese man, one that Peter had never seen before stood stock still, watching the bus.

Laura blanched. "I know that look. You're having visions just like your father aren't you." She said.

Peter raised a hand to put her off for a moment, not wanting to be distracted. He didn't have visions often but when he did they were important.

The man in his vision smiled slightly, and it was the sort of smile that could give a grown man the cold horrors. He raised one hand to chest height and pushed forward, focusing his chi outward toward the bus.

The back tire of the city bus blew out and the bus skidded sideways before toppling over. In one brief instance through one of the bus windows Peter could see his father.

"Father." He said reaching out instinctively, but the vision faded. "I have to go." He said worriedly. He looked to Julian "Tell Amelie I'm sorry, but I have to go, my father is in trouble."

Julian nodded "She'll understand." He said.

"Peter, this is insane, your father can take care of himself better than anyone else I know." Laura said.

"I have to go." He said. He moved quickly toward the door.

"It's too dangerous out there." She said following him to the door.

Peter left the penthouse suite ignoring Laura as he did so. Once in the elevator he took out his cell phone and called Mary Margaret.

"Hey Peter. Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine, look, I just had a vision. A bus over turned in Chinatown. My Pop was on that bus. I'm half way across town at my mother's hotel. You can get there faster…"

"I'm on my way." She said, not doubting Peter's visions any more than she doubted his father's. Especially not after Leanne's abduction.

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Caine felt the force of the qi just before the tire on the bus blew. Only his iron grip on the pole kept him from slamming into the seats as the bus pitched onto its side. It skid across the road, was struck by a car, and it spun a quarter turn, The cars continued to collide, into each other, and the bus.

He held tight to the pole, putting his feet on the sides of the seat until the bus stopped moving. He made his way to the back of the bus. He struggled with the emergency exit window. Finally he was able to force it out of its housing.

He exited the bus and began to help others to get out, all the while scanning the crowd for the source of the qi attack.

Yulong Yeoh swore quietly. He had hoped the accident would have killed Kwai Chang Caine. He was certain that it was Caine that he had to worry about in the prophecy, not his son. He had done everything in his power to make the son difficult. It was the father that had to be neutralized now.

He moved, trying to keep out of the man's sight, all the while the blasted priest was busy saving lives, proving again that he was the one he had to worry about. Damn, his hide!

Yeoh used his qi to move the bus once more, shoving the back end into the chaos of the street. He wasn't surprised that Caine was able to hold onto the bus and move with it without injury. He was a Shamballa master. He had been counting on it. It was a simple thing to use his qi to pull down one of the power lines, dropping it in the water that was several inches deep in the street.

With the last of the passengers off the bus, Caine had been about to walk away when he felt the force of Yeoh's qi once again. He looked up, seeing the power line on its way down. He leaped up onto one of the cars that had crashed into the bus. The tires would protect him from electrocution.

"Caine!" Mary-Margaret called out, about to walk toward him.

Caine held his hand out indicating that she should stop. "Do not come closer. The power line is in the water."

She took out her phone and called Emergency services. "We have a downed power line in Chinatown. There are people trapped in and on their cars." She gave them the intersection. "There are people in need of medical attention as well due to a Multiple vehicular accident." She hung up and began to work on damage control.

Peter parked his car a block away from where he knew the accident to have happened. He got out and hurried through the rain-soaked crowds until he found the crash site. "Pop" He called out. "Pop!"

Mary Margaret looked up, hearing his voice. "Peter, over here" She was trying to clear the streets and sidewalks of people that weren't trapped. The power line was skittering and it wouldn't take much for the danger to spread from the streets to the sidewalks.

Peter found her easily. "Have you seen my father?"

She nodded. "He's on top of one of the cars near the back of the bus. He's okay."

Peter relaxed, "Thank God." He said. He looked around him. "You've got EMS called I'm sure. It'll help get the crowd cleared." Most of them knew him. First as Caine's son the cop now as Caine's son the priest.

He moved down the block and found a car that was still in a parking place beside the sidewalk. He got up onto the car and yelled in Mandarin "Hey, Everyone, I need your attention now." He waited as they turned to face him, then called out again to those that had ignored him. He continued in Chinese, " I need you all to leave the sidewalk now, as calmly as possible. It hasn't yet but the electricity from the power line could reach the water on the sidewalks. Please, please leave the area calmly and quickly."

All the while he scanned faces looking for the malevolent one from his vision. He didn't see him, though.

The crowd thinned, but there were still rubber neckers lingering. So he repeated what he had said before, then said it again in English in case there was a different language barrier. Sometimes he forgot that not everyone with a Chinese face had a Chinese vocabulary.

"Sir, I need you to leave the area. It's dangerous and we need room for EMS to get to the people in the cars here in the street."

"That's just it. He is standing on my car." Peter glanced over at his father and then turned his attention back to the gentleman. "Do you see the brunette over there, that's Detective Skalany. If you give her your information and the information about your car she'll make certain the two of you are reunited when the danger has passed but I need you to move away."

The man grumbled but did as he was told. Peter suspected it was as much because he was tired of standing in the rain as anything else.

"You okay over there Pop," Peter asked when the street was finally cleared of anyone that didn't need to be there. He didn't think about himself as someone that didn't need to be there.

"Yes, My Son," Caine said. "Be wary. We have an enemy nearby."

"Yeah, I saw him in my vision," Peter said. "I know what he looks like." He could hear the sirens drawing closer. "We'll figure it out once we can get out of here." He moved from one car to the next until he joined his father on the same car.

"Did you find your sister?"

"Yeah, but I think Julian and I are the only ones happy about it. I swear Mom resents her for some reason. I know what my training as a police officer tells me about that but I didn't get those vibes from Amelie, so I don't know what to think."

"Is she safe?" Caine asked.

"Yeah, I think she's safe enough no matter what happened since her father is in custody. I just don't think she's exactly loved."

There was a time that Caine would have found this impossible to believe. The Laura he had loved and married would never be able to not love her own child. But the Laura that had abandoned Peter, the one who had denied him, that Laura he didn't know. That Laura could very well resent her daughter. The thought saddened him more deeply than he had thought possible.

The power to the neighborhood went off and the power line stopped skittering.

"No one get out of your cars until the linemen say it's safe," Peter said loudly. "Stay put." He wouldn't put it past the man who tried to kill his father, to somehow turn the electricity back on just as they set foot on the ground. He looked back toward his father. "Where's Hu Li?"

"She said she needed to report to her master." He said. "She left when I did. She did not do this."

"No. It was a Chinese man that I saw. It's possible that Yeoh followed her."

Caine shrugged. "My location was not hidden nor was it a secret." He frowned as the rain became heavier still.

"When we get out of here, we need to take shelter. Where were you going in this mess anyway?"

"I need to speak with Lo Si."

"After the storm, Pop. We'll go see him after the storm. Leanne is with him."

"I need to speak with him." He repeated.

"Then I'll call Leanne and the two of you can speak on the phone."

Peter watched as two linemen set to work securing the downed line and routing power away from it, he assumed for the duration of the storm. A third went to speak with Mary Margaret.

She in turn moved to speak to those who had been trapped in the street. "Okay, Folks, you can leave your cars now."

Caine and Peter eased down off of the car, both of them scanning the area for their nemesis.

"I get the feeling things are just getting started," Peter said as they joined Mary Margaret on the sidewalk.

"Not merely the storm," Caine said.