"John?! Come on say something, man!" Baldwin screamed.

"Uh... How about don't scream in my ear for starters?" Jr. replied.

"Are you okay?" Andy asked, concerned.

Jr. nodded and slowly got up from the support of Baldwin and Andy. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just knocked myself out on the table when we fell."

Baldwin looked confused. "Well, what about the blood we saw?"

Jr. grinned, leaned down and wiped some off, then licking it off his fingers. "Ketchup. I also managed to break that."

Both Andy and Baldwin breathed a sigh of relief, both of them soon hearing Jr. ... laughing?

Andy looked at him questionably. Was this the same Jr. he knew for the past few weeks? "John?"

Jr. finally stopped and smiled. "Ketchup. It was just ketchup. Wow."

Baldwin looked confused. "Yeah, so?"

Jr. shook his head. "Aw, I don't know. Just the look on your guy's faces. This would be a good Halloween prank."

"Uh, are you sure you're okay, man?"

"Yeah! I think I am. I mean, I darted in front of a shooter to save your ass! I mean, how could I think I'm responsible for killing my own father, when I can't even let just my friend die? I mean, I loved my father. I was doing what I thought was best. What he did was just his own mistake. His wrong one. I couldn't control that!" he then started laughing again. "Ketchup! Who knew?"

Baldwin and Andy just stood there as Jr. made his way over to a very worried looking Rita who also looked confused when she saw him laughing.

"So what exactly does that mean?" Baldwin asked.

Andy shrugged. "Ketchup. Who knew?" **

"You know, I love you pop. Don't think that I still don't. And I know you thought you were doing the right thing, but you weren't. You say you cared about me, yet you did the one thing that threatened to ruin my life. And part of the reason why you seemed you had to be there for me all the time was because of my partnership with Andy. That I'd think of him as a father rather than you. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love Andy. He's a great friend. But you're my father. And by you thinking that makes you somewhat less of the father I used to think you were. What you did was selfish and I'll never forgive you for it. You're just lucky I have such great people at the squad who care about me. But I also know, that even though you didn't always show it in the best way, you cared for me a lot, too. And I cared about you. And I will continue to go on with my life. Maybe get married with Rita, have some kids, get some solid roots in my life. But I have to move on, pop. But just know that I will always, always love you and that you'll always be in my heart right next to mom. Good-bye, dad."

Jr. silently laid some flowers on his father's grave and sat there a minute, rubbing his hand over the stone. He then felt two hands on his shoulders and he stood there for a second more, wiped a tear away from his cheek, and got up, Rita and Andy both putting an arm around him as they walked away.

"Um, I just wanted to say thanks for being there for me guys. I'm sorry I was so difficult," he stated.

"No, you weren't. You were just lost. But I'm glad you found your way back. I love you so much," Rita replied, giving him a quick kiss.

"And we'll always be here for you, no matter what," Andy said.

Jr. nodded. "I know. Thanks, Andy. You're a great friend."

"Eh, you're okay, too."

They both smiled and Andy patted him on the back as all three walked towards the car. Jr. sighed and smiled to himself. He may still never totally get over his father's death, but he knew that no matter what happened he had the two greatest people to help him along the way. And that was certainly a blessing all on its own. **