A man with a dark, mysterious appearance entered his place where he usually went to meet his workers, quietly shutting the door behind him.

"Whoo-hoo, you're back boss!"

The man gave him a cruel look. "Shut up."

"Sorry sir."

"So how does it feel to be a free man?" someone else asked.

"Pretty nice. And it'll be even sweeter once I get my revenge against Sloan."

"You mean that poor sweet old man?"

"Shut up, Ronda!! He's anything but sweet! He's the one that put me in jail!"

"So what exactly are you going to do boss?" a thug type looking guy asked.

"Attack him. Make him hurt."

"By doing what, exactly?"

"By killing the cop that put me in there- Lt. Steve Sloan. Aka, the good doc's only son."

"But I thought your killing days were over," Rhonda said.

"They will be. As soon as I'm done with Sloan." **

"Dad, come on, we're going to be late for CJ's birthday party!"

"Sorry, son," Mark said, coming outside with a huge gift. "This thing took awhile to wrap."

"Dad, what on earth did you get him?" Steve replied, taking the gift from him and putting it in the car.

"A train-set," he said crawling into the passenger's side.

"A train-set? What is this super size?"

"Yeah!" Mark replied with a smile.

"Dad, how is he supposed to get it together? He's eight."

Mark smiled and looked at Steve.

"What, me?! Oh, no, sorry, Dad, but I'm not good at building things, remember?"

"I know, that's why Jessie is helping you."

"Jessie?! I might as well do it myself!"

"Now come on, two heads are better than one."

"Yeah, but you're forgetting we're talking about Jessie here. And I don't know why I never got a train-set. It's because you're unfair that why. You get one for someone else's son, but no, not your own."

"Steven Michael Sloan, you be quiet or I'll make you put something else together."

Steve sighed. "Yes, father." **

"Ohh, a train-set! Thanks Uncle Mark and Uncle Steve!"

"Hey, I want a train-set! Man, I never got anything good!" Jessie said.

"Well, I'm sure CJ will let you play with his sometime," Amanda said.

"It's not the same, though," he replied, pouting.

"Well, it's getting way past you bedtime mister, so I think it's time to put the gifts away and go to bed," Amanda told CJ.

"Aw, mom, but I'm a man now! I shouldn't have a bedtime!"

Amanda smiled. "I'll be the one to determine that. Now tell everyone goodnight and thank you for the gifts."

"Okay. Thank you, Mark, Steve, and Jessie."

"Oh, you're very welcome, young man," Mark spoke on behalf of everyone.

Amanda smiled. "Okay now go upstairs and I'll be up in a minute. And Dion, why don't you go help him."

"Aw, mom, I ain't no baby!" Dion protested.

"I know, but you have school tomorrow sir, so you need to get to bed."

"Okay, fine."

Amanda smiled and gave him a hug and kiss. "Allright, I'll be up in a minute, honey."

Dion then said goodnight to everyone and ran upstairs, leaving the fab four alone.

"Well, I have an early shift at the hospital tomorrow, so I should be going," Mark said.

"Yeah, ditto," Jessie stated.

"Okay, but tomorrow night you and Steve are coming to put the train together," she said, giving them a look.

"Sure, we'd be thrilled to," Steve replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, thrilled," Jessie repeated, looking at all the parts with a sick look on his face.

"Well, see you tomorrow," Mark said giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Come on fellas."

Jessie and Steve groaned and followed Mark out the door, a pathetic look on both of their faces.

Amanda laughed. "Well, maybe my children are more grown up then others." **

"Steve?! Steve, are you here?!"

Steve groaned and slowly crawled out of bed. This was the one morning he didn't have to go to work extremely early, and of course still wouldn't get any sleep. Ever since he lived with his Dad, he couldn't remember the last time he slept in. Their lives were always busy somehow.

"What's wrong, Dad?" he asked, staggering up the stairs.

"Mike Pearson was released from jail last night."

"You mean that guy who killed his cousin ten years ago?"

Mark nodded. "Yeah, and who seemed very bitter towards me."

"Wait a minute, Dad. There are lots of people who are bitter against you and you never worried before."

"Yeah, but this guy's like no other. He's mentally unstable- more than most I've put away."

Steve sighed. "Look, Dad-"

"You wanna know the last thing he said to me before he was taken away?"

"Okay, Dad, I'll bite. What did he say?"

"He said that he's going to make me know what feels like to lose those close to me, just like he did and-"

"Wait a minute, Dad, he was the one who killed his cousin."

"You know that, and I know that. But he's mentally unstable. He's convinced he didn't do it, that someone else did. And by me putting him in jail, I was stopping him from finding his cousin's killer."

"He told you this? Why wasn't I informed?"

"I don't know. I didn't want to bother you with it at the time."

"Oh, so you're deciding to bother me now?"

"Look, Steve, all I know is we have a deranged man on the lose who wants to make me suffer. Now I've been fearing this day for the last ten years and now it's finally here. Which means that you, Amanda, or Jessie could be a target of him. And I don't want you guys hurt on account of me."

"Dad-"

"Look, just promise me you'll be careful? And if you happen to see or speak to Amanda or Jessie before me, warn them, too, allright?"

Steve yawned. "Sure thing, Dad."

"Oh, sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep."

"Sure thing, Dad."

"Oh, I have an early shift at the hospital, but-"

"Go, Dad. I'm not five anymore. I'll be fine."

Mark nodded, although still concerned. "Allright, you're right. But that doesn't mean I still can't worry."

Steve sighed. "I know, but don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Allright, call me when you get to work."

"Dad-"

Mark turned around and gave him an I-mean-business look.

Steve nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good. I'll see you later, then."

"Bye, Dad." **

"Mark, look, you probably have nothing to worry about. Jessie and I will be fine," Amanda said a couple hours later in the doctor's lounge.

Jessie agreed. "Yeah, if anything, we should be worrying about you."

"I'm fine," Mark replied. "You don't need to be worrying about me."

"Mark, it was ten years ago. Anything could have happened in ten years," Amanda pointed out.

Jessie nodded. "Yeah, he could be a totally changed person!"

"This was prison, Jess, not a church," Mark replied. "And I know that something's wrong, I can feel it."

"Dr. Mark Sloan and Dr. Jessie Travis to ER, STAT."

"Aw, man, I was just starting on my coffee!" Jessie stated, reluctantly getting up.

Amanda laughed. "I'll keep it warm for you."

Jessie and Mark ran to the ER, both hoping it wasn't something that would take long.

As they approached the ER, they both saw someone being frantically wheeled in.

"What do we have?" Jessie asked, approaching.

"A male, approximately 40-45-"

Jessie suddenly gasped. "Steve!"

TBC...