Did you ever know a boy named Kellen Ryan? Didn't think so. Well, a young Seaver once knew him and when he comes back into her life, well...

1: Bad News

It was nice-just the six of them: Jason, Maggie, Mike, Carol, Ben, and Chrissy were huddled around the house of Jason and Maggie. Mike's wife Kate was at home, tending to their children. Carol was in town on business, Ben's fiancee was back at their place in California. As for Chrissy's love life... She was still waiting for Mr.Right-or Mr.Right-Now as her friend Susan liked to kid.

It was early April and slightly warmer for Seattle. A rain had fallen eariler and the ground had been slighlty damp when the kids had come home. Jason had clutched at his chest, laughing and saying, "well, well, what a sight! Are all four of my children here or am I dreaming?"

Maggie, always practical and down-to-earth, shook her head and pulled her four kids into a tight bear hug, the five of them tripping and falling to the floor, all laughing hysterically. Maggie had made a meal of spagehtti and meatballs, which they downed with a few bottles of wine. "Should we trust Chrissy with this delicacy?" joked Mike, playfully running the bottle through his hands across the table in the living room.

Chrissy playfully messed up his hair, grinning all the while. It had been a good idea to leave dear old San Francisco behind-even if it was just for now. She really needed a break.

It was quarter to eleven when they heard the sharp chime of the doorbell. Looking startled, Jason said, "I wonder who could be here at this time of the night."

"I'll get it" said Chrissy. She pushed her wine glass away and stood up from the table, stretching her arms abover her head.

This time someone knocked. "I'm coming" she said, crossing the room on legs that felt like lead. She slid the bolt back and slowly opened the door. She gasped.

A man in a police uniform stood there. But that wasn't why she had been startled. It's one thing to find a police officer at your parents house at nearly eleven, but when that person was a part of your life-not to mention, a part that no one knew- well, that was almost too much.

The man too was startled. He'd seen the last name and his heart and skipped several beats. It had been so long, so long...

"Can I help you?" Chrissy finally asked, feeling knots in her stomach, though she wasn't sure if it was due to the cop at the door, or the fact that he was Kellen Ryan, her first true love.

"My name is Deputy Ryan. I'm sorry to be the one to bring you this news." At the sound of Deputy and sorry to be the one to bring you this news, Jason had moved from the couch to stand behind his youngest daughter.

"Are you Mr.Jason Seaver?" the man at the door asked.

Jason nodded. "I am. Please, come inside." He did so, though with great relcutance. He looked at the empty plats and glasses and wished that he was anywhere else-anywhere. "What brings you here?"

"Um... Are you familiar with a Luke Brower?" He knew he had struck a nerve, the looks that crossed the faces of the people in the room proved it.

"Yes. Why? Is he in some kind of trouble?" Again, the Deputy shifted nervously. It wasn't just being in the same room with Chrissy Seaver that was doing this to him-though that was a good deal of it, he knew it and couldn't deny it.

"No, sir. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but, he's dead." A wine glass fell from the table, shattering instantly.


"His body was found at his home, just 10 miles from here. It looks like a homicide." He sighed and shook his head. "We are doing everything we can to figure this out..."

"How did you know to come here?"

"We found your number and just put two and two together." He turned to leave, though a hand on his forearm stopped him. He met Chrissy's gaze. Sighing, he ended up staying until dawn, his parntner arriving a little after seven. All the while, he wondered if this were a sign.