July 8, 2001 -- evening. Patrick arrives at the Port Charles Grille, carrying a briefcase and looking around. After a few minutes, Kevin arrives. ''Dr. Reardon -- good to see you.'' Kevin says, extending his hand. ''I've been looking forward to this.'' 

''Yeah, me too.'' Patrick says, and the two men are seated. ''I was really kind of concerned that I wouldn't be able to find any patients to take part in this research -- it's kind of risky, but -- I know it could help a lot of people if given the chance.'' 

''I've done some research of my own -- you have an excellent track record, I was impressed.'' Kevin says. 

''Thank you.'' Patrick says. ''I've got some paperwork for you to go over -- feel free to ask me any questions you like.'' Patrick says, starting to open his briefcase and handing Kevin the paperwork. ''If you and your patient decide to proceed with this, then we'll set up a time where I can meet with him, and --'' 

''I'm afraid that's not possible.'' Kevin says. 

''Why not?'' 

''This patient of mine -- he wants to remain anonymous.'' 

''Well -- then I'm afraid this arrangement won't be possible, Dr. Collins.'' Patrick says. 

''Look -- I will personally handle any of the details you want me to, but --'' 

''Dr. Collins -- it's not that I don't trust you. But I don't work this way. When I do test studies, I work with all of my test patients one-on-one. I do a private consult with them, and I personally monitor their progress. This study isn't any different -- it's a different field than I usually work in, but I intend to handle this in the same manner that I always have. I think a big problem with medicine today is that doctors don't care enough. They don't treat their patients as people, they treat them as cases. But I never have -- and I don't intend to start now.'' 

''I admire your nobility -- I wish more doctors had your attitude, to be honest. But this is a different case. My patient has a life-long history of mental instability, and he's not -- there are a lot of people who would want to hurt him. I can't say why, but -- he doesn't want anyone to know where he is -- or who, for that matter.'' 

''I don't care if he's the President of the United States, Dr. Collins -- if he's a candidate for my study, I'd keep anything private that he'd like. I firmly believe in doctor-patient confidentiality.'' 

''So do I -- and that's why I have to keep his identity under wraps. I promise, every other aspect of his treatment will be by your rules -- just not this one.'' 

''Well then -- I'm afraid that whatever help you need can't come from me.'' Patrick tells him. ''If your patient wants my help, I'll do it -- my way. Until then, I don't think we have anything further to discuss.'' Patrick picks up his briefcase and leaves. 

July 12, 2001 -- late morning. Jessie and Kim are standing in the hallway talking, and Chris walks by. ''Hey honey, we were just talking about you.'' Jessie says, stopping him. Chris gets a nervous look on his face. 

''What do you mean?'' Chris asks, trying to hide his anxiety. 

''Jessie just got asked to assist with Dr. Quartermaine on a bypass -- I know she was scheduled in the OR with you this afternoon, so I told her I'd take her place if you didn't mind.'' Kim tells him. Chris sighs. 

''Jess, you know that I'd rather have you on my team with this procedure, you're a --'' 

''Honey, it's just this once -- the patient's wife remembered me from when her husband was brought to the ER last time, she asked for me specifically and -- I couldn't say no, Chris. Kim will do just fine.'' Jessie tells him. 

''She doesn't have the experience you do.'' Chris says. 

''I can learn -- I'll do a good job, I promise.'' Kim says. 

''I have to go -- I'll see you later, honey.'' Jessie says, and she leaves. Chris stands there glaring at Kim. 

''This was your idea, wasn't it?'' Chris asks angrily. Patrick just happens to be walking down the hall, and he stops from a distance and watches the exchange. 

''I told Jessie I'd be happy to cover for her, that's it.'' Kim tells him. 

''I need to talk to you.'' Chris says, and he grabs Kim's arm and pulls her into the stairwell. Curious, Patrick follows them, unnoticed. ''I told you I didn't want you working with me. And I want you to stay the hell away from Jessie.'' Chris angrily tells Kim. 

''Jessie is my friend. I'm not ending a friendship just because YOU don't like it.'' Kim tells him. 

''What do you want, huh? Money? How much? You name it.'' 

''You know, I can't believe I even gave you the time of day! You really are a jerk, you know that!'' Kim says to him. ''Maybe I should tell Jessie everything.'' Chris grabs her arm tightly. 

''You say one word to her, and it'll be the last thing you ever do.'' Chris says in a threatening tone. 

''I'll see you in the OR, doctor.'' Kim says, pulling away and storming off. After pausing momentarily, Chris starts to head up the stairs, when Patrick grabs him from behind. ''What the hell is wrong with you?'' Patrick asks, as Chris angrily turns around. 

''Get your hands off of me!'' Chris shouts, pulling away. 

''You know, my first impression of you wasn't all that great, but I never imagined THIS!'' 

''I don't know what you're talking about.'' 

''You and that nurse -- Kim -- you had an affair with her, didn't you?'' Patrick says in an accusing tone of voice. 

''I think the fumes in the lab are starting to affect your brain, Reardon. Now if you'll excuse me --'' 

''I heard every word you said to her -- don't bother denying it. I may have been cut off from the world for a couple of years, but I'm not stupid, I can figure out exactly what's going on. I've witnessed enough hospital liaisons in my past to know what that was all about .'' Patrick says. Chris glares at him angrily. 

''What, you're spying on me now? Is your life that boring?'' 

''Maybe there's a lot more Ramsey in me than you realize.'' Patrick remarks, then his tone changes a bit. ''Look, I could tell something was wrong with you and her -- I figured you helped me the other day, maybe I could --'' 

''Oh, I see -- you wanted to step in and play the protective big brother, huh? Well do me a favor -- don't do me any favors next time, got it?'' Chris tells him. 

''Does Jessie know?'' Patrick asks. 

''I'm not having this conversation.'' Chris says, and starts to leave. 

''You're supposed to be in love with Jessie -- you don't cheat on people you're in love with, Chris! Now Jessie is my friend -- and if you're sneaking around behind her back with that --'' 

''I am NOT cheating on Jessie, and I swear Reardon, if you breathe a WORD of this to her I'll --'' 

''You'll what?'' Patrick asks. Frustrated, Chris sighs and sits down on the steps. Patrick sits down next to him. 

''When Jessie left town, I -- I was upset. I wanted to go find her, and I couldn't get the time off. Kim had just started work, and we went out for drinks one night and -- the next thing I remember I woke up with a killer hangover and Kim in bed with me.'' Chris admits, clearly upset. 

''So you slept with her?'' 

''Yeah, I guess -- I don't know, I don't remember much about that night. I cut everything off with her after that. And now Jessie made friends with her, and --'' 

''Jessie doesn't know, does she?'' 

''What the hell am I supposed to tell her? ‘Hey honey, you know your new best friend Kim? Well guess what -- I had a one night stand with her while you were in Europe -- hope you don't mind.''' Chris says sarcastically. 

''Can you trust Kim not to tell Jessie?'' Patrick asks. 

''I don't trust anyone. Only Jessie.'' 

''You can trust me.'' Patrick says. Chris just looks at him, then looks down, not saying a word. ''Chris -- there's something about Kim. I don't know what it is, but -- she looks familiar to me for some reason. I could swear I know her from somewhere else.'' 

''What does that matter? All that matters is that Jessie never finds out what happened while she was gone.'' 

''Well, she won't hear it from me.'' Chris looks up at him. 

''You won't tell a soul what you just heard?'' he asks, still a bit unconvinced. 

''No. Just don't let it happen again.'' Patrick tells him. ''Now come on -- you've got patients waiting for you.'' Patrick starts to get up and leave. 

''Hey Reardon.'' Chris says, and Patrick turns around. ''Thanks.'' he says. 

''Consider us even now.'' Patrick says, and walks away. Chris stands in the stairwell for a moment, a look of both relief and guilt on his face. 

Chris enters the house, and sees the table set for four, and sees a variety of things cooking in the kitchen. Jessie comes out of the bedroom. ''Hey honey,'' she says, coming up to him and kissing him on the cheek. ''Go get changed, they'll be here in any minute.'' 

''Who?'' Chris asks. 

''Kevin and Lucy.'' Chris rolls his eyes, annoyed. ''I told you before I left this morning that they were coming here tonight.'' 

''You left ten seconds after you woke me up -- what, did you figure I'd still be half-asleep and wouldn't hear what you just said?'' 

''It worked.'' Jessie says, smiling. Chris grudgingly goes into the other room, to change, and comes back out a few minutes later. 

''Have you told Kevin we're living together yet?'' 

''That's kind of what today is for. I haven't talked to him much since we got back, I figured he and Lucy needed some time alone with the twins. But I wanted to fill him in on what's going on with you and I before he hears about it from the hospital gossip circuit.'' 

''Great. Boy, this day just gets better and better. First you bail on me in the OR, and now I have to spend the evening with your shrink cousin who hates my guts and his babbling wife.'' 

''I'll make it up to you tonight.'' Jessie says, coming up behind him and whispering in his ear. 

''Yeah, you better believe you will.'' Chris remarks, just as the doorbell rings. Jessie goes to answer it. 

''Hi!'' she says, hugging both Kevin and Lucy as they enter the house. 

''Jessie, I haven't seen this place in so long it looks -- great.'' Kevin says happily at first, then changing his tone when he notices Chris in the kitchen. ''You never told me he was gonna be here.'' 

''Doc, please don't start.'' Lucy says. 

''Nice to see you too, Kevin.'' Chris remarks. ''Oh, and by the way -- I'm always here. I live here now.'' 

''What!'' Kevin says, turning and glaring at Jessie. 

''Jessie, you never told me that --'' Lucy says, appearing very happy for them. 

''Chris, I was gonna tell him, you didn't have to say it like that.'' Jessie says, a bit angry. 

''Well, why wait till after dinner for your cousin to start listing the top 10 reasons why you're making the biggest mistake of your life when he can start now and get at least thirty in before dessert!'' Chris says sarcastically. 

''Well, I think that the two of you are very sweet together and you make an adorable couple -- right, Doc?'' Lucy says, glaring at Kevin. 

''Jessie -- when did this happen?'' Kevin asks. 

''Before I left for Europe. Chris and I just decided that it was time.'' Jessie tells him. 

''Oh, I bet you did.'' Kevin says, glaring at Chris. ''This was your idea, wasn't it Ramsey?'' 

''Oh yeah, it's always been my dream to live in a replica of the set of every bad 70's and 80's sitcom combined.'' Chris remarks. 

''Hey! I told you to move some of your stuff in any time you like!'' Jessie says. 

''Oh yeah, sure, my leather couches would look really great with furniture that was rejected by the Brady Bunch.'' 

''It's CALLED an eclectic look, you snob!'' Jessie shouts at him. Chris stomps off into the bedroom. ''Excuse me a minute.'' Jessie says to Kevin and Lucy, and follows Chris. The two can be heard arguing in the other room as Kevin listens happily and Lucy glares at him. 

''You see what you started!'' Lucy tells Kevin. 

''As a matter of fact, yes I do -- and hopefully this will finish it.'' Kevin tells her. About ten minutes later, Jessie comes back into the room, her hair looking a tiny bit tousled, and goes into the kitchen. 

''Sorry about that.'' Jessie says. She comes into the room carrying a tray of appetizers, and sets them down in front them. ''Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.'' 

''Um -- Jessie.'' Lucy says. ''Your -- your buttons are kind of -- off center.'' Jessie looks down and notices that her blouse is buttoned incorrectly. She suddenly turns red and ducks into the kitchen, obviously embarrassed. Kevin glares at Lucy. 

''Jessie I think maybe we should --'' Kevin begins shouting. 

''Here, try one of these, they're really good, Doc.'' Lucy says, shoving an appetizer in his mouth before he can say anymore and just stares at him. 

Lucy and Kevin walk up to the porch of Victor and Mary's house and ring the doorbell. ''I don't know why you kept cutting me off every time I started to talk, Lucy -- not that this was the first time that happened -- but I think I had a right to tell Jessie --'' 

''Tell her what? That she shouldn't love who she wants to love?'' Lucy interrupts. 

''And it's still continuing here.'' Kevin comments. 

''Doc -- do you know how many people told me to stay away from you after -- well, you know. What would have happened if I had listened to them?'' 

''Lucy, that's totally different.'' 

''How? How is it different, Doc? Now you listen to me, Kevin Collins. I don't care what you think about Chris Ramsey -- Jessie loves him and if she sees something in him that's good enough for me. So you just butt out, you got that?'' 

''Lucy, did you see them? One minute they were fighting and the next they -- I don't even want to think about what they were doing in that bedroom, it's disgusting to even fathom it. And then ten minutes later everything was wonderful with them. That isn't a normal, healthy relationship, Lucy.'' 

''Oh, and you know what is a normal, healthy relationship?'' Lucy asks, ringing the doorbell again. 

''I most certainly do. Take Victor and Mary, for example. Now that's what I want for Jessie -- a sane, stable, normal relationship.'' Kevin says, just as the door opens. Victor stands at the door wear a grass skirt. 

''Monk! I'm sorry, I didn't hear you at first -- the twins are asleep, so Mary and I thought this would be a good time to practice our Samoan dancing routines -- we bought a whole video instruction set. We have some extra skirts -- would you and Lucy like to join us?'' Victor asks. Lucy turns and stares at Kevin smugly. 

''Uh, no thanks Victor -- we'll just get the kids and leave.'' Kevin says, clearly embarrassed. 

''Well, suit yourself -- I'll go tell Mary she can get the drums out -- we omitted that for now, we didn't want to wake the children.'' Victor goes into the other room. Lucy turns to Kevin. 

''Don't even say it.'' Kevin says, before Lucy can even speak. 

''All I'm saying is you could have waited for ME to tell Kevin.'' Jessie shouts to Chris from the bathroom, as Chris waits in bed.

''Jess, I'm just tired of his smug attitude -- the guy grates on my last nerve.'' Chris replies to her. 

''Chris -- can't you just TRY and get along with Kevin? Kevin isn't just my cousin, he's -- he's like a big brother to me. He's an important part of my life -- I need you to understand and accept that.'' Chris doesn't reply. ''Maybe if you'd give Patrick a chance you'd see what that kind of relationship is like.'' 

''Hey, don't start with that. I'm in no mood to hear another lecture on Reardon.'' 

''Okay, fine, forget I said anything.'' Jessie says, and she comes into the bedroom and climbs into bed with Chris. She reaches over to kiss him, and Chris stops her. 

''Why are you wearing that?'' he asks, noticing Jessie's negligee. It's the same one that Kim put on the night she was there. 

''Because it was what I grabbed from the closet.'' Jessie replies, and she begins to kiss Chris up and down his neck and shoulders. 

''Don't you have anything else to wear?'' he asks, stopping her again. 

''I won't be wearing it much longer.'' Jessie whispers, continuing to kiss him. 

''Well, I don't really like it.'' Chris says. Jessie stops kissing him. 

''You BOUGHT it for me!'' she says, starting to become frustrated. 

''I did?'' Chris asks. 

''Yeah, you did. On Valentine's Day, remember?'' 

''Oh -- well, I guess my taste has changed.'' Jessie sighs and rolls her eyes. ''So are you gonna put something else on?'' 

''What is the BIG DEAL?'' Jessie asks, now becoming angry. ''You don't like the nightie I'm wearing and you won't touch me until I wear something you DO like? Who the hell cares?'' 

''You know, just forget it -- I'm not in the mood now anyway.'' Chris says, and he gets up and storms out into the living. 

''Fine -- you can STAY out there all night for all I care!'' Jessie shouts, and throws a pillow at the door in disgust. In the living room, Chris sits down on the couch and sighs, staring at the bedroom door. 

''I'm sorry, Jessie.'' he whispers to himself. 

July 10, 2001 -- morning. Chris enters the OR scrub room and sees Jessie there, preparing for surgery. ''Hey -- I thought we were riding in together, we have the same schedule today.'' Chris says. 

''I was afraid I'd be wearing something that you didn't approve of.'' Jessie says, never making eye contact with him. Chris sighs. 

''Jess, I'm sorry, I just --'' 

''Look --- let's get something straight here.'' Jessie says, finally looking Chris in the eye. ''You are NOT my boss. You don't tell me what to do, where to go, who to be friends with, what to wear -- I am not some little Stepford Wife whose sole purpose in life is to make YOU happy, you got it?'' 

''Jess --'' Chris begins, and Jessie walks to the door, shoving him aside, just as Dr. Quartermaine enters the room. 

''Is there a problem?'' Monica asks. 

''No ma'am.'' Chris replies. 

''Good. See to it that your lovers spats do NOT interfere with your work. Is that clear, Dr. Ramsey?'' 

''Yes ma'am.'' Chris says, and goes to scrub up. 

''Well, nice to see you again, bro. How long has it been?'' Greg asks, as Kevin enters his room. 

''I'm sorry -- I got here as soon as I could. I told you I can't be here every day.'' 

''You've been avoiding me, that's what you've been doing.'' Greg says. ''Did you talk to Dr. Reardon?'' 

''Yes, I did.'' Kevin replies. 

''And?'' 

''It's not gonna work out.'' 

''Why not?'' Greg asks. 

''Because Dr. Reardon won't work with you on my terms.'' Kevin says. 

''YOUR terms? How about MY terms, huh? Get me that drug, Kevin -- I mean it.'' Greg says. Kevin sits down next to Greg. 

''It isn't that simple, Greg. I'm not putting your identity in any unnecessary jeopardy. Having you here is risky enough -- I don't need to take anymore chances than I already am.'' 

''Alright, fine.'' Greg says, backing off. 

''Now let's see how you've been doing. I'm gonna do a quick check of your vitals and -- Kevin takes Greg's wrist, and suddenly Greg grabs his arm, and pulls out a small knife in his other hand. He holds the knife up to Kevin's wrist. 

''I want that drug, Kevin.'' Greg says emphatically, gritting his teeth. ''And I told you -- if you don't get it for me, I'll get it myself.'' 

''Where did you get that?'' Kevin asks, trying to remain calm. 

''What can I say -- I'm a clever guy.'' Greg replies. 

''Greg -- put the knife down.'' Kevin says. 

''Are you gonna get me that drug?'' Greg asks. 

''Put the knife down.'' Kevin says emphatically. Greg stares at him for a minute, then starts to release Kevin's arm, but not before scratching the top of his hand with the tip of the knife. Kevin winces in pain and pulls his hand back, and Greg drops the knife to the floor. Kevin picks up the knife, and goes into the bathroom and gets a towel to cover his bleeding hand. 

''Next time I'll find something bigger.'' Greg says. ''And there WILL be a next time, bro -- unless you get me that drug.'' Kevin leaves the room nervously. 

Patrick and Eve enter the Recover Room. ''You know we could have gone somewhere else for dinner.'' Patrick tells her. 

''I wanted to go here. You need to start socializing more Patrick -- you know, you're just like your brother, you don't get out enough.'' 

''I'm just really busy.'' Patrick says. 

''Well, so what -- you're entitled to have fun once in awhile. Most of the staff hangs out here -- it's about time you did, too.'' Eve comments. Patrick glances over at the bar and notices Chris sitting there alone, drinking. 

''I thought you said he didn't get out much.'' Patrick says. Eve rolls her eyes. 

''Oh, he and Jessie probably had some stupid fight -- come on, let's sit down.'' 

''He looks upset, Eve -- maybe I should go talk to him.'' 

''Patrick, he's just gonna ruin our whole evening -- let him sit there and pout.'' 

''Eve -- he's my brother. What am I supposed to do, sit here and watch him drink himself into a stupor?'' Eve sighs. 

''Fine, go ahead, go talk to him.'' Eve says, not pleased. Patrick walks over to the bar and sits down next to Chris. 

''What's going on?'' Patrick asks. 

''None of your damn business.'' Chris says. The bartender heads over toward Chris. ''Hey, I'll have another --'' 

''He'll have coffee -- black.'' Patrick interrupts. Chris glares angrily at Patrick. 

''Who the hell do you think you are?'' 

''You've had enough.'' Patrick says. 

''Says you.'' Chris replies, picking up his drink and attempting to finish it. Patrick yanks it from his hand. 

''Did you and Jessie have a fight?'' Patrick asks. 

''What do you care if we did?'' 

''Did she find out about --'' 

''NO, she didn't find out!'' Chris says. 

''Then what's the problem?'' 

''Why are you so interested all of a sudden?'' 

''Because I owe you -- and I want to help.'' 

''Yeah, well go earn your boy scout merit badge somewhere else --- I'm not interested.'' 

''Fine. I can sit here all night if you want -- but I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong.'' Patrick tells him. 

''You know you're a pest, Reardon.'' Chris says. The bartender brings him his coffee, and he takes a drink and sighs. ''Last night Jessie -- when Kim was -- well, she put on one of Jessie's nightgowns, and Jessie had it on last night, and -- I kind of got upset. Jessie didn't know what the hell was going on, and -- well, let's just say I behaved like an idiot and leave it at that.'' Patrick sighs in disgust. 

''Chris -- it sounds to me like you're spending all of your time trying to cover up a lie by creating more lies. You need to tell Jessie what happened.'' 

''I can't, Patrick -- she'd never forgive me.'' 

''You made a mistake -- we all make mistakes, Chris.'' 

''I can't tell her -- I just can't.'' 

''So you're gonna spend the rest of your life letting this guilt eat away at you?'' Patrick asks. 

''Basically.'' Chris replies. Patrick shakes his head in disgust. 

''Fine. Do whatever you want. Finish your coffee, Eve and I will take you home, you're in no shape to drive.'' Patrick says, and heads over to Eve, who is sitting at a table looking at the menu. ''Come on, we're leaving.'' 

''We just got here! Patrick, do yourself a favor -- don't get involved in Chris and Jessie's drama, it's not worth your time.'' 

''I can't do that Eve -- I owe him.'' Patrick says, looking over at Chris. ''Whether he likes it or not.'' 

Chris enters the house -- Jessie is sitting on the couch watching television. She glances up at Chris and doesn't say a word. Chris is carrying a bouquet of flowers. He walks over to Jessie and sits down next to her, and hands her the flowers. Jessie looks up at him and takes the flowers from him, noticing that he smells of alcohol. ''I hope you didn't drive like that.'' she comments. 

''Patrick brought me home.'' Chris replies. ''Which means you'll have to give me a ride to work tomorrow. My car is still at the hospital.'' Jessie is quiet for a moment. 

''Where'd you get these?'' she asks, glancing at the flowers. 

''We stopped at the store on the way here.'' 

''Whose idea was it?'' 

''Mine.'' Chris whispers. ''I'm sorry.'' he says, taking her hand. ''I never want to hurt you, Jessie. And for the record -- I would never try to control you, or change you -- and I'm sorry if you feel like that's what I've been doing. I love you just the way you are -- there isn't one thing about you that I'd want to be different.'' 

''Nothing?'' Jessie asks, unconvinced. 

''Well, maybe a few things -- but nothing important.'' Jessie can't help but laugh. ''So, are we -- okay here?'' Chris asks. 

''Yeah.'' Jessie says, and she pulls Chris close and kisses him. ''Now go take a shower, you smell like a bar.'' Chris gives her a quick kiss, then goes into the other room, smiling. 

Patrick and Eve enter Eve's apartment, kissing. ''You coming in?'' Eve asks between kisses. 

''Mmmm -- I'm sorry, I can't.'' Patrick says, kissing her back. 

''Oh, come on, it's bad enough we had to spend an hour of our evening being Chris' taxi service -- can't you spare a few minutes more for me?'' 

''Eve, I left my research notes in the lab -- I need to go back and get them.'' Patrick tells her. 

''Well, I've got some research of my own I want to do.'' Eve says, pulling Patrick into the apartment and closing the door. They kiss intensely, and Patrick slowly tries to pull away. 

''You're driving me crazy, you know that?'' 

''That is my plan.'' Eve whispers, kissing his neck. Patrick finally pulls away. 

''Eve -- I just don't know if I'm ready for this yet. I'm sorry.'' Patrick says. Eve looks down, a bit embarrassed. 

''No, I'm -- I'm the one who's sorry. You said you'll tell me when you're ready, and -- I guess I'll just have to wait until then, huh?'' Patrick pulls her into a kiss. 

''Thank you for understanding.'' he says. 

''I'll see you at work tomorrow -- don't stay up too late with those notes of yours, doctor.'' Eve tells him. 

''I won't.'' Patrick says, and he kisses her one last time. ''Goodnight.'' he says. 

''Goodnight.'' Eve replies, and Patrick leaves. 

''I know Lucy, but I really have to finish these reports tonight. I'm sorry.'' Kevin says, talking into his cellphone. ''Don't wait up, I'll probably be home pretty late. Yeah, I love you too. Goodnight.'' Kevin gets off the phone, and heads into the lab at General Hospital, which is locked and dark. He pulls out his master key and slowly opens the door, hoping no one notices him. He heads back to Patrick's office area -- the door is locked. He tries his master key -- it doesn't fit the lock. ''Damn!'' he says to himself. He pulls out a credit card from his wallet, and plays with the lock until it finally opens. He enters Patrick's office, and pulls out a small flashlight. He notices Patrick's notes lying on his desk. Kevin sits down in the chair, and starts pouring through them. After a few minutes, he is stunned when the light comes on and he hears a door slam. 

''What the hell are you doing in here!'' Patrick angrily shouts. 

''Dr. Reardon, I can explain --'' Kevin begins. 

''This is MY office, doctor, and those are MY notes -- how the hell did you get in here?'' Patrick asks angrily. 

''I have a master key, and I just wanted to --'' 

''The master doesn't open my office -- I asked for a separate lock.'' Patrick says. 

''Why? You hiding something?'' 

''There are a lot of people who would see my research as a chance to make a whole lot of money with no regard for the safety of patients -- and I'm not willing to take that chance. Now -- give me one good reason why I shouldn't call hospital security.'' Patrick says. Kevin stands up. 

''Dr. Reardon -- I need your help. My patient --'' 

''And I already told you, Dr. Collins -- I don't work the way you want me to work.'' 

''Look -- you don't understand -- my patient is very --'' 

''No, you're the one who doesn't understand, doctor. Now -- get out of my office. If you're not out of here in ten seconds, I'm calling security. Is that clear?'' Kevin reluctantly 
leaves, slamming the door behind him. Patrick walks over to his desk and thumbs through his notes, then glances back at the door with a puzzled look on his face. 

Kevin enters the nursery, and stands over the twins' cribs, watching them sleep. He thinks about a conversation he'd had with Greg earlier . . . . 

''Greg -- don't you see what this means? Every person in my family, except for my cousin, has had some sort of mental breakdown. I have two kids, Greg -- you don't know how many nights I lie awake, wondering what their future will be. If they're gonna end up in a place like this someday. And I'll do anything in my power to stop that from happening. If this drug works, then --'' 

''If they need it someday, they'll have it.'' Greg says. 

''I love my kids -- I don't want them to have to go through what I did. What any of us did.'' 

''Doc.'' Lucy says, walking up behind him and wrapping her arms around him. ''I thought you were gonna be late.'' 

''I -- decided to come home. It can wait.'' Kevin tells her. 

''Well, good.'' Lucy says, and she kisses Kevin on the cheek and hugs him tightly as they watch the twins for a moment. ''They're beautiful, aren't they?'' 

''Yes, they are.'' Kevin says. ''They're so innocent -- I wish they could stay like that forever.'' 

''Me too.'' Lucy replies. After a long pause, Kevin finally speaks up. 

''Lucy -- do you ever -- worry about them?'' 

''Well, of course, I'm their mother, I worry all the time. And ever since Dom was --'' 

''Not that, Lucy. I mean -- my family history. Aren't you afraid that -- that they'll --'' 

''Of course not! Doc, how can you even think that?'' Lucy asks, stunned. 

''I can't help BUT think that. Lucy -- there's no hiding from the truth. Look at the reality of my family -- my mother, my father, Ryan -- ME -- and then . . . . .'' 

''And then what?'' 

''Remember when Greg Cooper insisted that he was Victor's son? What if that was really true?'' 

''Kevin, we know it's not true. Victor said it's not true, and Cooper was as nutty as they come, so --'' 

''But what if it WAS, Lucy. Victor has been known to cover things up in the past.'' Kevin says. 

''Doc, would you please, please just STOP this! Nothing like that will ever happen to our precious little angels. And those two monsters are DEAD, and they can never, ever hurt any of us ever again!'' Lucy says, becoming upset. 

''Okay. I'll drop it.'' Kevin tells her, pulling her close, but looking off worriedly. 

July 11, 2001 -- morning. Eve walks into the lab, and sees Patrick in his office, his head down on the desk, asleep. Eve shakes her head and sighs, and enters the office area. She touches Patrick's shoulder, and bends down and softly kisses him on the cheek. ''Hey. Time to get up, sleepy-head.'' Eve whispers. Patrick bolts awake, startled. 

''Eve.'' he says, rubbing his eyes. ''What time is it?'' 

''Morning.'' she tells him. ''And that's what you had on last night. You never went home, did you?'' 

''I -- I needed to --'' 

''Patrick -- you can't stay here day and night. Tell me the truth, Patrick. Are you working so much because you want to -- or because you're avoiding ME?'' Eve asks pointedly. 

''Eve, why would I want to avoid you, I --'' Patrick stops himself. 

''You what?'' Eve asks. 

''Nothing. I'm not avoiding you.'' Patrick says, and he gets up and gathers some of his notes together. 

''Patrick -- I know you loved Carrie. And I know that you don't want to do anything that --'' 

''Carrie has nothing to do with this.'' 

''Carrie has everything to do with this!'' Eve shouts. Patrick stops what he's doing and just looks at Eve. ''You're not cheating on her, Patrick. You're not cheating on your wife.'' 

''I have to go.'' Patrick says, and he picks up his briefcase. 

''Patrick --'' 

''I have some patients to interview for my research study. I'll call you tonight, okay?'' Patrick says, and kisses Eve on the cheek quickly, then leaves. 

''Yeah. Okay.'' Eve says to no one, with a sad look on her face. 

Kevin lies asleep in bed, dreaming . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Kevin enters the Lighthouse, and finds a teenage Dominique rummaging through Lucy's closet. ''Dom -- what are you doing?'' Kevin asks. 

''Just looking for something to wear, Daddy.'' Dominique replies. 

''Did your mother say it was okay to go through her clothes?'' 

''I don't need to worry about what mother wants me to do anymore.'' 

''What are you talking about?'' Kevin asks. He goes into the bathroom, and lets out a loud scream. ''LUCY!'' he shouts, as he stands over Lucy's body, lying in a pool of blood. ''Dominique -- what happened?'' Kevin asks, as Dom nonchalantly enters the room. 

''She said I couldn't go out tonight because my homework wasn't done. AS IF!'' she says, tossing a sweater over her shoulder. 

''You killed your mother! Oh my god, YOU KILLED YOUR MOTHER!'' Kevin shouts, following her down the stairs. 

''Don't wait up for me, Daddy.'' Dom says, as she strolls out the door. Daniel passes her on her way out. 

''Hey dad, what's up?'' Daniel says. 

''Daniel -- I need to talk to you. It's about your sister, and -- and your mother.'' 

''Sorry, no time Dad -- I've got plans tonight.'' 

''Daniel, this is IMPORTANT!'' Kevin shouts. 

''Oh, and my life isn't? Look, I've been trying to get this girl's attention for months, and she won't even give me the time of day. And I'm getting some advice on how to handle her.'' The doorbell rings, and Daniel answers it. 

''Hey, you ready to go?'' Ryan asks, as he and Greg wait happily at the door. 

''Daniel -- you cannot go out with them!'' Kevin shouts. 

''Why not? They're my uncles. We're family.'' Daniel says. 

''He takes after me Kev -- he likes blondes.'' Ryan remarks, grinning. 

''Hey, I've got some great brainwashing techniques to show you. You'll have this girl in the palm of your hand in no time.'' Greg tells him. 

''Cool!'' Daniel says, and he leaves with Ryan and Greg, as Kevin watches in horror. 

''No! Daniel, don't go with them! Daniel, don't!'' Kevin shouts . . . . . . . 

''No, no don't go with them! NO!'' Kevin shouts out loud, tossing and turning. 

''Doc -- Doc, wake up.'' Lucy says, sitting on the edge of the bed. Kevin bolts awake. 

''Lucy.'' Kevin says, catching his breath. He looks up at her. ''You're alive! Lucy, you're alive!'' he shouts, hugging her tightly. 

''Of course I'm alive. It was just a bad dream, Doc. That's all it was.'' Lucy says. ''Do you -- want to talk about it?'' 

''No. Where are the twins?'' Kevin asks. 

''They're downstairs in the playpen. Doc, are -- are you sure you're okay?'' Lucy asks. 

''I'm fine. I have to get to work, Lucy -- I have a lot to get done, I won't be home until pretty late this evening.'' 

''Doc, I wish you wouldn't spend so much time working -- and you've been going out of town so much lately --'' 

''I told you -- I have a patient in a facility further upstate -- it's a very special case.''

''Well, why can't they find a doctor for him that's closer?'' Lucy asks. 

''He -- he only trusts me. Look -- I'm hoping that this treatment won't take much longer, okay? I'll make it up to you soon, I promise.'' Kevin says, and he kisses Lucy and goes into the other room. 

''Something's going on with you, Doc -- and I'm gonna find out what it is, just you wait!'' Lucy says to herself. 

Eve sits in the on call room, staring off into space. Chris enters the room. ''Gee Lambert, if you don't have enough work you can have some of my load -- I wish I could sit around on my butt and do nothing like that.'' Chris comments. 

''Oh, shut up, Ramsey.'' Eve replies. 

''What's bugging you?'' Chris asks. 

''Nothing.'' Eve says. 

''Yeah, right.'' Chris says, and he sits down on the couch next to Eve. ''What did my brother do this time?'' 

''Nothing.'' Eve says. 

''Somehow I don't believe that.'' 

''Trust me -- he did nothing. That's the problem.'' Eve says. 

''What are you talking about?'' Chris asks. 

''We're getting really close, Patrick and I, right? Or at least I thought so. But every time I think things are going to -- he keeps shutting me out, Chris. And I don't know what to do about it. I don't want to push him into something he's not ready for, but -- Chris, I just can't keep my feeling bottled up like this.'' 

''Are you in love with him?'' Chris asks. 

''I don't know.'' 

''Don't give me that -- why don't you TELL him, for cryin' out loud!'' 

''He's not over his wife, Chris. I'm afraid if I say anything, I'll -- I'll lose him for good.'' Eve replies. ''Maybe I should just -- give him some time to be alone for awhile. I've gotta get to work.'' Eve leaves. Chris shakes his head. 

''You're an idiot, Reardon.'' he says to himself, and gets up and leaves the oncall room. 

Chris enters the lab, where Patrick is busily working. ''What the hell is wrong with you?!'' Chris shouts, slamming the door as he enters. 

''What, are you still mad at me for interfering last night? Would you rather I just ignored you?'' Patrick asks. 

''Not that -- this is about Eve.'' Chris says. 

''What about Eve?'' 

''That's what I want to know. Exactly what do you want from her, huh?'' 

''My relationship with Eve is none of your business.'' Patrick replies. 

''Oh, the HELL it's not!'' Chris shouts. ''You've butted into every aspect of MY life, and it's about time I returned the favor. Do you know how often someone like Eve comes along? Do you have any clue how LUCKY you are?'' 

''I know how lucky I am to have Eve.'' 

''Obviously you don't!'' Chris tells him emphatically. ''You're gonna lose her, Reardon. If you don't let her know where she stands with you -- she's gonna walk away. Trust me -- I'm speaking from experience here. Fortunately I was smart enough to speak up before I lost Jessie permanently. The question is, will YOU be that smart?'' 

''This is different.'' Patrick tells him. 

''Yeah, sure it is. Eve is my best friend, Reardon. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna stand by and watch while you break her heart because you can't let go of your dead wife.'' 

''Shut up!'' Patrick shouts, and he lunges for Chris and grabs him by the collar, slamming him against the wall. ''Just shut up!'' 

''What, did I touch a nerve?'' Chris asks while trying to catch his breath. ''Your wife is DEAD, Reardon -- you're not. Would she really want you to be locked up in this dungeon 24/7?'' Patrick lets go of Chris. 

''I -- I'm sorry.'' Patrick says, as Chris straightens out his collar. Patrick sits back down at his desk, and buries his head in his hands. Chris starts to look extremely uncomfortable, but walks toward Patrick. He puts his hand on Patrick's shoulder. 

''If you're in love with Eve, you need to tell her. If you're not, you need to let her go.'' Chris tells him, and walks out of the lab. 

July 13, 2001 -- early morning. Eve is dressed in a robe, her hair dripping wet. The doorbell rings at her apartment. ''Just a minute!'' Eve shouts, rushing for the door. She opens it -- Patrick is standing at the door. ''Patrick.'' Eve says. 

''Hi.'' he replies. 

''Come in.'' Eve tells him. 

''I -- I can't. I just wanted to tell you that -- I have an errand to run. I need to leave town for a few days.'' 

''Oh. Is it -- something to do with your research?'' Eve asks. 

''No, it's -- it's personal. I'm sorry I haven't called you, I've just -- I've been busy, with work.'' 

''It's okay.'' Eve says. 

''I'll -- I'll see you when I get home, alright?'' Patrick says. He gives her a soft kiss on the cheek. 

''Bye Eve.'' Patrick tells her, and he leaves. Eve closes the door, and leans up against it and starts to cry. On the other side of the door, Patrick puts his hand on the doorknob for a second, then pulls it away and gets on the elevator. 

July 14, 2001 -- Kevin enters Greg's room at the sanitarium. ''I hate you.'' Greg says through gritted teeth. ''Take these damn things off of me!'' Greg shouts, looking down at his restraints. 

''Not a chance.'' Kevin says. ''You caught me off guard the other night, Greg. That won't happen again.'' 

''No, it won't. Because as soon as I get out of these things I'm gonna KILL you!'' Greg shouts. 

''Do you want me to help you or not?'' Kevin asks. ''I'm gonna have to trust Patrick Reardon with our secret. I don't have any other choice.'' 

''You're even more crazy than I am if you think someone will be willing to put their career on the line to help me!'' Greg tells him. 

''Maybe -- but I have to do this. I will not jeopardize the future of my children -- not for anyone. And I am not taking you out of those restraints until I know you can be trusted. You want your freedom, Greg. You EARN it!'' 

''I got you away from Ryan! I have earned it!'' 

''Well, you blew it with your little knife trick. We had a deal, Greg. Part of that deal was that you trust me. If you don't trust me, why should I trust you?'' 

''Okay. Okay, I'll trust you. Now let me out of these things.'' 

''Oh, I don't think so.'' Kevin says. ''You know the old saying -- fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice -- I'll be back in a few days. You'll just have to deal with this until then.'' Kevin leaves, as Greg fumes. 

July 15, 2001 -- In a quiet cemetery, someone walks up to a headstone and kneels down. ''Hey Carrie.'' Patrick says, touching the headstone softly. ''I haven't been here in a long time. I'm sorry.'' Patrick pauses for a moment. ''Remember when you told me to be happy? I couldn't even imagine that without you. I was kind of mad at you for even suggesting it, wasn't I? Well, I -- I guess you were right. You always were, I hated that. I -- I met someone, Carrie. And I -- I think I'm in love with her. No, I -- I know I am. She's a doctor -- she's smart, and pretty, and funny, just like you, but -- well, she's nothing like you, really. But she makes me happy, Carrie. Just like you wanted me to be. I guess I just -- I didn't want to let go of you. And if I move on with someone else I have to, don't I?'' Patrick sighs. ''I just wish there was some way -- some way you could tell me that -- that it's okay.'' Suddenly, a gust of wind goes by, and a pink carnation is blown into the air, and lands right in front of Patrick. Patrick looks down at the flower and picks it up, then looks up at the headstone and smiles. ''I love you, Carrie.'' Patrick says, and he touches the headstone and leaves. 

July 16, 2001 -- early evening. Eve's doorbell rings, and she gets up to answer it. ''Hi.'' Patrick says as she opens the door. 

''Hi.'' Eve whispers. 

''Can I come in?'' Patrick asks. 

''I guess.'' Eve tells him, and she lets him in. 

''Are you mad at me?'' Patrick asks. 

''No.'' Eve tells him unconvincingly. ''How was your trip?'' 

''It was -- good.'' Patrick replies. ''Eve -- let's sit down, okay.'' They sit down on the couch, and Patrick takes Eve's hand. ''I need to -- talk to you about something.'' 

''I already know what you're gonna say, Patrick.'' Eve tells him. ''And it's okay. If you don't want to see me anymore -- it's okay, I understand.'' 

''Don't want to see you? Is that what you think?'' Patrick asks, stunned. 

''I knew it would be hard for you to get past -- my past.'' Eve tells. ''And I know that your wife -'' 

''Eve -- I think you've got the wrong idea.'' Patrick says. ''I -- I went to see Carrie yesterday. Her gravesite, I mean. I hadn't been there since -- it's been a long time. You were right, you know. About me not being able to let go of her.'' 

''Patrick, it's okay, I understand -- you don't have to --'' 

''No, you don't understand, Eve. Let me finish. When Carrie and I first started dating, she -- she told me how the first time she did a play, when she was just a little girl, just before her first performance, the lead in the play gave her a pink carnation out of a bouquet she had received. She told her it was for good luck. So I kind of started this tradition. Every time she opened a new show, I would send her a bouquet of pink carnations on opening night -- for good luck. Yesterday, at the gravesite -- I told Carrie about you. And how I -- I wished there was some way for me to know if -- if this was okay with her. And then -- all of a sudden, out of nowhere, this -- it just got really windy, and -- this flower blew into the air and landed in front of me. It was a -- a pink carnation. Just like the ones I had given her.'' 

''Oh, Patrick.'' 

''So now I know that -- that it's okay.'' Patrick tells her, as tears start to form in Eve's eyes. ''I love you, Eve.'' he whispers. 

''I love you, too.'' Eve replies. Patrick grabs her tightly and kisses her long and hard on the lips. He then begins to kiss her on the neck, as Eve begins to unbutton his shirt. ''Are you sure this is what you want?'' Eve asks, as Patrick continues to kiss her. 

''Positive.'' Patrick replies. He takes Eve's hand and leads her into the bedroom. She sits down on the bed and pulls Patrick toward her, kissing him the entire time as he removes his shirt. ''God, I love you so much, Eve.'' he tells her, as they fall onto the bed together . . . . . 

You remind me, I live in a shell 
Safe from the past 
And doing okay, but not very well 
No jolts, no surprises 
No crisis arises, my life goes along as it should 
It's all very nice 
But not very good 

And I'm ready to take a chance again 
Ready to put my love on the line with you 
Been living with nothing to show for it 
You get what you get when you go for it 
And I'm ready to take a chance again with you 

When she left me, in all my despair 
I just held on, my hopes were all gone 
Then I found you there 

And I'm ready to take a chance again 
Ready to put my love on the line with you 
Been living with nothing to show for it 
You get what you get when you go for it 
And I'm ready to take a chance again with you 

July 17, 2001 -- morning. Eve awakens and rolls over. The other side of the bed is empty. ''Patrick?'' she says sleepily, starting to sit up. 

''Good morning.'' Patrick says, carrying a tray into the room. ''You know, your food supply is pitiful -- we need to do something about that.'' 

''I'm sorry.'' Eve says. ''I eat out a lot.'' 

''Obviously.'' Patrick says, sitting down on the bed and putting the tray between them. ''Well, I managed to scrape something together.'' 

''You didn't have to --'' 

''Yeah I did.'' Patrick says, kissing her on the cheek. ''By the way -- I love you.'' he says, kissing her again. Eve smiles. 

''How many times a day are you gonna tell me that?'' 

''As many as I can.'' he replies. 

''I love you so much.'' Eve says. ''And I'm just so scared that --'' 

''What are you scared of?'' Patrick asks. 

''I've had nothing but relationship disaster after relationship disaster in my life, Patrick -- and I don't want that to happen with us.'' 

''It won't.'' Patrick says. 

''You promise?'' 

''I promise. Things haven't been easy for -- for either of us. But we -- we won't have to worry about that ever again, will we?'' 

''No, we won't.'' Eve tells him, and kisses him on the lips. 

Later that morning, at Chris and Jessie's house, Chris opens the front door, and finds Patrick standing there. ''Jessie's not here, she's at a Nurses conference.'' Chris tells him, and starts to close the door. 

''I'm not here to see Jessie -- I'm here to see you.'' Patrick tells him. 

''About what?'' Chris asks, reluctantly letting Patrick in. 

''I have something for you.'' Patrick says, and he hands Chris a small jewelry box. 

''No offense, Reardon, but you're not my type.'' Chris remarks. 

''Just open it.'' Patrick says. Chris somewhat reluctantly opens the box, and looks stunned. 

''My -- my grandmother's engagement ring. How did you --'' 

''After you told me the story, I did a lot of checking pawn shops in the area you were in on the internet -- took me awhile, but I was able to track this ring down. That's one of the reasons I was out of town. I know it can never make up for what you and your -- our family went through, but I'm hoping it'll be a start. I never should have walked away like that. No matter how unimpressed I was with Henry Ramsey -- you were just kids, and you didn't choose the way you were living. I could have helped -- and I'm sorry I didn't.'' Patrick tells him. Chris continues to look stunned. 

''You -- you tracked this down for me? It must have cost you --'' 

''That doesn't matter.'' Patrick says. ''By the way -- thank you for -- what you said the other day. You were right.'' 

''I was?'' 

''Yeah. Now let me give you some advice. Now that you've got that ring -- I think you know what you need to do with it. I'll see you at work.'' Patrick says, and he leaves. Chris continues to stare at the ring, and a few minutes later the phone rings. 

''Hello?'' Chris says, answering the phone. ''Hey, honey. Tonight at 6:30, yeah I'll be there. Jess -- do you think maybe we could -- go somewhere next week? Yeah, I know, but that was work-related. I'll get you the time off -- besides, I'm due a vacation. And I want to do something -- special for your birthday. Okay -- I'll see you tonight. I love you, too.'' Chris says, and hangs up the phone, still looking at the ring. 

Eve enters the lab later that afternoon. ''I need these tests results within an hour, do you think you can get it done?'' Eve asks the tech. 

''I'll do my best.'' the tech replies. 

''Thanks.'' Eve says. ''Is Dr. Reardon in?'' 

''Yeah, he's in his office.'' the tech tells her. Eve goes to the other end of the lab, and enters Patrick's office. She sees Patrick crawling under his desk, picking up papers. 

''Hey.'' she says, bending down next to him. Patrick jumps, and bumps his head on the bottom of the desk. 

''OW!'' he cries out. 

''Oh, I'm sorry honey.'' Eve says, moving close to him. ''Are you okay?'' 

''Fine.'' Patrick says, rubbing his head. 

''What are you doing?'' 

''I dropped a bunch of my notes -- either I'm a total klutz, or I'm just -- too distracted today.'' Patrick says, giving her a kiss. 

''Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but -- we're really busy in the ER today. I'm afraid I'm gonna be stuck here all night.'' 

''All night?'' 

''Yeah. I'm sorry.'' 

''It's okay -- I'll just have to look forward to tomorrow then.'' 

''You know, I'm -- on a break right now.'' Eve says, kissing him on the neck. 

''Eve, there's a tech right outside.'' 

''We can lock the door.'' Eve suggests. 

''Are you serious?'' Patrick asks. 

''Mmm, hmm.'' Eve says, as the two of them sit on the floor by Patrick's desk locked in a kiss. After a moment, the door opens. 

''Excuse me.'' Kevin says. Patrick and Eve stop and look up, extremely embarrassed. 

''Kevin.'' Eve says. 

''Eve. Dr. Reardon. I'm sorry to interrupt.'' Kevin says, equally embarrassed. 

''What do you want?'' Patrick asks in a disgusted tone. 

''I need to talk to you.'' Kevin tells him. 

''I'm busy.'' Patrick says. 

''I really have to get back to work -- I'll see you tomorrow, okay?'' Eve says to Patrick. 

''Okay. Bye.'' Patrick says, as he stands up and gives Eve a quick kiss and she leaves. 

''So -- you and Eve are pretty serious, huh?'' Kevin asks. 

''That's none of your business.'' Patrick says, trying to organize the files that he had dropped. 

''Look -- I wanted to talk to you about --'' 

''I don't have anything to talk to you about. Now get out of my office.'' Patrick says. 

''It's about your research. I assume your testing is going well.'' 

''Yes it is. Now if you'll excuse me --'' 

''Dr. Reardon -- I really do need your help. And I'm willing to do it on -- on your terms.'' Kevin tells him. 

''Forget it.'' Patrick says. 

''I know I -- haven't exactly given you reason to trust me --'' 

''I have plenty of patients participating in my study now -- thanks but no thanks.'' Patrick says. 

''Dr. Reardon, please -- don't make me beg.'' 

''Look -- I don't know that I trust you, Collins. There's something suspicious about all of this. And I'm not sure I want to be a part of it.'' 

''I'll pay you -- whatever you want.'' 

''You must have mistaken me for my brother -- I can't be bought.'' Patrick tells him. 

''Your brother? Who's your brother?'' 

''Chris Ramsey.'' Kevin gets a look of surprise on his face. 

''You're Chris' brother?'' 

''Yeah. We kind of just discovered our relationship by accident. Now I really do have a lot of work to get done.'' Patrick sits down and starts to look through his notes. Kevin pulls the notes away from him. 

''I need your help. And I'm not leaving until I get it.'' 

''Do I need to call security?'' 

''Please. Dr. Reardon -- I'm desperate.'' Patrick slams down his notes. 

''You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?'' 

''No, I'm not.'' Kevin tells him. 

''Alright, fine. Where is this patient of yours?'' 

''In an facility further upstate. Are you busy this evening?'' Kevin asks. 

''No, I'm not.'' 

''Well, then -- how about we -- take a ride up there?'' Patrick sighs. 

''Give me thirty minutes, I'll meet you in the lobby.'' 

''Thank you.'' Kevin tells him, and leaves. 

''Where did you find this place, it's in the middle of nothing.'' Patrick comments as they walk down the hall. 

''That's the idea.'' Kevin says, and they get to the room. ''He's in here.'' Kevin opens the door, and he and Patrick enter. ''Dr. Patrick Reardon -- I'd like you to meet my brother -- Greg Cooper.'' Kevin says, as Patrick gets a look of shock on his face . . . . . .