''This -- this can't be.'' Patrick says, staring at Greg. ''You said he was dead. I was there that night -- you killed him, you said he was dead.'' 

''I know.'' Kevin says. ''I had to -- it was the only way to protect him. And now we need your help.'' 

''No way.'' Patrick says, and he bolts out of the room. Kevin follows him, catches up with him and grabs his arm. 

''Where are you going?'' Kevin asks. 

''I'm calling the police!'' 

''Like hell you are!'' Kevin tells him. 

''That -- that -- MAN in there is a serial killer! Do you know what would happen if people found out he was being hidden here!'' 

''Of course I do!'' 

''He kidnaped you! He terrorized your cousin! My brother almost DIED because of him! And you want me to HELP him? No way. If you think I'm gonna help him, you're as crazy as he is.'' Patrick tells him. 

''I know what I'm asking is a little extreme --'' Kevin begins. 

''A little? We're talking FELONY here! Aiding and abetting -- sorry, I don't want any part of this.'' 

''Dr. Reardon -- give me a chance to explain -- please.'' 

''There's nothing to explain -- and I'm leaving.'' Patrick storms down the hall, and Kevin races behind him and grabs him forcefully. 

''I can't let you do that!'' Kevin tells him, grabbing Patrick in a chokehold and shoving him into a conference room. 

''Give me one good reason I shouldn't have you arrested for ASSAULT on top of everything else! All of this to save that maniac?!'' 

''That 'maniac' is my brother!'' 

''And I can see where it runs in the family.'' 

''Dr. Reardon -- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get that aggressive, I just -- I didn't know what else to do. I need your help, and I'm desperate. The future of my entire family may very well depend on your research.'' 

''I told you -- I'm not interested.'' Patrick tells him. 

''Dr. Reardon -- I have two children. And I just recently found out that Greg Cooper is -- my brother. My mother was extremely mentally unstable. My twin, Ryan -- well, I think you know what he's done from the newspaper articles alone. My father suffers from a chemical imbalance that causes him to be practically catatonic if he's not on his medications. And I -- I have my own history of mental instability, which I struggled to overcome. And I'm afraid that someday -- my children will --'' 

''Oh my god. You want me to use your brother as some sort of guinea pig! That's it, isn't it?'' 

''It's not like that. Greg is willing to undergo whatever protocol your treatment requires. If you could help him --'' 

''The patients in my test program are NOT suffering from such severe psychosis! He's not a viable candidate for my treatment.'' Patrick tells him. 

''You don't know that. You haven't even examined him.'' Kevin says. 

''And I don't intend to. I can't help your brother, Dr. Collins -- I don't think anyone can. I'm sorry.'' Patrick says, and he starts to leave. 

''Then let ME be your test patient.'' Kevin suggests. Patrick turns around. 

''Excuse me?'' Patrick asks. 

''I want to volunteer for your drug test, Dr. Reardon.'' 

''You're serious, aren't you?'' 

''If it means possibly helping the future of my children -- then yes, I am.'' Kevin states. 

''You're not suffering from any form of psychosis right now.'' 

''But I did before. Dr. Reardon -- I need to do this. I need to find some way to know if this drug could help my family.'' 

''I can't take you as a patient, Dr. Collins -- it's not possible.'' 

''Dr. Reardon -- I've done extensive research on mental illness and a genetic connection. And I think that if you and I were to team up -- we could find some sort of genetic link that could someday prevent millions of people from ever having to suffer the way my family has. I'm willing to let you do genetic testing on myself, my brother -- and even my children.'' 

''Does your wife know about this?'' 

''Lucy doesn't need to know. I'm their father -- and all I'd need to do is get a blood sample from each of them, and --'' 

''This is INSANE! Do you have ANY idea what you're asking me to do? To put my whole career, my whole future on the line for you and your family?'' 

''I know what I'm asking. And I wouldn't if I had another way to do this -- but I don't. This facility is very discreet -- no one will ever know what you're doing.'' 

''It's ILLEGAL, Dr. Collins. I can't take that risk.'' Patrick starts to leave. 

''I know you've done it before.'' Kevin says. ''I've done my homework on you, Dr. Reardon.'' 

''What are you talking about?'' 

''Your wife was dying -- and you administered an untested, unapproved, unfunded drug to her. And she died.'' 

''My wife died of cancer.'' Patrick says. 

''The drug you used --'' 

''That drug made her LIVE for three more months -- and it saved HUNDREDS of lives in its final, approved form. It's still saving lives today!'' Patrick shouts. 

''That doesn't change the fact that what you initially did was ILLEGAL, Dr. Reardon! And that you were initially brought up on charges by the hospital you worked at.'' 

''She was my WIFE! I was NOT going to sit around and wait for some paper-pushing moron to tell me it was okay for me to administer a drug that I knew could only HELP her -- and it did. It bought her more TIME! Time she never would have had if I hadn't done it! And those charges were dropped!'' 

''Then you understand what I'm going through. How you need to do whatever it takes to protect your family. That's all I'm doing, Dr. Reardon. But I need your help -- please.'' Patrick sighs in disgust. 

''I refuse to take any responsibility for anything that goes wrong -- is that clear?'' 

''I'll take full responsibility -- as long as you try and help my brother, and not tell anyone about him. Now -- do you want to examine him?'' Patrick angrily grabs his medical bag, and leaves the room with Kevin, glaring at him the entire time. 

July 18, 2001 -- morning. Patrick uses the key Eve gave him, and enters her apartment. He goes into Eve's bedroom, where she is asleep. Patrick climbs into bed with her, holding her tightly. ''Mmmm . . . . . what are you doing here?'' Eve asks sleepily. 

''I ended up -- getting stuck working all night, too. So I thought I'd come over to be with you.'' Patrick whispers. 

''You must be as exhausted as I am.'' Eve says, rolling over and resting her head on his chest. 

''Yeah -- I hope you don't mind me sneaking in here -- I just really needed to be with you right now.'' 

''Is something wrong?'' Eve asks. 

''No, I just -- I just love you, that's all.'' 

''I love you, too.'' Eve says, and she closes her eyes and drifts back off to sleep. Patrick sighs as he holds Eve close and stares at the ceiling, trying to put that night's events out of his mind for awhile. 

July 23, 2001 -- early evening. The doorbell rings at the Lighthouse -- Lucy goes to answer it. ''Hey, come on in.'' Lucy tells Jessie, and lets her in the house. 

''You sure you don't mind me borrowing your stuff like this?'' Jessie asks. 

''Of course not! Come on, let's go upstairs. I bet we'll find something wonderful for you to wear.'' The two women go upstairs into the bedroom. 

''It's just that Chris --- well, I know he really doesn't think that my wardrobe is all that great, it's too retro for his tastes. And I want to look really nice for this trip. I don't want to spend the money on clothes I'll probably never wear again, and I figure you have enough clothes for an army, so --'' 

''I know, Doc always says he's tempted just to add on a new wing the house that'll be strictly closet space! Here -- try this dress on, you'll look fabulous in it!'' Lucy says, handing her a purple dress. 

''Purple? I don't think that's my color.'' Jessie says. 

''Oh, of course it is, just go try it on!'' Lucy insists, and Jessie goes into the other room. ''Jessie -- can I ask you something?'' 

''Sure, what?'' Jessie says from the other room. 

''Does Kevin seem --- I don't know, strange to you lately?'' 

''I can't say -- Kevin hasn't been talking to me much lately -- he really doesn't like Chris, and I don't want to hear his lectures, so he's just been ignoring me altogether. It's kind of irritating me, to be honest.'' 

''I don't think it's just that -- Kevin has been really distant with me lately. And he's -- he's always working late, and he seems so -- secretive about things. Jessie, do you think -- do you think Kevin is -- you know --'' 

''Lucy! Kevin would never do that to you!'' Jessie says, coming out into the room. 

''I didn't think so either, but -- Jessie, he never wants to -- the last couple of weeks, he's -- not even interested. Kevin's never NOT been interested!'' 

''Have you asked him about it?'' 

''Like he would tell me if that were the case!'' 

''Lucy -- has Kevin ever given you a reason NOT to trust you?'' 

''Well, not really, but -- something is up with him, Jessie, I just know it.'' 

''I'm sure whatever is going on with him, it has nothing to do with another woman. Come on, Kevin can barely keep up with YOU -- how on earth could he manage making time for someone else?'' 

''Well, that is true.'' Lucy says. 

''Tell you what -- when I get back from New York, I'll have a talk with Kevin myself if you haven't resolved this -- whatever it is. I don't know how much good it'll do, but I'll try. But I want you to talk to him first. Okay?'' 

''I guess I just needed someone else to tell me that.'' 

''Good.'' Jessie says. ''Well, you were right about this dress -- I love it. Thanks so much.'' 

''I hope you and Chris have a good time.'' Lucy says. 

''We will -- talk to Kevin, okay? I'll see you when I get home.'' 

''Ta!'' Lucy says, as Jessie leaves. ''Jessie's probably right -- all we need to do is talk about this, and everything will be okay.'' Lucy says to herself. ''I hope.'' 

July 25, 2001 -- morning. Kevin enters Patrick's office. ''Have you got Greg's test results?'' he asks. 

''No -- I told you I'd call you when I did.'' Patrick says, trying to ignore him. 

''I'm going to see him tonight -- I was hoping you'd come with me, and --'' 

''I have plans tonight with Eve.'' 

''I thought maybe you should see him for yourself, and ---'' 

''Listen -- I am NOT dropping my entire life to babysit your brother. The fact that I'm even doing this in the first place should be enough for you. So you'll just have to adjust to MY schedule. Got it?'' Patrick says angrily. 

Kevin hands Patrick some paperwork. ''I want you to do go over these DNA results -- these are the test results for myself and Greg. This is more your field, so -- maybe if you can locate some kind of genetic link that's similar, that shows a predisposition to this sort of -- problem. And as soon as I can get the twin in here to --'' Patrick turns around. 

''I can't believe that you're going behind your wife's back to do this! What would she say if she knew what you were up to?'' 

''She doesn't -- and as far as I'm concerned, she never will.'' Kevin tells him. 

''I would never go behind my wife's back like this.'' Patrick comments. 

''I'm doing it to protect my family.'' 

''Then TELL her! She has a right to know about this!'' 

''Lucy can't handle this right now -- do you know what that woman has BEEN through in the past year! My twin brother tormented me, made me think I was having a breakdown, kidnaped me, took my place in my life for MONTHS, kidnaped our daughter, and almost killed her and my cousin. And you want me to burden her with THIS?!'' 

''Do you ever intend on telling her?'' 

''I don't know.'' Kevin replies. ''I guess it all depends on the outcome of the drug protocol on Greg, and the DNA tests.'' Kevin pauses for a moment. ''I need this week's dosage for Greg -- do you have it?'' Patrick sighs, and goes into his cabinet. He takes out a bottle and hands it to Kevin. 

''Here -- make sure he strictly follows the dosage given. I'll get out there tomorrow to do my own exam -- I should have more news for you then.'' 

''What about the DNA testing?'' Patrick doesn't say a word. ''I need to know if my children are genetically predisposed to ---'' 

''To what? Becoming serial killers?'' 

''To any kind of mental imbalance. I've studied the research on this subject, Patrick -- I know what their odds are. And if this drug works -- if it gets approved -- maybe we can prevent that from ever happening.'' 

''I have a real problem with doing this without your wife's permission.'' 

''If Lucy knew the whole story, I know she'd want me to do this. But I just can't TELL her right now -- I can't do that to her. It's too soon after everything has happened.'' 

''I'll look over your tests and get back to you. I won't even consider testing your children until then. Is that clear?'' 

''Fine.'' Kevin says. ''I'll talk to you tomorrow then.'' Kevin leaves. Patrick paces for a moment, then slams the paperwork Kevin gave him down on the desk in disgust. 
 
 

That same evening, in New York City, Chris and Jessie are in a cab on their way to wherever Jessie wants to go . . . . 

Chris has his arms tightly wrapped around Jessie. ''Hey, are you going to tell me where we're going tonight, or is this gonna be another one of your 'infamous' surprises?'' Chris asks. 

''Hey, you said that we could go *anywhere* I wanted tonight! So whatever I decide, you'll just have to live with it!'' Jessie replies. 

''Why do I have a feeling that I'm not going to enjoy this?'' Chris asks. 

''Aw come on, honey -- would I ever drag you off to some place that you'd hate?'' Jessie asks, smiling. 

''Would like a *list* of how many times it's happened?'' Chris asks. ''I don't know how on earth you talk me into half of the stuff that we end up doing -- I swear, if I keep hanging around you I'll have a full head of grey hair before I hit 35!'' 

Jessie kisses him on the cheek. ''Aw, come on -- you love it and you know it.'' Jessie looks at the driver. ''This is it -- you can let us out here.'' 

Chris and Jessie get out of the cab. Chris looks at the nightclub marquee, then looks back at Jessie. ''THIS is where we're going? A club called 'The Forbidden Zone'? Are you crazy?'' 

''Aw, it'll be fun, baby!'' Jessie says, dragging him away from the curb. 

''For who? Jessie, come on -- you know I hate stuff like this. Can't we do something else?'' Chris whines. ''Look, why don't we just go back to the hotel, and . . .'' Chris whispers something into her ear. 

Jessie laughs. ''We already did that this morning -- you're SO bad!'' 

''Yeah, but you can never get too much of a good thing.'' Chris says, grinning. ''Come on -- anything but this.'' 

''Chris, this is *my* birthday and this is what I want to do! You said you'd do whatever I wanted to. Well -- this is it. Now let's go.'' Jessie drags Chris inside the club. When they get in, Chris looks around nervously -- it's an alternative nightclub. He looks down at what he's wearing -- a semi-conservative shirt and a tie. ‘A perfectly good choice for a night out on the town in New York City.' he thinks to himself. ‘UNLESS Jessica Collins happens to be making the plans for the evening. *Great* -- now I'll stick out like a sore thumb. As if I wouldn't no matter what I was wearing in this place -- half the people in there have at least one thing on their body pierced.' And he was pretty sure the other half did too -- somewhere -- though he had absolutely NO desire to find out. And the music the band was playing -- he hears enough of this at home. Not exactly his style. Not even close. Not even on the same *planet*. 'Could things *possibly* be any worse than this?' 

''Oh my God!'' Jessie says, looking up, as they're looking for a table. 

''Yeah, I was thinking the exact same thing.'' Chris says. 

''Oh be quiet.'' Jessie says, hitting him softly in the arm. ''That's Adam -- we were in a band together in San Francisco for YEARS.'' 

''THIS is the type of stuff you did with your band?'' Chris asks. ''You've always done folk at the coffeehouses in Port Charles.'' 

''Yeah, well I used to do this too. Are you surprised?'' Jessie asks. 

''Unfortunately, no.'' Chris replies. 

''I just can't believe it -- I had no idea Adam would be playing tonight!'' 

''Yeah, and just *how* well did you know this Adam guy?'' Chris asks. 

''Oh, we were music partners -- and we lived together for a few years, while I was going to school.'' Jessie replies. 

'Yeah, it *could* get worse,' Chris thinks to himself. 'And it just did.' 

Chris and Jessie sit down at a table. A waitress comes over. ''What can I get you to drink?'' she asks. 

''The strongest thing you have,'' Chris replies. ''And make it a double.''

''Chris!'' Jessie shouts, glaring at him. 

''Hey, I said I'd do whatever you wanted to tonight. But if this is what that has to be, at least let me get trashed so that I can *somewhat* enjoy it!'' Chris tells her. ''Besides, tomorrow is your actual birthday -- I promise I'll stay completely sober tomorrow night.'' 

''Honestly, why do I even put up with you!'' Jessie says. ''I'll have a screwdriver,'' she tells the waitress. ''Oh, and can you tell Adam up there in the band that Jessie Collins is out here. I'm an old friend of his.'' 

''I'll get him the message.'' the waitress says, and leaves. 

''You just *had* to do that, didn't you?'' Chris asks. ''Look, my idea of a fun evening is NOT spending it in the nightclub from hell, listening to music that I find annoying, and meeting *your* old boyfriends.'' 

Jessie starts laughing, moves her chair closer to Chris and puts her arms around him. ''You have nothing to worry about baby -- trust me.'' She kisses him on the cheek. After the band finishes their set, Adam approaches the table. 

''Jessie! Oh my God, I can't believe it! What the hell are you doing here?'' he asks. She gets up and gives him a big hug and a kiss. Chris rolls his eyes, and downs most of his drink in one gulp. 

''I'm here for the weekend -- my boyfriend brought me here for my birthday.'' Adam sits down at the table with them. ''Adam, this is Chris Ramsey -- Chris, this is Adam Jordan.'' 

''Nice to meet you.'' Adam says, shaking hands with Chris. ''Although I have to admit I'm a bit surprised -- no offense but, judging by the looks of you, you really don't seem like Jessie's ‘type'.'' 

Chris just glares at Jessie, not saying a word. ''Since when do I have a ‘type'?'' she asks. 

''Well, that's true.'' Adam replies. ''So -- what's been going on with you? I've tried getting in touch with you for awhile now -- you're impossible to track down.'' 

''Well, if you'd check your E-mail more often you'd know that I moved to Port Charles almost a year ago. I got a job at a hospital there.'' 

''Port Charles? Really? What made you move there?'' Adam asks. 

''Well, the only family I have left lives there -- I wanted to spend some time being close to them. Good thing I did -- otherwise I'd have never met Chris.'' She looks up at Chris and kisses him. 

''How did you two meet -- you hanging out at GOP rallies now, Jessie?'' 

''Very funny Adam -- Chris is actually *Doctor* Chris Ramsey -- he works at the hospital with me. He's a brilliant surgeon -- one of the best I've worked with. And he's good at a lot of other things too.'' Jessie says, smiling, and snuggling up closer to him. Chris glares at her, and finishes off his drink very quickly. 

One of the sound men comes over to Adam to talk to him. ''Hey, I need to take care of something -- I'll be right back, okay?'' he says. 

''Take your time.'' Jessie replies. She turns to Chris. ''Why are being so quiet?'' she asks. 

''What the hell am I supposed to talk about with this guy? Compare notes with him about our experiences with you? No thanks!'' The waitress comes back over. ''Hey, give me another one of these will you -- and quickly!'' 

Jessie just starts laughing. ''You think Adam and I were involved?'' she asks. 

''Well, you said you lived with him for a few years. What was I *supposed* to think?'' 

Adam comes back over to the table. ''Sorry about that -- had to take care of an equipment problem.'' 

''Adam, you've GOT to hear this -- Chris thinks that you and I were lovers.'' Adam and Jessie both bust out laughing -- Chris looks like he just want to crawl into the nearest corner and die of embarrassment. 

''LOVERS? Us? That's a good one!'' They both continue laughing. 

Jessie looks at Chris, who is anything but amused. ''Honey -- Adam is gay.'' Chris looks up at her, *very* surprised. 

''You're gay?'' Chris asks Adam. ''Oh. Not that there's anything thing wrong with that. I just assumed that --'' 

''Hey, it's no problem -- you're not the first one that's said this about Jessie and I. Besides, if I ever did decide to become straight, Jessie would certainly be the one who could convince me! She's one heck of a great lady!'' 

''Oh, you don't have to tell me that.'' Chris says. 

''By the way Jess -- did you see who's playing drums for me now?'' Adam asked. 

''No I didn't -- wait. It's not Leslie, is it?'' 

''The one and only. I told him you were here -- I'm sure he'll come over to talk to you.'' 

''Oh my God, I haven't seen Leslie in *years*! I thought you two had too many creative differences to work together.'' Jessie says. 

''Yeah, well we worked them out.'' Adam says. 

''Who's Leslie?'' Chris asks. 

''He's an old boyfriend of mine,'' she quickly replies, then turns to Adam. ''So -- how has the career been going?'' 

''We've been playing here in New York a lot -- we're probably gonna stick around this area for awhile.'' 

''You went out with a guy named *Leslie*?'' Chris asks her, somewhat laughing. ''Oh I can't *wait* to meet this guy. This oughta be real interesting.'' 

''Oh, him and Jessie were together for YEARS.'' Adam says. ''I totally expected them to get married. Didn't you say that he was the best you'd ever been with?'' 

''Oh God yes, he was just amazing.'' she remembers fondly, then looks at Chris who is not looking happy. 

''Excuse me -- what the hell am I then?'' Chris asks. 

''Okay, he was the best UNTIL I met you -- is that better, sweetie?'' Jessie asks. 

''No, cause you didn't mean it.'' Chris replies. ''Now come on -- what could this guy *possibly* have that I don't?'' Just then a voice from behind chimes in. 

''Jessie -- fancy meeting you here!'' Chris and Jessie turn around to see an extremely handsome man, tall and well built, with long brown hair and deep brown eyes. He looked like something straight off of the cover of a romance novel. 

''Leslie! Look at you -- you haven't changed a bit!'' Jessie says, jumping up and hugging him. 

''Wow. You're still as beautiful as ever.'' Leslie says, sitting down. ''What brings you to New York?'' he asks. 

''Oh, I'm just here for a weekend getaway.'' Jessie replies. ''So, when did you guys move out here anyway?'' 

''About six months ago. It's a big difference from San Francisco, but we wanted a change of scene. So, do you live around here now?'' Leslie asks. 

''In Port Charles -- that's just a few hours away. Good to know you guys are here, I just may have to come out here more often now.'' Jessie says. Chris silently watches the entire exchange, clearly not amused, and finishes off another drink. 

''Hey, you doing anything later tonight? I'd love to get together with you and reminisce. We only have one more set to play -- what do you say?'' he asks. Chris puts his arms around Jessie. 

''Well gee, sorry to disappoint you *Leslie*, but the lady is already spoken for tonight. Isn't that right, baby?'' Chris says, and he kisses her. Jessie elbows him in the chest, somewhat frustrated at his jealousy. 

''Sorry Les -- but he's right, I'm spoken for. But it was really good seeing you again.'' 

''You too.'' Leslie replies. He turns to Chris. ''I hope you realize what a good thing you have here.'' he says, and walks away. Chris glares at him. 

Jessie turns to Chris. ''Would you stop letting your jealousy be so blatantly obvious, and while you're at it lay off the drinks -- you've already had more than enough. You're starting to get too cocky for your own good. You're bad enough as it is when you're sober!'' she says. 

''Hey, I'm not jealous -- I just don't want any of your ex-whatevers to think that they can move in on my territory.'' 

''Your *territory*? I am NOBODY's territory, pal!'' 

''Oh I beg to differ,'' Chris says, wrapping his arms tightly around her, ''You are MINE Jessica Collins, and don't you *ever* forget it! And I want to make sure that *Leslie* and every other man in this room knows about it!'' Chris pulls her into an extremely intense kiss. 

''Boy, this jealousy sure brings out the animal in you, doesn't it? Maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all.'' Jessie says, smiling. 

Adam laughs. ''You still have the same effect on men that you always did.'' he says. ''It's good to see that some things never change. You know, this girl has always had more men eyeing her than --'' 

''Shut up!'' Jessie interrupts. ''Chris doesn't need to hear about my wild past.'' 

''Oh, Chris would *love* to hear all about this.'' Chris replies. ''Just as long as I know that *none* of them could hold a candle to me, of course!'' 

''You know, maybe I *should* have Adam tell you a few stories -- it might just knock that ego of yours down a notch or two.'' 

''Well, I'd love to, but it looks like we need to get back on stage in a bit here. Hey Jessie -- how about coming up and doing a few songs with us?'' Adam asks. 

''Oh, I don't know Adam -- it's been awhile since I've done that type of music. And besides, I don't want to just toss your new singer aside.'' 

''Oh, Tanya won't mind -- come on, it'll be fun. We still know a lot of the stuff that you used to sing with us.'' 

Jessie looks at Chris. ''What do you think, honey? I mean, I don't want to embarrass you or anything.'' 

''Now how on earth could you embarrass me? I love watching you perform.'' Chris replies. 

''Yeah, but you've only seen me in coffee houses -- this is VERY different. So if you don't want me to do it, I won't.'' 

''And miss out on such a great opportunity? I don't think so! You go ahead and sing with them. Just stay away from the drummer.'' Chris says, grinning. 

''You're sure? And you won't be embarrassed?'' Jessie asks. 

''Why would I be -- wait, don't answer that.'' Chris pauses for a moment. ''Go on up there and sing before I change my mind.'' Chris kisses her. 

Extremely excited, Jessie goes to the stage with Adam, and they begin to go over the song list, while Chris watches in the audience. Adam takes the microphone. 

''Hey everyone, I've got a special guest here tonight. And old friend of mine, and the former lead singer in a previous incarnation is here, and I've asked her to join us on stage for awhile. So please give a warm welcome to miss Jessica Collins!'' 

Jessie takes the center stage, and begins to sing . . . . 

I love myself, I want you to love me 
When I feel down, I want you above me 
I search myself, I want you to find me 
I forget myself, I want you to remind me 

I don't want anybody else 
When I think about you, I touch myself 
Oh, I don't want anybody else oh no, oh no, oh no 

Chris sits out in the audience, and his jaw about dropped to the floor, not sure if he should be enjoying this or deeply embarrassed -- but he did know that he was going to completely ignore Jessie's request to cut off the drinks for the evening -- that was a bit too much to ask under the given circumstances, as Jessie continued singing . . . 

You're the one who makes me come running 
You're the sun that makes me shine 
When you're around I'm always laughing 
I want to make you mine

I close my eyes and see you before me 
Think I would die if you were to ignore me 
A fool could see just how much I adore you 
I'd get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you . . . . . . 

That same evening, Kevin arrives home late. He enters the Lighthouse, and finds the room dimly lit with candles. Lucy is sitting on the sofa, wearing a long blue negligee. ''Hi Doc.'' Lucy whispers seductively. 
''What are you doing still up?'' Kevin asks. 

''Waiting for you.'' Lucy says. She gets up and walks up to Kevin, and wraps her arms around him, starting to unbutton his shirt. ''I've missed you.'' she whispers. 

''Lucy -- I'm exhausted. I know you obviously went to a lot of trouble here, but -- I'm just not in the mood.'' Kevin says, pushing her away. 

''Doc, you've been working late so much -- and you're always so distracted, and -- are you -- oh, I can't ask you this.'' 

''Ask me what?'' 

''Are you -- I mean, is there another --'' 

''Lucy! Is that what you think? That I'm seeing some other woman?!'' 

''Well -- you come home late, and you're never in the mood anymore, and --'' 

''This is ridiculous! Lucy, how in the hell could I keep up with some other woman? I can barely keep up with YOU, for god's sake!'' 

''That's exactly what Jessie said -- but you have to admit --'' 

''Lucy -- come on, let's sit down.'' Kevin says, and he leads her to the couch. ''I guess I need to -- explain some things.'' 

''Okay.'' Lucy says, not sure she wants to hear what he has to say. 

''I have a patient, that's very -- I really can't discuss all the details of this case. This patient is -- somewhat well known.'' 

''You mean -- like a celebrity? Is it an actor?'' 

''No, not like that.'' Kevin says. 

''Someone in political office. Is it the mayor's wife? You know, I've heard about her, and --'' 

''Lucy -- you know I can't tell you anything about my patients. Anyway, this -- person -- they need my help. Desperately. I'm trying a new drug protocol on them, and -- I need to monitor them very closely. The facility is a ways out of town -- and I need to be there frequently. I should have told you sooner, I know, but -- you know how I hate to bring my work home with me. The reason I'm so worn out is I've been spending so many extra hours on this case, and --'' 

''Oh, it's okay Doc, I understand now. And you are so very, very sweet for helping this person, but -- well, I kinda want my time with you, too, and --'' 

''I know, Lucy. And I promise -- things are improving. I won't have to do this much longer -- okay?'' 

''Okay.'' Lucy says. ''But can you just give me a teeny, tiny hint about who --'' 

''Lucy. No.'' Kevin says emphatically. ''Promise me you won't do ANY snooping over this.'' 

''But Doc, you know, maybe I could --'' 

''PROMISE me.'' Kevin says, looking her straight in the eye. 

''Oh -- okay.'' Lucy says, giving Kevin a hug -- her fingers crossed behind her back. 

July 26, 2001 -- morning. Jessie walks out of the hotel bathroom wearing a robe, her hair damp, and glances at Chris, lying on the bed, sound asleep. She gets a smirk on her face, then jumps onto the bed. ''Good morning!'' she shouts, right in Chris' ear. 

''Oh, god -- stop it.'' Chris groans, pushing her off of him and rolling over on his back. 

''Isn't it a beautiful day!'' Jessie says, getting up and opening the blinds on the window. 

''Why are you torturing me?'' Chris asks, rolling over on his side again and pulling the blankets over his head. 

''Because you deserve it.'' Jessie replies, climbing back into bed. ''Did you have fun last night?'' she whispers in his ear. 

''Shhhh! Not so loud, please!'' Chris says. ''Isn't just seeing me miserable punishment enough for you?'' 

''Um, let me think about that. Nope!'' Jessie says. ''Now get up -- we've got a lot planned for today.'' 

''Can you get me some coffee first?'' 

''It's MY birthday, and you're the one getting served in bed? What's wrong with this picture?'' 

''I'm sorry, alright. I behaved like an idiot last night.'' 

''Got that right.'' Jessie tells him. ''Do you know how embarrassed I was?'' 

''Oh god, what did I do?'' Chris asks. 

''NOTHING. You just made a total ASS of yourself in front of some very good friends of mine. All over some stupid macho ego thing. Are you really that insecure about our relationship?'' 

''Jessie, I'm really not up for discussing this right now --'' 

''Well, TOUGH! You know, it wouldn't bother me if this was the first time this has happened, but it's NOT! Every time we get into a fight, you stomp off and pout, and end up having a martini pity party!'' 

''I wasn't drinking martinis last night.'' Chris remarks. 

''Don't EVEN try and joke about this! I'm sick and tired of walking on eggshells over your petty little insecurities! First it was Patrick, then it was my family, now it's a boyfriend I broke up with YEARS ago -- is this gonna happen every single time some situation comes along that your enormous ego can't manage to deal with?'' 

''I'm sorry.'' Chris says quietly. 

''Do you think I don't notice the way some of those nurses look at you?'' 

''What do you mean?'' Chris asks nervously. 

''You're young, you're handsome, you're a doctor -- half of them are just waiting for you and I to break it off so that they can make their move!'' 

''Really?'' Chris asks, raising an eyebrow. 

''This ISN'T funny! I have much more of a right to be acting like a jealous idiot than you EVER did -- but I don't. Because I know you would never, EVER hurt me like that. So why can't you believe the same about ME?'' Jessie stomps into the bathroom, very upset. 

''Jess.'' Chris says, getting out of bed. He walks into the bathroom and sees Jessie standing in front of the mirror, crying. ''Hey -- please don't cry.'' he says, putting his arms around her. 

''I just don't know what to do. Why won't you trust me?'' Jessie asks through her tears. 

''I trust you, Jessie.'' 

''No you don't.'' Jessie says, and she pushes him away and goes back into the other room. Chris follows her. ''You're never gonna trust me. And I don't know how we can have a relationship if you don't.'' 

''Jessie -- I love you.'' Chris says, and he kisses her cheek. ''I -- guess I need to stop behaving like an idiot, don't I?'' 

''That would help.'' Jessie says, her crying calming down a bit. 

''Look, I -- I didn't want to do this -- this way, but -- sit down for a minute, okay?'' Jessie sits down on the edge of the bed, and Chris rummages through his suitcase, and finally pulls out a small box. 

''What are you doing?'' 

''I kind of had this planned differently, but --'' Chris gets down on one knee in front of her, and opens up the box. ''Jessica Collins -- will you marry me?'' Jessie brushes away her tears, and starts to laugh a bit. 

''I'm sitting here in my bathrobe, and you're in your underwear with a hangover, proposing to me? That pretty much sums up OUR relationship, doesn't it?'' 

''Nobody ever said we were a conventional couple.'' Chris jokes. ''I planned on doing this later this evening -- I can redo it if you want, tonight -- but after what just happened --- I didn't think I should wait. I behaved like a jerk last night -- and I swear to you, it's the last time I ever will. I love you -- and I don't ever want to hurt you like this again. I don't think I've ever seen you cry before, Jess -- and it kills me to know that it's my fault that you did. I know I'm not a saint -- but I'll be a good husband, Jess. And if we have a family, I'll -- I'll be the best father. You'd be the most important people in my life. And I promise, I won't act like a jealous moron ever again. I swear -- never again. If you'll just give me a chance to --'' 

''Yes.'' Jessie says, interrupting. 

''What?'' 

''Yes -- I'll marry you.'' 

''Oh, baby -- I love you so much.'' Chris says, jumping up and kissing Jessie, pushing her down onto the bed. Jessie kisses him back. They lie in each others arms for a moment, cuddling, until Chris speaks up. ''You know what?'' he says, running his fingers through Jessie's hair. 

''What?'' Jessie asks. 

''I could really use that coffee now -- my head is killing me.'' Jessie can't help but laugh. 

Patrick enters Kevin's office. Kevin looks up from his desk. ''Have you looked over the DNA results?'' 

''Yes I have.'' Patrick tells him. 

''And?'' Patrick sits down. 

''There's a definite -- genetic pattern that -- that could possibly indicate a predisposition -- to mental instability -- in both of your results. The pattern is -- almost identical. And it -- matches the research that's already been done on this subject.'' Kevin leans back in his chair and sighs. 

''So you're saying that I -- could --'' 

''There's no way to know that for sure. Just because you have a genetic predisposition -- that doesn't mean you'll develop any severe psychosis symptoms.'' 

''But I already have. Dr. Reardon -- I had a mental breakdown about five years ago. It was shortly after -- I thought my brother had died.'' 

''And you know very well that -- it may never happen again.'' Patrick tells him. 

''Or it could -- happen again, even worse.'' Kevin pauses for a moment. ''I want you to run that test on my children.'' 

''Kevin -- even if they are genetically predisposed -- they're INFANTS, and there's nothing that can be done that --'' 

''I need to KNOW! Please.'' Kevin tells him. 

''How do you intend to do this without your wife finding out?'' 

''I'll find a way.'' Kevin says. ''Just leave that up to me.'' The two men are silent for a moment. ''Greg is -- improving a great deal. Your drug is obviously having a good effect on him.'' 

''I'm going to see him myself today. But the preliminary reports you gave me look encouraging. I have to admit, I'm surprised.'' 

''Thank you for doing this.'' Kevin says. ''I can't even begin to tell you how important this is to me.'' 

''I'm glad it's helping. But we don't have enough information yet to know the long term effects of the drug. It will take months until we know for sure.'' 

''I know that.'' 

''He's following the exact dosage I prescribed, right?'' 

''Of course.'' 

''Good. This drug is still very experimental -- we still don't know the full effect of any side effects.'' 

''How have your other patients been doing?'' 

''Very well -- but their cases are completely different.'' 

''Patrick -- you do realize that what you have in your hands could -- could possibly revolutionize psychotherapy. It could help millions of people who otherwise could never function in the world to lead happy, productive lives.'' 

''It's still too soon to tell that. And I won't make any presumptions until I see all of the evidence.'' Patrick tells him. ''And you shouldn't either. I know you're concerned about your family, but -- there is still far too much research to do on this drug before we can use it preventively.'' 

''But that IS a possibility.'' 

''Anything is possible. I need to get back to the lab -- I'll let you know what I find out after examining your brother.'' 

''Thank you.'' Kevin says, and Patrick leaves. Kevin picks up the folder Patrick gave him, containing the results of his and Greg's DNA tests, and Patrick's findings. Kevin reads over the notes, and sighs. ''What if it happens again?'' Kevin says to himself. He flashes back to the night on Jasmine Island . . . . when he held Felicia hostage . . . . . 

''I can't take that chance.'' Kevin says to himself. ''I just can't.'' Kevin opens up his desk drawer, and takes out a small bottle of medication -- it contains some of the pills meant for Greg. Kevin opens the bottle, and takes one of them out. He holds it in the palm of his hand for a few minutes, then takes a deep breath and places the pill in his mouth . . . . . . . 
 

The song I used was ''I Touch Myself'' by the DiVinyls

July 28, 2001 -- Jessie walks off the elevator, and steps behind the nurses station. Eve is looking over some files. ''Hey Eve!'' 

''Hi! Hey, I never got to talk to you before you and Chris left -- you won't believe what's been going on with me in the last week.'' 

''What?'' 

Eve smiles. ''Patrick and I -- we're --'' 

''Oh, Eve, that's wonderful!'' Jessie says, giving Eve a hug. ''I'm so happy for you!'' 

''He's such a good man, Jessie -- sometimes I can't believe that -- he's with me. I love him so much. Jessie, I think that -- I mean, I know it hasn't been THAT long, but -- I think he's the one, Jessie. I can just feel it.'' 

''I know what you mean. It didn't take me that long to realize that about Chris. When it's right, you just know it. Speaking of that . . . .'' Jessie dangles her left hand in front of Eve. 

''Oh my GOD! Oh Jessie, you're --'' 

''We're getting MARRIED!'' Jessie says, and the women squeal with delight. 

''Oh, I knew Chris was up to something, but -- so tell me all about it! How did he ask you?'' 

''Let's just say it was -- a ‘unique' experience, and leave it at that. Isn't this a beautiful ring? It belonged to Chris' grandmother.'' 

''It's fantastic. Oh Jessie, I'm so happy for you!'' Eve says. 

''It looks like both of our lives are really taking a turn for the better, huh?'' 

''I guess so.'' Eve replies, just as Patrick steps off the elevator. ''Patrick -- come here, Jessie has some wonderful news! Look!'' Eve shows Patrick Jessie's ring. 

''So he did ask you.'' Patrick says. ''Congratulations!'' 

''You don't seem surprised.'' Jessie comments. 

''Let's just say I kind of suspected. I know you'll be very happy together. Have you set a date yet?'' Patrick asks. 

''Not yet. Hopefully soon -- I don't really want to wait very long.'' Jessie says. 

''Well, I think it's great. I hope you and Chris are very happy.'' Patrick says. ''We're still on for tonight, right?'' he asks Eve. 

''Yeah -- your place, seven o'clock. I'll be there.'' 

''Good. I'll be waiting.'' Patrick says, smiling as he walks down the hall. 

''Wow, he's -- really happy.'' Jessie says. ''Eve, I'm so glad the two of you found each other -- you both deserve it.'' 

''Thanks.'' Eve says. 

''Do I sense that maybe he and Chris are actually being CIVIL to one another?'' Jessie asks. 

''It IS strange, isn't it! Maybe we should be daring and plan an evening out for the four of us.'' 

''I'm not sure I want to rock the boat THAT much just yet -- but this is a good sign. Chris really doesn't have much in the way of family -- I'd really like to see him form a relationship with Patrick.'' 

''So would I. I think they'd be good for each other -- Patrick doesn't have anyone else, either.'' 

''Well, we'll just have to make sure that this happens then, won't we?'' Jessie suggests. 

''Yeah, I guess we will.'' Eve replies, grinning. 

''Hey -- I hear congratulations are in order.'' Patrick says, as he enters the oncall room and sees Chris pouring himself some coffee. 

''Boy, good news travels fast, huh? What did Jessie do, announce it over the PA system?'' 

''Worse -- she told Eve.'' Patrick teases. 

''Oh, well that's great -- now everybody knows.'' 

''What, you don't want people to know that you're getting married to the woman you love?'' 

''Of course I do, I just -- nevermind.'' Chris says, trying to back off the conversation. 

''You didn't tell her, did you?'' Chris doesn't answer. ''Chris -- if you're gonna have a long-lasting, solid relationship, you cannot keep secrets! You have to tell Jessie about --'' 

''I can't tell her, Patrick. Not now -- not ever.'' 

''What happens when she finds --'' 

''She won't find out -- is that clear? Because if she DOES find out -- I'll know how she did.'' 

''Look -- I can TELL that this is eating you up inside. And pretty soon, Jessie's gonna figure it out -- as long as Kim is still working at this hospital, and is friends with Jessie, you're gonna have this hanging over your head. Is that what you want?'' 

''No. But thank you -- I know exactly what I need to do now.'' 

''What are you talking about?'' 

''You're right -- I'm not gonna let one stupid mistake destroy my future -- I'll handle this. MY way.'' Chris leaves. Patrick shakes his head. 

''You'll never learn, will you Chris?'' he says to himself, and sighs. ''Why do I get myself involved in these things?'' Patrick leaves the oncall room. 

Kevin is in his bedroom, getting dressed for work. He looks in the mirror, and suddenly notices that his reflection looks different. He finds himself staring at the face of RYAN. Kevin takes a deep breath and looks away. ''No. You're not here -- not again.'' Kevin says to himself. 

''Doc!'' Lucy shouts from downstairs. ''Can you bring Daniel's bear downstairs, I left it up there.'' 

''Yeah, no problem.'' Kevin shouts back. He goes into the nursery, looking for the bear. Suddenly, he picks up a toy car that's sitting on the dresser and stares at it as he remembers something . . . . . . 

''Ryan, look what father brought me from England! It's the same kind of car that James Bond drives -- isn't it wonderful!'' a young Kevin exclaims, rushing into the room holding a toy car in his hands. ''Father has something for you, too -- go downstairs and see!'' 

''Let me see yours.'' Ryan says, grabbing the toy from him. He sits down on the floor and starts to play furiously with it. 

''Don't, Ryan, you'll break it! It's MINE! Give it back! Father has something for you -- give it BACK!'' Kevin grabs the car and tries to pull it away from Ryan. ''It's MINE!'' Kevin shouts. Kevin forcefully tugs on the toy just as Ryan lets go, and the car slips and slides across the room, crashing into the wall. ''You broke it!'' Kevin says, in tears. 

''Father -- Kevin broke his new toy!'' Ryan shouts in tattling voice, running down the stairs . . . . . 

''You broke it! Damn you!'' Kevin shouts, picking up the toy car from Daniel's dresser and throwing it against the wall. 

''Doc -- what are you doing?'' Lucy asks. 

''Lucy -- I -- I'm sorry. It slipped out of my hands.'' 

''What did?'' Lucy asks, puzzled. 

''Oh, nothing.'' Kevin says, realizing that Lucy didn't see what just happened. 

''I figured you couldn't find the -- oh, there it is.'' Lucy says, finding Daniel's bear and picking it up. ''Do you have time for breakfast?'' 

''No, I -- I really need to get going. I'm sorry.'' 

''That's okay. I'll see you later then. Love you.'' Lucy says, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

''You too.'' Kevin says. Just as he starts to leave the room, a voice begins to taunt him. 

''Your family will be destroyed, just like everything else you loved.'' the voice says. 

''No -- not, this time. Leave me alone.'' Kevin says. 

''You can't have anything good in your life, Kevin. You don't DESERVE it!'' 

''I won't let you do this. Not again!'' Kevin says, and he rushes out of the room. 

''Excuse me -- can I talk to you for a minute?'' Patrick says to Kim as he sees her walking down the hall and taps her on the shoulder. Kim turns around. 

''Dr. Reardon.'' she says, surprised. She tries not to make eye contact with him. Patrick can't help but stare at her. 

''You know -- every time I see you -- I could swear I know you from somewhere.'' 

''I don't think so.'' Kim says. ''You know, I'm really kind of busy, and --'' 

''It'll only take a minute.'' Patrick says. ''Let's go into my office.'' Kim grudgingly goes along. 

''Dr. Reardon -- I have to be in the OR in less than an hour -- Dr. Boardman has a fit when anyone is late, and --'' 

''Don't worry -- you'll be there on time.'' Patrick says. ''I want to talk to you -- about my brother.'' 

''Your -- brother?'' 

''Chris Ramsey.'' 

''Chris is your brother?'' Kim asks, surprised. 

''Well, he doesn't exactly like to advertise it, but yes, he is. And I know about what happened with him.'' 

''I don't know what --'' 

''Don't bother trying to cover it up -- I told you, I know. Chris told me everything. I understand that you've become friends with Jessie.'' 

''I -- like Jessie.'' 

''Why?'' Patrick asks. 

''Excuse me?'' 

''Why did you become friends with her? Is this a real friendship -- or is this just a way to stay close to Chris?'' 

''What exactly are you accusing me of, Dr. Reardon?'' Kim asks, in an angry tone. 

''Nothing -- yet. Just consider this a warning. Jessie and my brother are very much in love -- whatever happened between you and him, that was a mistake. And I think it would probably be for the best if you stay away from both of them. Okay?'' 

''I have NO intention of doing anything to their relationship.'' Kim remarks. 

''Good. Then what I've suggested won't be problem -- right?'' 

''I have work to do -- goodbye, Dr. Reardon.'' Kim replies smugly, then leaves in a huff. 

Later that afternoon, Kim is walking out to the parking lot, and sees Chris waiting for her by her car. Kim rolls her eyes. ''What do you want?'' she asks. 

''What would you say if I told you that I could make you an offer that you just couldn't refuse?'' 

''Like what? I don't take offers from guys who treat me like dirt.'' 

''Even good ones? I have a colleague in a new facility in Phoenix -- we went to med school together. He's in dire need of surgical nurses at his facility. He's willing to pay top dollar, moving costs, and up to 6 months rent on a corporate apartment until you find your own place. Plus -- if you take the offer -- I think I can add a little bonus of my own. How does fifty thousand sound?'' 

''You're trying to run me out of town, aren't you?'' 

''Seventy five -- final offer.'' 

''You doctors are all alike -- you take a girl out, make her feel like she's special, use her for what YOU want and then all of a sudden you don't want us around anymore once you've had YOUR fun!'' 

''We had one night -- one lousy night that was so 'wonderful' I can't even remember it! And frankly, I don't WANT to remember it. I love Jessie -- and as long as you're around, our relationship is in trouble.'' 

''You should have thought of that sooner. Tell your friend thanks but no thanks -- I'm staying in Port Charles. And by the way -- tell your brother to mind his own business from now on.'' 

''My brother?'' 

''Oh, don't tell me the two of you didn't plan this out. First HE tells me to go away, then you -- quite a team you make. Well, let me tell YOU something -- nobody treats me like you did and gets away with it. Not if I have anything to say about it. You're stuck with me -- so deal with it.'' Kim gets in her car and drives off, fuming. 

Kevin enters Greg's hospital room. Greg is standing and staring out the window. He turns around when Kevin enters. ''Hi.'' Kevin says to him. ''How have you been?'' 

''Fine -- just thinking.'' Greg says, moving back to his bed. 

''About what?'' Kevin asks. 

''My parents. What an embarrassment I am to them.'' Greg tells him. 

''Greg, your parents, they -- they never raised you the way you should have been raised. They pawned you off on boarding schools and nannies. What do they even know about you, Greg?'' 

''That I kill people.'' Greg tells him. ''Do you know how many people I've killed, bro?'' 

''Are you starting to feel -- guilty?'' 

''I never did before -- but now I --'' 

''It's the medication, Greg. It's working -- you're getting better.'' 

''I'm starting to wish it wasn't.'' Greg tells him. 

''Take a good look, Kevin -- this is YOUR future someday.'' Kevin hears a voice say from nowhere. 

''Shut up!'' Kevin shouts. 

''I -- I didn't say anything.'' Greg says, looking at Kevin strangely. 

''I -- I need to go.'' Kevin tells him. 

''You'll come back, right?'' 

''Yeah -- I will.'' Kevin says, and he leaves the room quickly. 

Chris pounds on the door of Patrick's apartment. ''Open the damn door Reardon, I know you're in there!'' he shouts. Patrick opens the door. 

''Will you quiet down! You want my neighbors to call the police?'' 

''Frankly, I don't CARE.'' Chris says, shoving his way in the door. ''Just who in the hell do you think you are?'' 

''What are you talking about?'' 

''I'm tired of it, Reardon. I'm tired of you butting into MY personal life -- I knew I never should have told you about Kim. What an idiot I was to think I could trust you!'' 

''I was only trying to help!'' 

''I don't WANT your help! Is that clear? I survived up until now without a big brother watching every move I make -- and I can certainly survive from here on out.'' 

''Chris, I just --'' 

''How much did you pay for the ring?'' Chris asks. 

''I don't want anything for that -- that was --'' 

''How MUCH?'' Chris asks emphatically. 

''I'm not telling you. I told you --'' 

''Yeah, I know what you told me. Fine -- here.'' Chris takes out his wallet, and pulls some money out and tosses it on Patrick's counter. ''At least now I can say I didn't TAKE anything from you. From now on -- stay out of my business, and stay out of my life!'' Chris shouts, and starts to leave. Patrick grabs him. 

''I am NOT letting you walk out of here like this! Not until you hear me out!'' 

''Go to hell.'' Chris says, shoving him away and opening the door. 

''Look, I was just trying to help you! I'm not the one who was dumb enough to have a drunken one-night stand with some nurse you barely knew just because you were mad at your girlfriend! So why are you blaming ME for your screw-up?'' Neither of them have noticed that Eve is walking toward the apartment, and has heard every word, until she arrives at the door. 

''Oh my god -- that's what you've been hiding! Chris, how COULD you?'' Eve says, looking at him with disgust. 

''Oh, like YOU have any right to judge ME, Dr. ‘I slept my way through med school' Lambert.'' Chris remarks in fury. Patrick glares at him angrily, grabs him, and slugs him in the jaw, knocking Chris to the floor. 

''Patrick!'' Eve screams. 

''Get the hell out of here! Don't you EVER talk to her like that again!'' Patrick shouts at Chris, who starts to stand up. 

''I -- I'm sorry, Eve. I don't know why I said that, I didn't mean to --'' Chris begins. 

''Get out -- now.'' Patrick says adamantly. Chris looks at Eve sadly. 

''I'm sorry.'' he whispers once again, and leaves. Patrick slams the door. Eve, not knowing what to say, walks over to the window and stares outside. Patrick comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her. 

''He had no right to talk to you like that.'' Patrick says. Eve turns around and looks at him. 

''Why not? It's true.'' Eve says, looking down, ashamed. ''I had a long-standing affair with one of my professors in medical school. He was older -- MARRIED -- rich -- he paid for my apartment, my tuition -- everything.'' Patrick doesn't know what to say. ''I paid him back, Patrick -- every cent -- I paid him back.'' Eve tells him, tears streaming down her face. ''I'm not that person anymore.'' 

''I know you're not.'' Patrick says, taking her in his arms. 

''Then why do I still feel like I don't deserve you?'' Eve asks. 

''Shhh, it's alright.'' 

''I need you to know, Patrick. I need you to know it all -- everything about me. I don't want you finding things out this way.'' 

''Eve -- you don't have to --'' 

''Yes, I do. I need to tell you everything, Patrick. Then you can decide if -- you still want me or not.'' Eve tells him. 

Kevin sneaks into the lab, and breaks into Patrick's office. He manages to get into Patrick's cabinet, and finds the drug that is being used to treat Greg. ''This isn't supposed to be happening -- you're supposed to be helping me, DAMMIT!'' Kevin shouts, as he slams the bottle down on the desk. ''I -- need more. Maybe I just need a higher dose.'' Kevin takes three pills out of the bottle, and swallows them. He then takes the bottle and puts it in his pocket, and leaves. 

About 2 a.m., Chris arrives home. The door opens, and Jessie gets up from the couch and races to him. ''Oh, thank GOD!'' she says, throwing her arms around him. ''Chris, I've been so worried about you. I woke up about an hour ago, and you weren't in bed. You didn't answer your phone, you weren't at the hospital, and I thought maybe something had -- oh baby, your face!'' Jessie says, noticing his swollen jaw. ''What happened?'' 

''Nothing.'' Chris says, pushing her away and going into the bedroom. Jessie follows him. 

''Have you been drinking?'' Jessie asks. 

''No.'' Chris says, getting undressed. 

''Where have you been?'' 

''Just out -- driving.'' Chris tells her, as he climbs into bed. Jessie gets into bed with him and moves in close to him. 

''Who did this to you?'' she asks. 

''It doesn't matter.'' 

''Well, you should probably put some ice on there so the swelling doesn't --'' 

''I'm fine -- just leave it alone, Jess.'' Chris says, then sighs. ''I got in a fight with Patrick.'' 

''Over what?'' 

''It's -- it's not important. I just don't understand why I feel so -- I mean, I couldn't care less about Reardon. So why do I feel so damned --'' 

''Upset?'' Jessie finishes for him. ''Because I think maybe you care about your brother a lot more than you think you do.'' 

''I'm not used to it, Jess. I'm not used to people butting into my life. And now I have you, and Patrick, and --'' 

''It's not butting in, Chris. It's called CARING about you.'' 

''Nobody's ever cared about me. Well, except my mom.'' Chris tells her. 

''Well -- now someone does.'' Jessie says, and she rests her head on Chris' chest. ''I hope you'll try and fix this with Patrick -- whatever it is.'' she suggests to him. Chris just looks ahead sadly, knowing that Jessie is right. 

July 29, 2001 -- morning. Eve is attempting to make breakfast in Patrick's kitchen. Suddenly the pan she's using to make pancakes starts to smoke, setting off the smoke alarm. Patrick comes rushing out our the bedroom, as Eve tries to clear the smoke. He grabs the pan and tosses it into the sink, running water over it. ''What are you trying to do, burn down my place!'' Patrick says. 

''I'm sorry.'' Eve says. Patrick looks down at the pan, and it's now wet contents. 

''What was that supposed to be?'' he asks. 

''Pancakes.'' Eve tells him. Patrick laughs. 

''Eve -- I appreciate the effort. But leave the cooking to ME from now on, okay?'' Eve sits down at the table, crying. 

''I was just trying to do something nice for you. I didn't mean for it to be such a disaster.'' Eve tells him. 

''Hey -- it's no big deal, okay.'' Eve looks up at him. 

''You didn't say a word to me last night. After everything I told you -- you must really hate me now, huh?'' Patrick takes her hand. 

''I could never hate you.'' 

''Then why were you so -- you could barely look at me last night.'' 

''Eve, I just -- I'm scared, okay.'' Patrick tells her. 

''Of what?'' Patrick sighs. 

''It's just that -- please don't take this the wrong way, but -- well, you're obviously more -- experienced than me, and -- I'm just afraid that I might be too -- boring for you.'' 

''You are anything BUT boring.'' Eve tells him. ''Have you heard me complain at all? I LOVE you -- I love everything about you. I feel like I'm not good enough for you, Patrick. Like you deserve so much better than me.'' 

''Eve, how can you think that? Don't you know how much I love you?'' Patrick says. ''I guess we're both worried over nothing here.'' 

''I guess so.'' Eve says, and reaches across the table to kiss Patrick. 

''Doc -- what time are you going to be home tonight?'' Lucy asks, as Kevin gets dressed for work. 

''I really don't know, Lucy.'' Kevin tells her. ''Why?'' 

''Well, it's just that -- it's been awhile, and -- I can have the twins spend the night at Victor's.'' Lucy suggests, whispering in his ear. Kevin turns around, and looks Lucy up and down longingly. 

''Well -- why wait till tonight?'' Kevin says, and he grabs Lucy and pushes her onto the bed. He kisses her on the lips, hard, holding her arms above her head by the wrists. 

''Doc, what are you doing?'' Lucy asks, stunned. 

''What does it look like I'm doing? Do you know how sexy you are in the morning?'' Kevin asks, kissing her up and down. 

''Doc, you're hurting my arm, stop it!'' Lucy tells him. 

''I thought you liked it rough.'' Kevin whispers. 

''Not this rough -- get off of me!'' Lucy says, finally pushing him away. ''Doc, what is wrong with you!'' 

''Hey, nothing's wrong with me -- I don't know what your problem is. I was just trying to have some fun.'' Kevin tells her, with a gleam in his eye that looks all too familiar to Lucy. ''Ta!'' Kevin shouts, as he walks out the door. Lucy stands in the middle of the room, stunned. 

''Oh Doc, no.'' she says to herself, fighting back tears. 

Chris enters the on call room, and Eve is there, going over files. ''Hey Eve -- they said you were in here.'' Chris says. 

''Hi.'' Eve says quietly. Chris sits down next to her. 

''About last night, I'm -- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did, and I'm sorry. If I could take it back, I would.'' 

''Did you really do that -- did you really cheat on Jessie?'' Eve asks. 

''Eve, it was one time, and I was drunk, I don't even remember --'' 

''My god! Chris, how low can you possibly go?'' 

''Please -- don't tell her.'' Chris begs. 

''Oh, I wouldn't dream of it -- because this one is gonna come back at you all by itself, Ramsey -- you don't need my help. Until then, you're the one that has to live with yourself. And I wouldn't wish that on anyone.'' Eve leaves the room. 

Patrick passes Kevin in the hallway at the hospital. ''Kevin.'' he says, trying to get his attention. 

''What.'' Kevin says, in a rude tone. 

''I got a call from the facility this morning. They're worried about Greg -- they say he appears suicidal. He's on a suicide watch.'' 

''Why wasn't I told?'' Kevin asks angrily. 

''I'm telling you now. Kevin, I want him off the protocol. I told you before, I didn't think he was a viable candidate. I'm gonna go see him tonight, and start weaning him off the meds.'' 

''No, you can't do that!'' Kevin shouts, grabbing Patrick's collar. 

''What the hell is wrong with you!'' Patrick says, pushing him away. ''I already made my decision -- you're not gonna change my mind.'' Kevin puts his head between his hands and leans up against the wall. 

''It has to work. It has to work, DAMMIT!'' he says to himself. 

''Are you okay?'' Patrick asks. Kevin looks up at him, then takes off down the hall. 

Still in bed, Jessie hears someone pounding on her door and ringing her doorbell frantically. She climbs out of bed, grabs her robe and goes into the other room. ''Okay, okay, I'm coming!'' she shouts, and approaches the door. She opens it to find Lucy there with the twins. ''Lucy, what are you doing here!'' 

''Thank goodness you're home. I called the hospital and they said you didn't work until this afternoon, and I didn't know who else to tell, well except for Victor, but I don't want to tell him this if I'm wrong and --'' 

''Lucy -- calm down. Now come on in, let's sit down.'' Jessie takes one of the twins' strollers and they enter the room. Lucy and Jessie sit down on the couch. ''Now what's going on?'' Jessie asks. 

''It's Doc. He's been behaving so strange the last few days, and -- Jessie, what if Ryan didn't die in that car crash?'' 

''Oh, come on Lucy, you don't think that --'' 

''They never found his body, Jessie. And the way Doc has been behaving the last few days, I just can't help but think that -- that it's not Doc.'' Lucy says, crying. 

''Hey, Lucy come on -- of course it's Kevin.'' 

''Jessie, this morning he -- I've never seen him behave like that before. It's like his whole personality has completely changed.'' 

''Well, has anything been bothering him lately?'' Jessie asks. 

''Well, he has this mystery patient that he's been spending a lot of time with, and -- oh Jessie, that's it! What if Kevin -- what if that patient is RYAN! And he switched places with my Doc again!'' 

''Lucy -- you're grasping at straws here.'' Jessie tells her. 

''You didn't see him today, Jessie. He was like a stranger to me. What if I'm right? I can't go back there Jessie, I can't go back there if I'm right.'' 

''It's okay, just relax. You and the twins are welcome to stay here. I think we need to talk to Victor about this -- if anyone can figure out what's going on here, it's him.'' 

''I guess you're right. Jessie, I was -- I was actually afraid of him today. I've never been afraid of Doc before. Even when -- even when he wasn't himself all those years ago -- I was afraid FOR him, not OF him. It can't be Doc -- and if it is, then something is terribly, terribly wrong with him.'' Lucy says worriedly. 

Later that afternoon, Kevin sneaks into Patrick's office, and sits down at his desk. He starts frantically going through Patrick's notes. ''There has to be a reason why this isn't working. There HAS to be, dammit!'' Kevin says to himself. After a few minutes, he goes to Patrick's medicine cabinet, smashes the glass on it and frantically searches through it. He's unable to find anymore of the drug. ''Where is it! Where did you hide it, you bastard!'' Suddenly, the door to the lab opens. Kevin gets quiet. He nervously grabs a large vial from one of the cabinets, and a needle. 

''Patrick. Hey, are you in here?'' Chris says. ''Look, I know you're mad -- I'm sorry about last night, okay. I was way out of line. Look, I'm not really good at this brother thing yet --- but I'm willing to give it a shot, alright? Hey, I know you're mad, but the least you can do is answer me.'' Chris walks around the corner, and finds Kevin standing there. ''What the hell are you doing in Patrick's office?'' Chris asks. ''Where's my brother?'' 

''Oh no, you are NOT going to ruin this for me!'' Kevin says. 

''Ruin what? Kevin, what the hell are you doing here, are you nuts?'' Chris says, noticing the medicine cabinet. 

''Nuts? You want to see nuts, you lousy bastard!'' Kevin shouts, and he pulls out the needle he grabbed and injects Chris in the shoulder with the contents of the vial he took. Chris grabs his arm in pain. ''You worm your way into my cousin's life and turn it upside down -- she's better off without you, so I guess I'm doing her a favor here, huh?'' Chris looks up at him, shocked, then collapses to the floor, unconscious. Suddenly realizing what he's done, Kevin drops the vial and the needle in shock. 

''Oh my god. Oh my god, no.'' Kevin says, and rushes out of the room . . . . . . . .