He was back in the shack with his sister Elaine, each of them holding one of the babies, as they watched the tiny ones die, helpless to do anything for them.

He stood next to Elaine, fighting back tears and struggling to break his dad's hold on him so he could somehow stop those people from taking the two little ones. "They'll have a better life, son. We can't support them." But it didn't matter. Elaine was weeping openly. Their little brother and sister were gone. He, Dad, and Elaine would stay with Dad's Aunt Maeve, but she couldn't take them all. He'd never see the little ones again.

He stood by a coffin, his arms around his best friend Tony, looking down at Elaine and, in the crook of her arm, little Mary Lindsay, who had lived maybe a few seconds before dying. Nobody died in childbirth. Nobody! Why did it have to happen to Elaine? Tony was disconsolate. He was, too, but he had to be strong for his best friend.

Three children with strange looking eyes huddled close to him while he tried to protect them from the evil Vanessa Brewer as Angel fought and defeated her.

Then he saw Angel sitting in a chair, smiling at a little bundle wrapped in blue. It was a side of Angel he couldn't possibly have imagined. Then again, how could he have imagined Darla having a child? As he watched, the baby was snatched out of Angel's arms. And Angel wept.

Lindsey woke with a start. If he cared so much about his siblings, his niece whom he never had a chance to know, and three strange children he had been willing to risk his life to save, how must Angel feel losing his son? Any residual bad feelings he had toward Angel evaporated. Angel was a man bereft of his son.

Katy lay next to him, sleeping. He looked at the clock. Almost 9 am. She should be waking up any time. And it was her day off. He had planned to take her to the beach today, but how could he now? Softly he brushed her blonde hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. She stirred and opened her eyes. "Lindsey? How's Wes?"

"He's going to be okay, Katy. Would you mind if we don't go to the beach today?"

"No. I assume you have something else in mind."

"Not too long ago, you were the best detective on the force and I was a pretty smart lawyer with a lot of inside knowledge about Wolfram & Hart, not to mention everything I knew about Lilah."

"Are you going where I think you're going with this?"

"Both of us have a lot of expertise which might be useful for Angel now that he really needs all the help he can get. Do you remember that Star Trek episode in which they said that the three greatest words weren't I love you?"

She nodded. "I do. Give me a few minutes to shower and dress."

"How about if you give me a few minutes and then we both shower and dress?" He reached for her, kissing her down her neck.

"Stop it, evil hand! Stop it!" Kate laughed as the evil hand wandered across her body doing the most amazing things.

Two hours later Kate and Lindsey entered the Hyperion. Cordelia looked at them in wonderment. She hadn't known they were still in town, let alone together. But the tightly clasped hands told her that they were more than friends.

"What do you want?"

"We heard about Angel's son being missing. Let us help."