Two hours had passed since Wolf had made the call, and there was still no reply. Tom nervously paced back and forth and ran his hands through his hair, making it stand on end. Matthew and Caine were sipping tea and watching the twins help their Uncle Martin with his kung fu. Martin wiped the sweat from his face and threw another punch at Wolf. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched his father. Matthew was nodding at something his eldest son had told him. Martin ducked just as he sensed Wolf making a punch of his own. Wolf's hand grazed his shoulder. "Try this." Peter gently guided his uncle's arms in the proper position to block Wolf's next punch. "You need to focus on the fight at hand. Block out all outside distractions." Caine replied, offering advice from across the room. Martin sighed and bowed to Wolf to signal the end of the sparring. Wolf nodded and went to get them some water as Peter pulled his uncle aside. "You want to talk about it?" Peter asked. "What's to talk about?" Martin leaned back against the wall. "Our family's increased again." Peter scrutinized his uncle's face. "But that's not what's bothering you." Martin looked at his nephew, "How do you do it? How do you deal with the pressure?" "What pressure?" Peter was puzzled, what the heck was his uncle talking about? "The pressure to change who you and what you are?" Peter looked out towards the far corner to where his father and grandfather were talking about kung fu techniques. It finally occured to him why Martin had been trying so hard. "Uncle Martin, it's not necessary to change who and what you are. You just sort of take things as they come. After all, two years ago, I knew that I was a cop. That was who I was and who I wanted to be. But then my father came back." Martin nodded and signalled for Peter to continue. His nephew's story seemed to parallel his so much. All of his life, his mother had told him that his father had died. And now, only a few months ago, his half brother told him that Matthew Caine was alive. Peter continued. "After my father came back, I started training in kung fu, but that wasn't because he pressured me into it. At first, I trained because that seemed to be the only way to reach him, but it wasn't. He told me that he loved me for who I was. Later on, I completed my Shaolin training, but not for him. For me." Peter slung his arm over his uncle's shoulder. Martin hugged his nephew back. "You know, I think we're doing this a bit backward here. Aren't uncles supposed to be advising the nephews? Not the other way around?" Peter chuckled, "So we Caines do it a bit differently in our family." At Peter's words, Martin froze. "But I'm not a Caine. Not a real one any way." A voice spoke up from behind them. "My son, you are a Caine in every way that counts." While they had been talking, Matthew Caine had snuck up on them. Peter released his uncle and left them alone to talk. "But-" Martin protested. "If I had known about you, I would never have left your mother." "Why did you leave her?" "I had heard rumors. Rumors about your brother Damon. My wife was captured by the Sing Wah when I was gone. I did not know that she was carrying Damon, until much later." "Oh." Martin didn't know what else to say. "I would be honored if you took on the Caine name," his father said. "I-I have to think about this," Martin replied. Matthew nodded, and together they went back to join the others. ************************* Tom looked at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past hour. He sighed, only fifteen seconds had passed since last time. Why couldn't his father pick up the damn phone and call? He glanced over at Wolf's cellular phone on the table. 'Ring damn it!' He mentally shouted at the phone. Then, as if in answer to his command, the phone rang. He jumped in surprise. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and looked at the phone, as if in a trance. The phone rang again. Finally Wolf went to the phone and snapped it open. "Wolf here. Yeah, he's right here. Hold on." He held the phone out to Tom. "It's for you." "Is it-" Tom started. Then he realized how dumb that question would have been. If it had been his father, he couldn't have asked for Tom. Damon couldn't have asked because he didn't know of his existence yet. He gave Wolf an inquiring glance. Wolf gave him an apologetic look. "No, it's your partner." Tom glanced at his watch again just before taking the phone. "Oh no! We were supposed to meet her an hour ago!" He walked into the far corner of the room for some privacy and turned his attention to the phone in his hand. "Hi...Cass?" Tom winced as his ex-wife quickly fired questions at him, not letting him get in a word edgewise. Why was he always the late one? Why couldn't he be on time, just once? And what was happening? Had he gotten in touch with his father yet? How did he feel? Tom lost his patience, "Cass! Slow down!" He felt the others turn to look at him. He shrugged. Then he took advantage of Cassy's silence. "Look, are you still at Delancy's? I'll fill you in over there then. Uh huh. No, I haven't eaten yet." Tom hated it when Cassy went into her scolding mothering complex. When she did that, she would treat him like such a kid. Although, it was kinda nice when he was sick or hurt. At least then, he knew she still cared. It gave him hope that their relationship still had a chance. "Okay, I'll tell him. We'll be there in....?" Tom glanced at Peter for an answer. Peter held out his hands with all fingers pointing up. "Cassy? We'll be there in ten minutes, alright? See ya." He disconnected the phone and gave it back to Wolf. Wolf took the phone back and placed it in his pocket, "Alright, let's go grab some grub." Matthew and Kwai Chang tooked at each other. "Grub?" they asked simultaneously. Martin walked behind them and slung his arms over both of their shoulders. "You know, grub, as in food." He looked as each of their puzzled faces cleared. "We're going to have to work on your slang." "Later, okay? I'm hungry," Peter said as he shrugged on his jacket, "So let's get moving."