"So, where have you got him hidden, Kay?" John still liked to tease her about Steven Earl.

Laughing at him, she motioned with her head towards the staircase. "He's in the baby's room. I think he's working on he mobile for the crib."

"I heard the good news! That's just wonderful Kayla."

"I'm just so happy we've been blessed again." She leads him into the living room as they sit down on the sofa. "Steve's been walking on egg shells since we found out. He's gone out of his way to make things easier for me."

"There's nothing wrong, is there?'

"Doctor Garreth just wants me to take it easy. Better be safe than sorry, you know."

John looks back at her, concern written in his eyes. "Yeah, I know." He grows quiet a moment, then grins at her and mentions the other Johnson recently returned home. "Your daughter's quite the talk of the town. Who'd believe that little girl would grow up to be such a daredevil racer. She's got too much of Steve in her."

Smiling back at him, Kayla agrees saying she's more Steve's daughter than hers. "Maybe this little one..." She indicates by placing her hand across her tummy. "...Would be more like me."

"Are you saying she's a she?"

"Steve says his baby is a boy."

"That's just wishful thinking."

"No, I don't think so. I mean we really won't know for certain for another month yet... but I believe this baby is a boy."

"Okay! I wouldn't dare argue with a mother to be." Heaving a big sigh, John looks around again, expecting Steve to just pop up. "So... you said he's home. I really have to talk to him."

"I'm sure he'll be down in a moment. Can I get you some coffee while you're waiting."

"Sure. Love a cup!"

Kayla gets up and starts to head towards the kitchen. After taking a few steps, she stops and turns back towards him. "John?" She asks him as he gets up as well. "I don't have anything to worry about?"

"Worry?" He ponders the idea of telling her about his own resurfacing memories then remembers her condition. Shaking his head, slightly, he offers her another smile instead. "It's just business Kayla. Boring stuff."

She eyes him back a little uncertain, but accepts his answer. "Okay. I'll be right back with the coffee."

By the time she returned with his cup, Steve finally emerged from the nursery. His face looked a little troubled on first seeing John there, but he quickly forced a smile. "John... what brings you around?"

"I heard you saw the space Bo found. I told him to go ahead with the lease."

"Don't you even want to see the place first?"

"No need." Taking a sip of coffee, John turns to his side so Kayla can't see his face and gives Steve a look. Understanding the silent meaning, Steve walks over to his wife and mentions finishing up in the nursery. "The mobile's done baby. So if you want to put the rest of the room in order, you can do it now."

"You want me to leave you guys alone." She simply said.

"No, of course not, Sweetness."

"It's okay." She told them, raising one eyebrow up at John. "I'll go upstairs so you can talk."

"I won't keep him long." John called after her, but Kayla already headed towards the staircase. Steve waited until she disappeared from view before turning back to John.

"Let's talk in the kitchen." Leading the way, John followed him and they both sat down at the small breakfast table in there.

Taking another drink from his coffee, John placed the cup down, staring at it a moment before telling Steve why he came over. Steve watched him carefully, noting how fit and well he was looking. He also started thinking about what he remembered yesterday. The long stretches of memory came out of nowhere. Even now, they could hit at him when he least wanted or expected them.

"I had another son."

Steve waited for John to continue. The four words just hung in the air for several seconds before he looked up at Steve and spoke again. "It just came to me... not more than an hour ago. Marlena was going on and on about trying to get in contact with Belle. I was telling her it's best we stay clear of things, so Victor and Philip won't suspect us... then she moved across the room and picked up a picture of Belle as a baby. For a few seconds I... I remembered holding a different baby in my arms. I could see myself smiling down, laughing at the little noises he was making, letting his tiny hands touch my face. And his eyes... they were so blue. I don't even think Belle or Brady had eyes that blue."

"John...?" Steve suddenly cleared his throat as John turned back to him.

So far, for John it was still just bits and pieces, but this was the first tangible one he recalled. John could almost feel that baby in his arms, smell his clean sweet scent.

"As soon as I remembered that, I rushed over here. Marlena said I should call first... you may not even be home... but I just left. All the way over here, I kept replaying it over and over in my head. That baby was my son, I know he was."

Taking a deep breath Steve questions him further. "And his mother... your... wife?"

Narrowing his eyes slightly, John searches for the only memory he has of her so far. "I still have that one brief image. She's small, almost fragile looking. Her hair is dark, like mine... no darker."

Pressing his lips together, Steve's recent recollections send his emotions reeling. He feels it pushing at his chest, waiting to burst forth, all the while fighting to keep a calm demeanor of his face. It's makes him feel angry and miserable at the same time and he finds it hard to look back at the man across the small table. The idea that the woman in his memory and in John's seems to be the same woman made sense and then again it didn't.

The fact was Steve really didn't know. He didn't know why he was sent on the mission in the first place. Lansing wasn't exactly the chatty type and it wasn't until he was already halfway to his destination, was he told that this one was special. This little trip was a personal request. The screams sounded again inside of him and he grimaced. John saw the look flash briefly across his face and called him up on it.

"What is it Steve?"

The idea kept swirling around, wanting to take root, but he had to be sure first. Steve faced his guest, telling him a little more about his past deeds. "I think I may know what happened."

John's face instantly contorted into a deep frown. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this family of yours." He let out the breath he was holding and continued. "A couple of days ago, when I went to see the office Bo found for us... I got a memory flash of that second mission I was sent on."

"The one for DiMera?"

Nodding at him, Steve ran his hand through his hair as he sat back slightly in his chair. "Yeah, that one. I already told you what I recalled, the walled city, that it was during winter. Well... I remembered more. I was supposed to be guarding them, a woman and child, a young boy. He was tall for his age, but I knew he was still young. The mission was to bring them to DiMera. In the end, it was the first Gabriel and me." Pausing a moment, Steve collects his thoughts then continues. "She kept asking me to help her, to let them go. She cried the entire time."

When he looked to John, the man's face was contorted into an angry visage and all the anger was directed at him. Steve almost couldn't blame him. He himself felt the guilt at his lack of action. "We were holed up somewhere, a deserted house and the other Gabriel was to bring a car around so we could go. When he finally arrived he pulled roughly at the boy and it freaked his mother out. She tried to argue with him and the boy was able to get away by running outside."

"He escaped?" The surprise in John's voice startled him.

He counted to five before shaking his head back. "No, he didn't. I was instructed to take the woman to the car while he went to get the boy. His mother begged me to help her, but I... I couldn't do anything. I tried telling her he wouldn't hurt the child, but she didn't believe me. Then we heard gunshots and she went crazy. She struggled against me and got loose, chasing after the two. I lost my balance and fell... when I got to my feet; another shot rang out followed by a scream. I ran as fast as I could to where they were and slipped on the snow. There was blood there. The first Gabriel was looking down at them, his gun in his hand, the smell of gunpowder in the air."

"They're dead. My family is dead." John sank back in the seat and lowered his head. Steve could see how his chest rose and lowered as his teeth ground together and his closed his eyes tightly. The uncomfortable silence grew between them and it was several more minutes before John would face him again. There were no tears there. There was no way he could cry for them, a family he never knew until now.

"John... I'm not sure they did die."

His head snapped up and he pushed his chair towards Steve. "What the hell are you saying?"

"The boy was alive. He was hurt, but alive. The woman... she was worse off... but she wasn't dead."

"Then what happened to them? Did you take them to a hospital? Maybe Stefano... if they lived, he might have them?"

"That's all I remember. I don't know what happened next. I feel... I know I should have done something?"

"What you can do right now is remember! Just remember what happened. I can still find them if they're alive!" John stood up and paced around the room. "There's got to be a way to find out what happened. Who would know?" He started muttering under his breath. John would take a few steps away and mention the ISA or contacting someone at Interpol, then stop and shake his head and walk around again.

Steve watched for a minute or two. He had been thinking long and hard about what he did during the years he was under Lansing's control. After Portia lifted the mental block she placed on him and he remembered his past, he was also able to remove the rest by meeting with Lansing. The searching for answers led him to the last remaining person who was involved with his capture. The trip to England had been necessary. Greyson Lansing filled in the missing parts of his removal from the hospital to ten long years away from his family.

If anyone knew what happened to that woman and child, it would be him. Lansing was the man who sent him on the mission in the first place. He was the one who trained him for Stefano. It bothered Steve then, knowing the only way to get answers meant he had to confront Greyson again. Just being in that house again made him ill to his stomach. He didn't know how he could stand returning a second time. He stood and walked over to John as the man turned back towards him.

"Greyson Lansing... he'll have the answers. He's the man we need to talk to."

For a long moment, John just looked at him, unsure whether to believe it could be that simple. "Why would he talk to me? I'm nothing to him."

"No, not you... me. He... still owes me. He'll talk."

The rush of adrenalin was strong and John could feel is heart running at thrice the normal rate. If he could get his jet ready, they could leave that night and he would know before morning. It was too good to be true. After so many years, he would learn something. When he thought of Marlena, he hesitated. She would argue he was being careless, headstrong. For the last few days, all she had talked of was their daughter Belle and how she still hadn't heard from her. It was bad enough they had to go into hiding from Victor, but she wasn't able to contact at all, not even to let them know she, Shawn, and Claire were okay.

John was worried too. It was the last thing he wanted to hear when he came out of his coma. He couldn't even offer her any money to help. That ended up on Kayla's shoulders. His wife just wouldn't understand why he was putting their daughter on hold to search for a family he wasn't sure he really had. It was just one flimsy memory, but it was haunting him like no other before. John just had to know and he had to know now.

"I can get then jet ready in a couple of hours. If you can be ready by then, we can be in England before morning."

Steve looked back at him as though he was insane. Did the man really think they could just up and leave like this, Steve thought. Yes it was that Greyson Lansing held the answers, but he wasn't ready to face him again so soon. The past weeks had been heaven for him. Even with his memories as Gabriel trickling in, it was something that lurked in the back of his mind. It didn't affect who he was and the daily aspects of his life. For the first time in a long time, he was living an incredibly happy life.

"I can't leave now!"

"Why not!" John said angrily. "You just said he's the only one who has the answers... so let's get them!"

"John, he's not going anywhere... and I can't just leave Kayla like this. She needs me around."

For a moment John hesitated seeing the concern and worry in Steve's eyes. "Is it because of the baby?"

When Steve nodded at him, he bit down on his lip and felt the same worry too. He cared about Kayla. He cared about her a great deal. "She can come with us. That way you won't be separated."

"That's not the point. This trip may not be good because of her condition. It may add stress." John opened his mouth to say something than closed it again. It was starting to slip away from him, this chance for some answers. "And what about Marlena? Just when are you going to tell her about this trip? When we're halfway to the U.K.! This can wait a few days."

"Look Johnson... this is my life we're dealing with now... and I want..."

"No! It's my life too. My past is intertwined with yours."

"Then help me!"

"Jumping on the plane and rushing over there is not the way to do it." Steve snapped back at him. "What about your daughter and grand daughter? Why don't you wait a few days first to see if there's any word on them."

"They won't be calling, they can't. Victor and Philip would find them if they tired calling home."

"Fine! But talk to Marlena first. Tell her what you want to do. Maybe she'll want to come along."

"No. I don't... she'll be okay here. It's better that she remains behind, just in case."

"John, I need to talk to Kayla about this first. Just give me a couple of days."

Shaking his head, John turns his back on him as Steve thinks about the rashness of this plan. He instantly thought about Kayla and how a trip overseas would affect her. So far, Dr. Garreth has been giving her a clean bill of health, but this was different. They had to confront Greyson again and Steve wasn't sure how he would react to another face to face meeting.

The man was no longer a threat to him. Steve wasn't afraid anymore, but he was still angry.

The longer he thought about it, the more unpleasant the thought was to return there. Kayla had to be at his side when sees Lansing again. Steve knew he couldn't go through any of it again unless she was beside him. John turned around to argue the point further when a noise from the living room stopped both of them. Steve looked back at him a moment, cautioning John to remain quiet as he walked to open the door, peeking in.

Kayla had her back to him as she stood facing their daughter and Elliot. As soon as Steve saw him, he felt the creepy crawly things run up and down his spine again. They already had dinner, he thought to himself. What could he possibly be over here for if not to bore them with more stories about his races. First he had to deal with John and now Mr. Cologne. John came up behind him and looked around seeing who had arrived.

"Isn't that Elliot?"

"Yeah... Lansing's son." Feeling the frown instantly appear, Steve had to take a few deep breaths.

"What's he doing here? I didn't know you knew him?"

"I don't... well I guess I do. He's friends with Stephanie." Unfortunately, Steve added under his breath.

"Friends? Good friends?"

"They do the racing bit... you know."

"Are they dating?"

"Over my dead body!"

John looks back at the couple standing rather close as Kayla talks to them. He narrows his eyes slightly feeling the body language from across the room. They appeared to be close friends and maybe something more. He looked over at Steve who was inches away from foaming at the mouth. So, John thought, he's getting a taste of his own medicine.

"They look pretty... chummy." John remarked.

Kayla may have blocked part of the view, but when she shifted slightly to the left, Steve got a good clear look at just how close Elliot was standing to Stephanie. When he took a seat at the sofa, his daughter placed a hand on his shoulder in an almost comforting gesture. The sound of Steve�s breath being forced out made John look at him a moment before he nudged him to go in there.

Steve pushed the swinging door open and walked over to the threesome in the living room. Elliot kept his glance lowered and didn't once look up as he approached. It was Stephanie's mournful eyes that made Steve halt in his steps as he looked questioningly at his wife. John followed and came up behind him just at his right side. Kayla seemed to be upset, or was trying very hard to make it appear that she wasn't.

If Lansing junior said something to upset his wife, Steve was going to boot him out the door. He may have been Stephanie's friend, but he wasn't Steve's. It wasn't until Stephanie moved a step towards him that Steve calmed down enough to listen.

"Dad? Elliot just got some really bad news."

His first thought was, a business deal fell through or the cleaners lost one of his suits. It was a mean thought, but Steve wasn't feeling all too cordial that evening. When Kayla took his arm and pulled at him to face her, he got angry again that Elliot's bad news made his wife upset.

Kayla tried to give him a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes as she told him the news. "Steve... Greyson's dead. He killed himself."

For the briefest moment, he almost thought he could feel some sympathy. A death was a death and someone had to mourn, but it couldn't be him. That would be asking too much. He looked at Elliot and saw the younger man's gaze still centered on the carpet. Gone was the self-assured confidence that usually radiated from him. Maybe here, Steve could garner some compassion. Elliot certainly looked distressed, though it was a far different look than the one he presented when Portia died. Still, Steve couldn't fault him that much. Portia didn't raise him, Greyson did, so it was only naturally to give due respect to the one parent he really knew.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw John move beside him. Turning to face the man, Steve was immediately assailed with the anger in John's face. It took him a moment to remember why and he felt his stomach sink straight down. Without Greyson Lansing, there was no one they could turn to now. The trail had finally reached an end.

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"I�ll be leaving tomorrow for England. There are preparations that need to be made for the funeral� and reading of the Will." He was facing Stephanie when he spoke, almost as though the words were meant just for her. Kayla�s daughter shed a few tears then as Elliot gave her a reassuring smile. She had wanted to go with him, but she couldn�t leave because of the time trials. If Stephanie missed any of those, she would automatically be taken off the list.

"I�m really sorry." She tried explaining again, but Elliot was more than understanding.

"There�s no need for apologize. When you are able to visit, I prefer that it would be under happier circumstance."

Kayla approached him first since her husband had remained as he was. "If there�s anything we can do for you� any thing at all, just let us know. I�m very� sorry."

"Thank you Dr. Johnson. Your sympathy and caring is very much appreciated. I am feeling� quite overwhelmed at present. I don�t suppose I�ll be making much sense for the next few days."

John had cleared his throat again, while Steve cautioned him with a look to remain where he was. The two men exchanged a few words before Steve moved over and asked to speak with Lansing. They took a few steps towards the windows.

"When did you find out� about� your father?"

"Just under an hour ago. Hs assistant contact me immediately after�he was pronounced dead."

"Look Elliot� I�m really sorry about all this." Elliot gave him a wary look as Steve continued to talk. "Your father and I�"

"Considering the circumstances, Mr. Johnson. I would think you�d feel that justice was finally meted out."

"There was bad blood between us� but you just lost your father. I�m not completely heartless to that fact."

"I apologize� as I mentioned just now, I�m not thinking very clearly."

Steve glanced over and saw John watching him as Kayla was trying to calm her daughter. His blue eyes followed his every move as he turned back and mentioned the plans he had of going to England.

"Don�t apologize okay." Hesitating a little, Steve ran his fingers through his hair, clearly agitated at what he was planning to say. "Before you came by� John Black and I were talking about going to see your father."

Elliot�s eyes rose slightly, but he said nothing. " We needed� I needed to have more questions answered about� my past� and I wanted to get first hand information from Greyson."

"I understand."

"Well� of course, that�s impossible now." Steve took a few deep breaths and rubbed his hand across his face and mouth this time. He looked up at Elliot, wondering why he was even bothering to tell him this. A nagging thought was working it�s way from the deep recesses and the thought came to him, that maybe there was still a way to get some answers. "Unless� maybe your father� maybe he left some kind of paper trail behind that I can get to."

Several seconds passed between them, before Elliot moved first, his eyes widening with comprehension. "You want to see his military files."

"Yes! He does have them hidden away somewhere?"

"He does." Elliot nodded too and turned slightly away. "They would be in his office at home."

"Can you bring them back with you?"

The question hung in the air as both men faced each other again. Elliot saw a small flash of fear dart across the man�s face. He could feel the hesitation there in him, of never wanting to return back there. Steve needed more answers and it was all waiting for him in his father�s room.

If he offered the man the key to open it all, he was quite certain he would take it.

"Mr. Johnson, perhaps it would be better if you accompanied me on my trip."

"What?"

"It�s the obvious answer. You yourself said you were intending to travel with Mr. Black."

"But that was before�"

"I can assure you that the house, will be completely open to you. If my father�s files and papers are not in his office, you are free to look wherever you want to in his house for them. I will neither close nor lock any doors."

It all felt strangely appealing, but ominous too. Steve never really felt there was anything to fear in regards to Elliot, but the open invitation was sending a warning signal inside him. He thought for another long minute before he brings up John.

"You do realize John would be coming along, and most probably my wife too."

"There is no difficulty in that. In fact, you can be my guests at my townhouse in London for the duration."

"Stay with you?"

"Or if you prefer, your brother resides there too, does he not?"

"Jack? I don�t think he�ll be too disappointed if we stay with you instead." Eyeing him again, Steve feels like he is searching deep for any malice in the younger man, but he�s not finding any. His thoughts wonder to Kayla and whether she would be all right in making a trip. "Okay, let�s do it. John said he could have his plane ready early tomorrow morning.

"Then it�s settled then."

"Yes� for now. We�ll meet you at the airfield before dawn tomorrow."

"I�ll be ready. If you�ll excuse, I�ll go home to prepare." He gave Steve a small, almost childlike smile and took a few steps back. He seemed to be approaching Stephanie to say goodnight when Steve rushed up to him again and finally extend a hand out to him.

"I am sorry about your father."

Returning the handshake, he smiles and nods before saying his goodnight to both Kayla and Stephanie. They see him to the door as John pulls Steve aside. His patience almost gone, he grabs at Steve�s arm, fully intending to shake an answer out of him.

"Well?"

"We can leave tomorrow. He�ll meet us at the airfield."

"It�s that easy?"

"He�s given us carte blanche to go anywhere in Greyson�s house we want to, to find clues."

John looked back confused. The open invitation just sounded too fishy for his tastes. "Maybe he�s doing that cause he knows we won�t find anything."

Steve watched the three people at the front door as Stephanie gave Eliot a quick hug and he turned to leave. He saw Kayla close the door and put her arm around Stephanie as they walked back in the living room. It should have bothered him, the quick exchange between them, but he let it go. His mind was telling him, the man was truly helping him.

"Elliot�s helped me before�" He looked John squarely in the eyes before continuing. "I may not like the fact that he seems interested in my daughter, but� he�s helping me. The answers are there John. They�re there."