Josie, it's Mark. I... honestly don't know where you are, but we need to talk. Something serious is going on and I can't talk about it over the phone. Please, call me back as soon as you can.

So to top off my stress about this whole quarantine business, I think I've caught a cold.

At least I HOPE it's a cold...

Kats, I hope Scott's still in town.

So... I can't leave the city, despite the fact that there's nothing wrong with me... or anyone else for that matter. I still can't figure out what on earth that vial of Katalyst >9000 was supposed to do, but we stopped Viper from causing anymore trouble...

Something's not right.

And, not only does that worry me.

I can't seem to contact Chance or Jake... Were they out of the city at the time the quarantine was in place and weren't able to get back in?

Kats, I hope that's not the case. I have a gut feeling we're gonna need their help more than ever now.

Maybe I shouldn'tve spoken too soon.

Now that Megakat City's under quarantine I can't go in or out of the city. Joe, on the other hand, is stuck on the other side. I'm worried now. How long is this quarantine in effect?

I need my husband by my side...

I'm sore.

And, yet, incredibly happy.

I always knew that going through the whole maternity thing wasn't going to be a walk in the park. But, as much as I've gone through what with the morning sickness, the mood swings (sorry, Joe!) and constant cravings, they're all worth it. Every day I worry that I'm not doing enough for the kitt, that I'm not eating the right things, that I'm not keeping myself active and actually resting when I should be resting.

So far, though, things seem okay. I do get tired at times, but I also make sure I dedicate enough time to being with Cale, too. That kitt is so spoiled rotten.

And, Joe... what wouldn't I do without him? I'm surprised he's put up with me all this time, poor thing. I honestly hope these missions get resolved soon. He's been pulling so many hours of work that he's come home exhausted. I've taken up temporary residence with my in-laws at his insistance, too.

Huh... I really should still be shaken up over what happened with those probes a few weeks ago, but I'm incredibly calm. I really can't explain it. It's like something's been lifted off my shoulders. The stress, maybe?

It's official. This is a dream... a nightmare more like it. He can't be alive... and yet he is. I thought we got rid of him, but we didn't. There were nights when I'd wake up thinking that he was still out there, watching us, waiting to jump out and take us out, one by one.

I don't know how I'm feeling. I don't know if I'm feeling shocked, or angry, or tired. Really, I should be used to the feeling.

Now I'm on full guard, still waiting for him to come out. I've resorted to sleeping with a gun under my pillow. Kats, am I paranoid.

I don't know what's going to happen, how we're going to stop him. One thing for sure, we need to get him out of McGrath's body. I don't care how we do it either, but I don't want to risk losing McGrath. As unorthodox as he can be, we need to save him.

OOC: Just a regular phone conversation between Jason and Trina. I don't think I'd be able to summarize it through Jason speaking in the first person, so this will be in fic form.

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"So... you're saying he did kill those kats."

The sigh on the other line was in a mixture between anger and depression. A mumbled, "Yeah" came thereafter.

"Mark know yet?"

"No. McGrath's still investigating and he's supposed to bring whatever he finds back to Mark. That's gonna be the determining factor."

Jason leaned back into his couch, pinching bridge of his nose tiredly. "So where is he now?" He was afraid to ask where Joe had gone to after Katrina had learned what'd really happened all those years ago. Heck hath no fury, after all.

"He's downstairs. I'm making him sleep on the couch tonight."

Jason couldn't help but let out a snort followed by a cough and a short laugh.

"It's not funny," Katrina added.

"No, it's not, but I thought you of all people wouldn't resort to the clichéd "in the doghouse, sleep on the couch" punishment. I'm half wondering if you're gonna throw a get-together with all your female friends, sit around a circle and inhale chocolate as you discuss what scum tom-kats truly are."

"You're just lucky the majority of my friends are toms."

The brunette tom chuckled. "I think all of us are lucky the majority of your friends are toms." He then sobered. "So what're you gonna do?"

"I don't know." Katrina sighed. "I'm worried over what Mark's gonna say, too."

"If all this is true, you know he has no choice if it comes down to what I think he might do."

"I don't want him to go to jail, Jason."

"None of us do, Trina. I don't think even Mark wants that. But.... maybe, if he has to do time, he'll get some credit. Maybe, considering it happened so many years ago..."

Katrina sighed again. "Maybe."

"Look, he's still family, Trina. We'll do what we can, alright? I can't convince Mark to do anything otherwise, tho'. And, neither can you. It's between the two of them now. After all, none of us are saints."

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Dear Joe,

You will probably never read this letter. It's something that I'd probably would want to say to you. It's probably something that I'll eventually say to you, but right now I don't think I'd even know where to start.

There's a lot of things I want to get off my chest. Namely things that would involve your past, and maybe the fact that you lied to me. But, I'm no saint, so I can't get on your case for your mistakes when I've made dozens myself.

I just can't help but wonder. Why? Why did you lie to me, Joe? I didn't bat an eyelid when you mentioned the things you did years ago when we first started dating, so why would this recent incident be any different? I remember the night I got back from Japan was when you first opened yourself up to me, and I really appreciated that because I knew somehow that this relationship was going to work.

Just what are you so afraid of? Why are you trying to protect me from the truth when I'm going to find out eventually? It hurts me a lot more finding out about the truth through random sources when it could've come from you in the first place.

Are you afraid I'm going to leave you? I'm not going to lie, Joe. A lot of the things that've happened have made me consider it at some point. But then I remind myself why I married you in the first place... why I asked you first.

Joe, more than anything, I'm afraid of losing you. Ever since David died, I've kept this inate fear that if someone I'd loved at some point would leave this world so abruptly, that others would eventually follow. I've cried myself to sleep several times these last few years. I crawl into bed worrying sick about Jason and Mark, even if I'm in the same headquarters with them. I worry sick over Jake and Chance after I talk to them, wondering if it will be the last time I will share a laugh or wish them good luck when they take that jet and play their little vigilante game. I worry sick over the others, over Hans, Tasha, Ryder (I do wonder what he's doing now), Stormcrow, Gracie, Cole, McGrath....

I worry sick wondering that it will be the last night you'll hold me and say you love me.

To add to my fears, despite what the doctor said, I worry sick thinking that I'll be never be able to conceive the kitten you want so much.

It's kind of ironic now that, as I read through what I've just written, I realized that lied to you, too. Without saying a word, I lied, too.

And, I'm sorry, Joe. I'm very, truly sorry.

Just remember that, no matter what happens, no matter what will happen, I'll never stop loving you. You are the tom that walked into my life when I feeling at my lowest. You're the one that's stuck by me through thick and thin when others weren't able to. You're the one that's saved my life, that's reassured me that things will be alright, that's proved through numerous obstacles that I am one lucky she-kat to have someone like you.

That's never going to change, Joe. I'll stick by you, no matter what. Whatever the future holds for us, I'll still be here for you, Mi Vida.

Love,
Trina

It seems like only yesterday that Joe and I were married. We've officially reached one year together, and despite the hardships, it's been one of the best years of my life. I never thought that I'd find a tom that was so kind, so patient, and so caring like Joe is. He's stuck to me through thick and thin, and even convinced me that things could be a whole lot worse.

Now we're in one of those situations where we have no choice but believe that things could be worse. We're still on the run from that demoness Swytch. Joe's made it clear to her that he's never going to give up his soul to her, no matter what evidence is presented. I honestly don't know what's happening in Megakat City, but all I know is that Joe is wanted for a murder that supposedly happened back in the day when he was still with the mob. We're in a motel in Kat Vegas right now, paid courtesy of Enzo Katpone's new bride. I suppose this could count as a second honeymoon.

I still can't believe we ended up staying in his home... apparently Shades owed Joe a favor or something for saving her life back in the day. Still, I had to sleep with an eye open. And, it all became even when Joe and I were witness to their quickie wedding here in Vegas.

I don't know what we're going to do at this point, or where we're going to go. We're low on money and the bank has frozen our assets until we turn ourselves over, even if we've done nothing wrong. I probably should've stayed and let Joe go considering I'm innocent of any crime.

But, I'd never leave him to face this alone. His soul was given to me when we got married. It doesn't belong to HER. If she wants it, she's going to have to go through me. I made a promise to myself - whatever it takes, I WILL protect my husband, no matter what the cost.