August 10, 1998...
Mal quietly closed the door and turned to his darkened apartment. The sound of a snoring Sandra floated down the hall. He cackled slightly, and headed to his old kitchen. Pulling a drink out of his fridge, he flicked the light. He headed down the hall to his bathroom, setting the drink on the coffee table.
In his bathroom, he stared at the dark circles under his eyes. The case he had been working on with Ken had run him turned the water to the shower on, and pulled out his toothbrush. While waiting for the water to warm, he slowly brushed his teeth. Leaning down to spit, something in the trash can caught his eye.
The shower had fogged the glass while he stared at the test. Sandra was pregnant.

Sandra tip-toed down the hall to see what was taking Mal so long. Halfway to the door, she saw the steam coming out from under the door. Fearing he saw, she continued to the bathroom and prepared to knock. Dawdling, her mind came up with every possible scenario. Mal getting angry and being happy and hugging her. Or the work-worn,tired Mal shoving her aside.
"I know your out there." Snadra took a gulp of air and pushed the door open. "How long until you told?"
"I was going to tell you when you got home, but I guess I feel asleep." He looked back and forth between his wife and the pregnancy test. "So, what do you think?"
"I think I'm an idiot. We don't have the money for a kid or the time. But I'm happy." He shot her the Fallon grin, cerulean eyes shining, and hugged her.

Present day...
Natara patiently waited in her living room for Cassie, Mal's fourteen year old daughter, to come out of the bathroom. She had been taking her father's kidnaping hard. Mal had gotten full rights in the divorce, apparently it was better to never be home than cheat on your spouse, and had given Natara custody should anything happen to him.
"Cassie, we are doing everything in our power to find him. Trust me, I am doing everything in my power. Even working with a wanted felon." Hearing this, she poked her head out.
"Do you mean Grandpa Jacob?" I nodded." You must really want him back." Again I nodded, and she stepped into the cramped living area. "Can I help?''
"We'll see."