Jax cradled his left elbow and winced as Amy took a scissors to the sleeve of his shirt. "Now Amy, is that any way to talk to me? Or do you call all the men who are drooling over your feminine charms babies?"

Amy finished her job, exposing the cut to Jax’s left shoulder, before answering. "No, Jax," she replied, walking around to the front of him and checking the supply of gauze pads and sterile tape. "The only men I call babies are the ones who are dumb enough to go into law enforcement, and then shake in their boots when it comes to getting a simple shot!"

"But it’s gonna hurt, Amy!" Jax whined. He peered towards the filled syringe. "You used a bigger needle than normal on that, didn’t you?"

She leaned towards him. "Maybe that’s because you’re so much…..bigger….." she purred, "…..than most of our other patients!"

Amy was still ignoring Jax’s pleas when the door of the trauma room in General Hospital’s ER opened. A tall, dark-haired, swarthy doctor breezed into the room, his white lab coat flapping as he walked. "So, Jax, what did you do this time? Gunshot? Broken bone? Snake bite?"

"Nothing that exotic, I’m afraid, Doctor Kovac," Amy answered, showing the doctor Jax’s chart. "A simple cut to the left shoulder." The doctor peered at the cut and then made some notes in Jax’s chart as Amy went on. "I figured you’d need to put in a few stitches so I drew the lidocaine and got the supplies you’d need."

Dr. Luka Kovac nodded, made a few more notes, and then signed off briskly on the chart. "Good work, Amy." Jax never saw Dr. Kovac wink at Amy – he only had eyes for the syringe as the doctor uncapped it and pressed on the plunger, causing some of the lidocaine to shoot straight up into the air. "I think we should be able to close this with only about 20 or 25 stitches, don’t you think?"

"20 or 25 stitches??!!!" Jax’s bellow rattled the door of the trauma room. "Are you NUTS?? That’s only a shallow cut!" Jax looked anxiously at Amy as Dr. Kovac swabbed the area with betadyne. "Are you sure he’s a real doctor, Amy? I mean, doesn’t that funny accent mean that he didn’t get his diploma yet?"

"Funny accent?" Amy came closer to assist Dr. Kovac as he prepared to inject the numbing medicine. "Isn’t that kinda like the pot calling the kettle black, Jax?"

"Now, Lieutenant Jacks, if you’ll just hold still, you might feel a little sting, followed by a brief burning sensation….." Dr. Kovac’s voice trailed off but was followed quickly by Jax’s abbreviated yelp of pain. "There now," the doctor crooned, "that was the worst of it." He withdrew the syringe and handed it to Amy. "Now, I’ll just let that numb up for a few minutes and then we’ll close the wound with a few sutures."

Jax’s grousing was interrupted when Blue walked into the trauma room. "See, I told them at the front desk I could find my partner without their help." She strolled over to the bed where Jax frowned at her. "I just told them I would follow the loudest screaming and that would be Lieutenant Jacks, getting his pain shot." Blue stopped short when she saw Dr. Kovac, her eyes widening as she eyed him up and down. "Well, I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching you sew up my partner before, Doctor. I’m Sergeant Barr of the PCPD, but you can just call me Blue," she purred, extending her hand.

Dr. Kovac returned a crooked smile to Blue as he continued to work on Jax. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Blue," he nodded. "I would shake your hand but I’m afraid I’m a little ….. pre-occupied…..at the present." Jax frowned at the doctor and his partner but Luka totally ignored him. "Amy," the doctor murmured, "could you please go get me a few more 4 by 4’s?" He winked at the blonde nurse. "And one of our special super-hero adhesive bandages for Lieutenant Jacks when he’s finished."

Blue stifled a smile as Amy nodded and left the room. "Stop playing the Dating Game and tell me what’s going on with our Jane Doe, Blue," Jax growled. He glanced once towards where the doctor was closing his wound but then looked away with a grimace. "And I thought I told you to stay with her at all times!"

"Don’t get so bent out of shape, Jax," Blue replied calmly. She took a seat on the gurney next to Jax on his right side while Dr. Kovac continued to work on the left. "Tony Jones was called in to consult on Jane because it appeared to be a head injury. I was able to talk to him for just a few minutes, but he couldn’t really tell me much. He’s sending her upstairs for a head CT and should know more once he sees the results of that."

"And you let her go up there alone?" Jax’s distress even made him forget that a doctor was sewing his shoulder back together as he tried to bolt from the gurney to protect his witness. "Are you nuts? The only woman who’s ever seen the Dockside Slasher’s face and lived to tell about it, and you let her out of your sight unguarded?"

"The Dockside Slasher?" Dr. Kovac snipped off the suturing instrument. "The serial killer who’s been mutilating young woman and making my professional life miserable? You finally have someone who can possibly identify that animal?"

Blue ignored Jax, turning towards the doctor. "She’s one gutsy broad, our Jane Doe. The Slasher was trying to carjack her and she fought him for the keys until he caught her with a left hook." Then she finally shot Jax a dirty look. "And no, I didn’t send her up to x-ray alone. I sent Ardanowski with her in case she wakes up along the way and can tell us anything."

Just then, the door to the trauma room opened and Amy came inside carrying a large, backpack-style purse. "Well, I’ve got a news flash for you all. The paramedics just gave us this at the front desk – they got it out of your Jane Doe’s car."

Dr. Kovac had barely finished taping down the gauze when Jax jumped off the table and grabbed for the purse. "Let me see that….."

Blue applied a hand to his chest and pushed him back on the gurney. "Not so fast, D-D. You stay put till Doctor Kovac says you’re OK to stand up -- *I’ll* see if there’s any ID in here."

Jax swore beneath his breath while Blue started rummaging through the purse. Dr. Kovac taped down the gauze and then pulled off his surgical gloves. "That should about do it, Lieutenant Jacks. You should know the drill by now – keep it dry and clean and come back in a week to get the sutures removed."

"Thanks." Jax hardly looked at the doctor because his eyes were glued to Blue. He grabbed for his chambray shirt and gingerly slipped his left arm back through the sleeve. "So – what’s the deal? Got anything there with her name on it?"

Blue was flipping through the credit card section of a wallet. "Bingo. Says here our lady is one Brenda Barrett." She turned the wallet sideways to read from the driver’s license. "She must have been on her way home when the Slasher changed her plans. Looks like she lives in one of those old rehabbed brownstones down by the docks."

Amy peered over Blue’s shoulder and smiled. "Well, *that’ll* make the paper pushers upstairs happy – a Blue Cross card." She grabbed at the identification card and waved it over her head like a trophy. "I’ll just take this and start the paperwork to get Miss Barrett registered under her real name."

Jax caught her by the arm as Amy prepared to leave the trauma room. "No – don’t do that." He was suddenly aware that everyone in the room was staring at him. "Keep her on the books as a Jane Doe for now."

"But the bureaucrats will start having heart attacks of their own if they think there’s a charity case here and Dr. Jones ordered expensive diagnostic tests!" Amy’s objections fell on deaf ears as Jax was reaching for his bomber jacket.

"Look, Amy, I don’t care if the bureaucrats all drop dead tonight," Jax snarled. He looked down the nozzle of his .457 Magnum and then shoved it back into his shoulder holster with a slight wince. "My main objective right now is keeping Miss Barrett alive long enough to talk to her about what she saw tonight before the Slasher punched her lights out."

Dr. Kovac looked up from Jax’s file, where he had been making notes. He was perched on the edge of the gurney and Blue was still lingering closer to him than to her partner. "Do you really think this maniac would be foolish enough to try to kill her here? In the middle of a busy hospital? I thought his victims were usually attacked in dark alleys or deserted parking lots."

Jax shrugged. "It’s possible. This is the first time he’s ever faced a situation where somebody could identify him. And if Miss Barrett can give us enough details to put together a composite, or even pick him out of a line-up, the Slasher will be first in line for the execution chamber in Albany."

Tony Jones put his head through the exam room door. "Is Sergeant Barr in here?" He nodded a greeting towards Jax, whom he had met on other visits to the Emergency Room. "Lieutenant Jacks."

"I’m over here, Dr. Jones." Blue stood reluctantly after raising a warning eyebrow at Amy. She gave Dr. Kovac one last smile before walking over to the neurologist. "Any news on our witness?"

He glanced down at some large x-ray folders in his hands. "I’ve reviewed the films on your Jane Doe and she doesn’t appear to have suffered a serious concussion. She’ll probably come around tomorrow morning with a h*ll of a headache, but I don’t think you can expect any level of consciousness before then."

"Where is she now?" Jax was already at the door.

"I had her transferred to a room on the sixth floor for the night, Lieutenant," Tony answered. "But I’m telling you, you might as well go home and get some rest. She won’t be answering any questions before morning, and I understand you were wounded in the confrontation."

Jax smiled and nodded his thanks to Tony but then was all work as he looked back towards his partner. "I’m on my way up to the sixth floor, Blue. Handle my paperwork here and call me in sick with Mac for tomorrow, alright? And see what you can do about keeping the media from finding our witness. The last thing we need at this point is a bunch of nosey reporters hanging around her hospital room."

Blue sighed as Jax was out the door before she could even answer. She looked over her shoulder at Dr. Kovac. "I’m the real brains of the team, you know. He just hasn’t realized yet that he would be just another pretty face without me around to clean up after him."

Dr. Kovac rose to his feet. "Sergeant Barr, would you care to join me for a cup of the worst coffee in the world in our lounge? I believe I have some releases that you’ll need to sign for Lieutenant Jacks’ treatment tonight."

Blue smiled and linked her arm through the doctor’s. "Darlin’, that’s the best offer I’ve had in a LONG time."

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Jax quietly pushed open the door to room 633. Just as he was about to put his head inside, a shadow flashed from the corner and shoved him back into the hallway. "PCPD. Visitors for this patient have to be approved….."

"V! V! It’s me, Jax!" Jax pushed the door back against the petite officer’s weight.

He almost fell flat on his face as she recognized her superior officer’s voice. "Oh, Lieutenant Jacks!! I’m sooooo sorry." Jax caught himself before he landed on the floor in the doorway and needed more stitches. "Sergeant Blue told me you were downstairs getting your arm stitched! I didn’t know how serious it was and she was very specific about me not letting anybody past this doorway! I was only trying to do….."

Jax held up a hand, although he was seriously tempted to clap it across her mouth. "It’s OK, V! I understand!" Once patrolwoman V. Ardanowski stepped aside and Jax’s eyes got accustomed to the dim lighting in the room, he could make out a nurse standing next to his eyewitness’s bed. "What’s going on?"

"Nurse Spencer is just checking Miss Barrett’s vital signs, Jax. They just got her settled in a few minutes ago, but I’ve already taken steps to set up a perimeter….."

Jax patted V on the arm absently as his gaze never left the bed. "Thanks, V. Good job. You go on back to the station and I’ll take over from here."

V looked anxiously back and forth between the bed and Jax’s face. She wasn’t that close to Jax, but the circumstances surrounding Miranda’s death and how it affected him were common knowledge around the precinct. "Jax," she whispered gently, "why don’t you go home and try to get some rest? I’ll stay here with Miss Barrett and then tomorrow morning you can…."

"NO, V!" The Jax’s adamant reply made Bobbie turn around and shoot him a dirty look. He grimaced his apology and then leaned towards V. "I’m staying here tonight, V, and there’s nothing you can do to talk me out of it." He patted V on the back. "Besides, Mac isn’t about to approve overtime for this little stint what with all the budget overruns, and you know you can’t afford to do this out of the goodness of your heart."

V opened her mouth to object again but when Jax glared at her, she realized arguing was futile. "OK, I’ll go," she groused, looking back at the bed. "Maybe I’ll check downstairs with Blue and see if she needs any help."

"She’d probably appreciate that." Jax was already walking towards the bed as he waved a distracted good-bye to his comrade. V slipped out the door of the room quietly as Jax came up behind Bobbie. "How’s she doin’, Bobbie?"

Bobbie Spencer Jacks took the earplugs of her stethoscope out of her ears and folded the instrument before placing it back in her pocket. "She’s sleeping quietly, Jax," she replied with a smile, glancing towards his shoulder. "The real question is, how are you?"

Jax flexed his shoulder tentatively. "I’ll live. Just a few stitches this time – nothing that will earn me any sympathy with that husband of yours or any of my other brothers."

Bobbie shook her head. "I know I’ve only been a part of this crazy family for a while, but I don’t think I’ll *ever* understand why you guys have this insane macho Olympics going on about "who’s got the biggest scar." She smiled briefly but then became serious. "V was right though, Jax. Miss Barrett won’t be coming around until the morning. You should get some rest."

He glanced over towards a large, ugly, orange vinyl chair in the corner of the room. "I will, Bobbie." He laughed a little and pointed towards the piece of institutional furniture. "I’ll just sack out in that chair over there."

Bobbie laughed as she went to the foot of Brenda’s bed and made some notes. "I think they must have given you something stronger than lidocaine downstairs if you think you can sleep in one of those torture racks!" She replaced the chart and walked towards the door. "Remember, Jax – you have to take care of yourself, too. The rest of the family would kill me if they thought I let you push yourself too hard."

"I promise I’ll try and catch a few winks, Bobbie." He looked back towards Brenda and could see her chest rising and falling rhythmically in sleep. "I just can’t leave her…..not until we catch the Slasher."

Bobbie patted Jax on the arm and then left the room with a swishing sound. The room lit briefly while the door was open but then, once it closed again, Jax was plunged into semi-darkness with his charge. He slowly approached the bed, fighting the memories that threatened to rob him of his sanity.

{It’s not like before. You never did this with Miranda, Jax. She never made it this far.} He swallowed hard and glanced over to where machines sat at the ready in the event Brenda suffered a setback. {Maybe it was better that way. You never had to make a decision to take her off life support. That d*mn drunk driver made all the decisions for you…..}

Jax brushed quickly at his eyes when a tear threatened to roll down his cheek. Then suddenly, he inhaled quickly and looked down at Brenda’s hand. Even though Blue had gone through her wallet, it never occurred to him that there might be a husband somewhere, agonizing because his wife never made it home on time. Jax reached out and lifted Brenda’s left hand into the light. No ring mark on her third finger. Of course, that didn’t rule out the possibility that she didn’t routinely wear a ring.

After placing her hand back gently on her stomach, Jax turned back to the orange leatherette chair. Sure enough, V had brought the backpack purse up from the ER and dumped it on the chair. He walked slowly over to it and picked it up before settling gingerly into the rigid piece of furniture. Jax rotated his shoulder again, wincing at the twinges of pain that were now starting to fight their way through the numbing block. He took a deep breath and then, after telling himself he was only doing it for her own good, Lieutenant Jasper Jacks dumped the contents of Brenda Barrett’s purse into his lap.

Jax had to shake his head and smile. He set aside the wallet to tunnel through the rest of the contents. {Usual female cr*p. Lipstick, eye-liner, blusher, tissues, comb, pack of gum, mini-perfume-atomizer, a sewing kit, small bag of safety pins…..} Jax shuddered. {……tampons…..} A frown appeared as he pushed the cosmetics aside. {…..Geez……there must be……two, three, four……..no, *six* prescription bottles and a collapsible cup…….} He held the bottles at arm’s length so he could read the labels. {…..Xanax, Meprobamate, Librium……Is she some kind of addict?} He was relieved when he saw legitimate doctors’ names and dates on the bottles. {But why would one little lady need so many different kinds of pills?}

He gathered up all the bottles and dumped them back into her purse, followed by the cosmetic supplies. Jax opened the wallet again. {No Medic Alert card – she must not have anything life-threatening…..} He was in the middle of making a mental note to ask Bobbie what those medicines were for when he heard a noise outside Brenda’s hospital room door.

In a heartbeat, Brenda’s purse was on the floor and Jax’s back was flat against the wall, his hand on the butt of his .457 Magnum. With deadly calm, he waited as the door to Brenda’s room opened a half-inch, an inch, two inches……and when he could see the hand and part of the wrist that was pushing it open, Jax drew the weapon and whirled to point it at the head of the intruder. "FREEZE!" he hissed, his feet wide apart and pistol gripped in both hands. "PCPD!!"

"GEEZ!! Jax, don’t do that!!" Mac Scorpio, Port Charles Police Commissioner was pale as a ghost and patted his chest with the flat of his hand. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Jax glanced warily over at Brenda, who was still sleeping soundly. "I could say the same for you, boss," Jax replied through gritted teeth as he re-holstered his weapon. "Haven’t you ever heard of knocking, or announcing your intention to enter a secure room?"

"Since when did I authorize police protection for ……" He gestured towards the bed with a question in his voice.

"Barrett, Brenda Barrett." Jax put a hand to Mac’s chest to push him back out into the hallway. "And you didn’t authorize protection for her. I’m here on my own time, Mac. I’m entitled to a day off after the little present the Slasher gave me this afternoon," he said dryly, rolling his shoulder and grimacing for effect. "And if babysitting an unconscious witness is how I choose to spend it, it’s my own business."

Mac continued to try to peer around Jax, attempting to see into the darkened hospital room. But once the door to Brenda’s room shut behind him, Jax was the proverbial immovable object. "Is that Barrett, as in Harlan Barrett’s daughter? As in Barrett Industries?"

"Bloody h*ll if I know." Jax shrugged and crossed his arms in a devil-may-care pose. "And by the way – what brings *you* out at this time of night?" Mac was still pale after facing the business end of Jax’s .457 Magnum. "I can’t imagine that the mayor is approving time-and-a-half for you on this one either, chief."

Mac sighed and looked around in the hallway, putting his hands on his hips. "If you must know, I was on my way home and I thought I’d check on our witness." He came closer to Jax, adopting a confidential air. "The mayor’s been making my life a living h*ll about this Slasher, Jax. There’s a lot of pressure on me to make a bust, and soon -- you know that." He peered around Jax again. "If she can just give us a hint about what he looks like, or work with a sketch artist so we can put out a composite, it would certainly make things a lot easier for me, I have to tell ‘ya….."

"Well, I hate to disappoint you, but she hasn’t come ‘round since we got to the hospital. The doctor says he thinks it’s a mild concussion. According to Tony Jones, she won’t be doing any talking until tomorrow morning at the earliest."

Mac scratched his head in frustration and made a face. "Yeah, I know. Blue told me that downstairs, but I had to come up here and see for myself….."

Jax crossed his arms and leaned against the door jamb, still blocking anyone going in or out of Brenda’s room. "I was wondering how you got up here. Usually Blue’s pretty tenacious once given a perimeter to hold."

Mac leaned towards Jax, parting his hair on the side and holding it back. "You want to see where she almost hit me with an IV pole?" He shook his head as Jax chuckled. "She’s down there at the entrance to the elevators, swinging it around like some kind of knight at a jousting tournament, keeping the media guys at a safe distance." He sighed again and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Well, I guess I’ll head on home. Felicia’s probably getting worried by now. If you’re sure there won’t be anything new on this front until tomorrow morning….."

Jax straightened up and pushed the door open slightly. "I promise I’ll call you as soon as she wakes up, chief."

Mac nodded. "Good." He smiled and was about to pat Jax on his sore shoulder when he thought better of it, his hand freezing in mid-air. Mac sheepishly withdrew the hand to Jax’s silent thanks. "Call me tomorrow as soon as there’s any news. Lord knows a bust on this one would give me something to be thankful for this year besides Felicia’s turkey."

Jax watched Mac stroll back down the hallway until he was out of earshot. "That won’t be the only turkey in your house this Thanksgiving, chief," he muttered sarcastically, pushing the door to Brenda’s room open with his shoulder and going inside once again. He walked back to the bed and stared down at his still-unconscious charge. Brenda seemed to stir and moan softly but when Jax reached out and touched her arm, she quieted. "Shhhh," he crooned, stroking her arm lightly. "Don’t fret, pretty lady. Nobody’s going to hurt you. Ever. I promise you that."

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The opening of the door to Brenda’s room roused Jax from a fitful sleep. He had finally managed to find a comfortable position around 2:30 in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he was about to grab for his weapon when he recognized Bobbie leaning over Brenda’s bed. "Hey," he mumbled, wiping sleep from his eyes as he rose from the chair. "Weren’t you just on duty last night?"

"I pulled a double shift since Jerry’s out of town," Bobbie said, glancing back over her shoulder at her brother-in-law. She lifted Brenda’ wrist and was counting the pulse as Jax came over to her. "Did you get any sleep at all?"

"Enough." Jax looked down at Brenda, who seemed to be frowning slightly in her sleep. "Is she alright? Why is she making funny faces?"

Bobbie smiled at Jax and patted him on the arm. "She’s coming out of it. I’m going to go page Dr. Jones. If she wakes up while I’m gone, just try to keep her calm until I get back."

Jax nodded and Bobbie was out of the room in a flash. By the time he turned back to Brenda, she was moaning softly and turning her head from side to side on the pillow. "Shhh, it’s OK. Don’t be frightened," Jax whispered. Just as he reached down to gently push the hair back off her forehead, Brenda’s eyes shot open. Jax gave her a warm smile. "Welcome back to us, Miss Barrett. You gave us quite a scare, you know."

Brenda’s eyes darted around the room, panic making them look even larger and deeper than they already were. "Where……where am I? What happened?" She shrank back from Jax into the bed. "Who are you?"

"Let’s see – in order – you’re in General Hospital," he smiled. "You were in a car accident, and I’m Lieutenant Jasper Jacks of the Port Charles Police Department."

Brenda was still visibly shaking when Bobbie returned to the room with Tony just behind her. He pushed Bobbie to the side as soon as he saw that Brenda was awake. "Miss Barrett – I’m Doctor Tony Jones. Do you know where you are?"

She lifted a trembling hand to point towards Jax. "This man says I’m in General Hospital – that I was in an accident. He says he’s a policeman." She blinked back tears. "I want to go home."

"That’s right." Brenda pulled away and flinched when Tony tried to shine his penlight into her eyes. "Can you tell me what day this is?"

Brenda blinked twice, trying desperately to keep from pulling the sheets over her head and screaming bloody murder. "It’s something in November – November 6, I think. Can I go home now?"

Tony smiled and took the chart that Bobbie handed him. "Close enough. It’s the morning of the 7^th."

Brenda swallowed hard and looked towards Jax, who seemed to be waiting impatiently to speak to her. "Why is he here? Did you say I had an accident?" Her face grew pale and her hands flew up to her mouth. "Oh, my God – did I kill somebody? Is that why I can’t go home?"

Jax moved past Tony to stand closer to Brenda. "Miss Barrett – do you remember anything at all about yesterday afternoon? You were in a massive traffic jam on Market at Locust in downtown Port Charles……"

She clenched and unclenched the top sheet of the hospital bed for a way to relieve her terror. "I was coming home from……an appointment," she started, trying to keep the fright from coming across in her voice. "It was sleeting, and I was almost across the intersection……" Her eyes widened with the memory. "He hit me! The accident wasn’t my fault! It was that black pick-up truck that hit *me*!"

"That’s right, Miss Barrett, a man driving a black pick-up truck." Jax reached into his pocket for his pen and notebook. "Now do you remember what happened then? The man got out of the truck and came to your car…."

Brenda looked at Tony and Bobbie, who seemed to be conferring quietly at the foot of her bed. "The man came to my car," she said, sniffing once, "and he kept asking me for my keys. He wanted my keys but I wouldn’t give them to him." Tony and Bobbie had glanced up and she now seemed to have all of their attention. "Is that enough? Can I go home now?"

"But then there was a scuffle with the man, Miss Barrett. You pulled his ski mask off and then he punched you in the jaw." Jax felt a cold dread wash over him as Brenda’s face went blank. "Miss Barrett, do you remember him knocking you out?"

Jax felt like he had been the one punched in the gut when tears gathered in Brenda’s eyes. "I remember him threatening me if I didn’t give him the keys….." She grabbed for Jax’s hand. "Oh, please……please just let me go home! I promise I’ll be able to remember much more there!"

Tony came to push Jax gently away from Brenda. He lifted Brenda’s wrist and took her pulse, frowned, and then looked directly into her eyes. "Miss Barrett, what’s 7 times 8?"

"56."

"What’s the capitol of New York?"

"Albany." Brenda sniffed weakly. "Can we do math again? I always stank at geography."

Tony smiled and then leaned towards Brenda. "Miss Barrett, just how much do you remember about what happened yesterday afternoon?"

"I……I remember the pick-up truck hitting me, and the man coming and asking me for my keys." She choked up again and Tony handed her a tissue. "But after that – well, I’m really sorry, but I don’t remember a thing."
 
 
 

Author’s note: Blue calls Jax’s "D-D." It’s a nickname that will be explained in a future chapter. In this story, Bobbie is married to Jerry, and Jax has more than just one brother. His large family will interact with Brenda down the road. The character I introduced at the beginning, Dr. Luka Kovac, is a new addition this season on "ER." His character is Croatian and is definitely worth checking out! *g*