Callie sighed as she rounded the corner to the street she and Frank lived on. Her feet ached from a full 10 hours standing on them, but she'd at least gotten her paycheck. Her money had gone straight to the electric bill.

She pulled her keys out of the pocket of her pants, unlocking the front door. Frank would have gotten home before her, since it was payment day. She hoped he had preheated the oven like she asked him to.

"I'm home," Callie called as she opened the door. She hung up her keys on the hook, turning to head to the kitchen.

The living room was wrecked, furniture overturned and paper scattered around. A glass had been broken in the center of the room, most likely the decorative vase Callie had put on the coffee table. Callie gasped, dropping her purse.

"What the hell?" She gingerly stepped around the coffee table, heading for the kitchen to see if the destruction continued in there. She paused as she got around the couch, her face draining of color.

Frank was slouched against the couch, head down. A note was settled in his lap.

"Frank? Oh my god," Callie knelt at Frank's side, grabbing his shoulder and shaking it. "Frank, can you hear me?"

Frank groaned, shaking his head slightly.

"Thank god," Callie whispered, reaching out and putting her hand on Frank's chest. Her eyes caught the note, and she reached out to pick it up.

Keep snooping and Callie's gonna be a single mother.

"Callie?" Frank lifted his head, his eyes focusing on Callie's face. She put the note aside, taking Frank's face in her hands. He was trickling blood from a cut in the side of his forehead, and his lip was split.

"Frank, you scared me. What the hell happened?"

"A little while after I got home, four guys came in and started busting the place up. I tried to get to the phone, but they got to me first." Frank sat up a bit and hissed with pain, grabbing his right side. "They beat the hell out of me."

"Stay here. I'm gonna get a cloth for your head." Callie got to her feet, hurrying to the kitchen and wetting a washcloth. She returned to Frank's side, gently dabbing at the cut on his head.

"Guess my hunch was right," Frank muttered, looking down at the note.

"Hunch?" Callie wiped the blood from the side of Frank's face.

"I think I figured out who runs the mob, or at least the part that controls our debt. I was hoping I could blackmail him into forgiving our debt."

"Frank, I love you, but are you crazy? You really think you could blackmail the head of the mob into giving up our debts?" Callie took Frank's chin in one hand, gently turning his face toward hers.

"I just want to try everything, Callie. I don't want you to have to work for longer than you have to. I want you to be able to just be a mother."

"Oh, sweetheart…" Callie gently kissed the center of Frank's forehead. "I know you want to take control of the situation, and that you want this to get better, but if you keep meddling it's going to get you killed. Just let this play out. By the time the baby arrives, we'll be way past our debt. We'll be able to just be a happy family."

"I just don't trust it, Callie. I don't believe they'll just let us go when we've paid our debt."

"You have to believe. Everything will work itself out if we stop trying to change things. All you're doing by looking into this is putting yourself in danger." Callie set the washcloth aside. "Promise me that you'll stop snooping."

"Callie-"

"Promise me, Frank. I don't want you to get hurt."

After several moments of hesitation, Frank nodded.

"I promise."