A/N: For my purposes: Caleb isn't a criminal, and the Nana never had cancer. This takes place after Ryan and Lindsey begin to get along, but before they began to feel stronger feelings for each other. They are just lab partners. Also, Seth and Summer are together. I think that's everything (I hope)!

A/N part 2: Due to a review I received on , apparently I need to add the disclaimer that I in no way agree with the view points depicted by Jacob Cohen and company. I have absolutely no problem with German people and am only writing a fictional villain.

This is the final chapter of Grandpa Cohen. It's really REALLY short, so it's really more of an epilogue - believe it or not. I actually planned all along to end it this way. I've really enjoyed writing this, and I thank everyone who reviewed and encouraged me to finish it. I'll be back to work on my other WIP's now that this is finished. Thanks again for all the support!

Caleb Nichol settled back on the love seat with a contented sigh. He smiled and glanced around the music room. Seth and Summer were snuggled up together on the sofa. For once they weren't having one of their infamous "debates". The high school sweethearts were home for Christmas vacation after the first semester of their sophomore year at RISD and Brown respectively. Sandy and Kirsten were seated beside them and also cuddling on the couch as they spoke with Brooke.

It had been three years since that horrible day in this very room. Caleb reached over to touch the shoulder where the terrorist's bullet had torn through and grazed Ryan. He didn't remember very much of the following events, all Caleb could remember was waking up at the hospital in a bed near his grandson. Fortunately Ryan wasn't terribly injured; the teen had passed out from the pain of his fall. It wasn't until the next day that Caleb learned of the sequence of events for that fate filled afternoon.

One of the police officers present at the trial was actually a secret member of the Zealots. It had been decided that his position was too important to give up. He had slipped the woman, another member, the small handgun so that she could kill who they blamed for their failed mission and the arrest of their best team: Ryan. It didn't take the FBI long to smoke out the terrorist police officer, and they were all now serving consecutive sentences for the assassination of the Aide to the Federal Chancellor and attempted murder of Ryan.

Caleb's eyes fell on his adopted grandson. Ryan was sitting at the piano absently playing a soft melody as he smiled at his girlfriend of two years, Brooke. Caleb knew that it wouldn't be long before he attended their wedding. It had taken a year or so, but Ryan had finally overcome the trauma that occurred in this very room. The entire family had celebrated the day that Ryan once again played Rose's piano – much to the teen's embarrassment. Even now, Ryan had a difficult time being here when the sun was out, but when it was dark Ryan could ignore the fact that he was three stories high.

Just then, Caleb's wife bustled into the room with a tray of eggnog. He stood to help her, but she shooed him away with a smile. Once the drinks were distributed, Sophie Nichol settled herself next to her husband on the love seat and smiled at her family. Caleb brushed his lips against her graying hair and then grinned at Ryan.

"Go ahead son, we're all here now." Caleb declared. Yes, his family was together and safe once again.

FINIS