PC Frank Reagan sipped from his water glass and checked the time on his wrist watch again. He hoped the isolation of the well-appointed banquet room in Peter Lugar's Steak House would provide enough privacy for his invited guest, Dr. Henry Morgan.

"It's exactly five minutes later than when you checked it earlier, Francis," Henry Reagan teased his son. "Relax. He'll be here." He munched on a bread stick.

Frank grunted a bit and reached for a bread stick. "And you know that how?" his eyebrows raised.

His father grinned and replied, "Turn around."

Frank turned in his seat to see his guest and two others walking towards him, led by a wait person. Frank smiled broadly and rose from his seat, extending his hand to them in greeting. "Doctor. Glad you could make it."

Henry shook his hand and motioned to his two companions. "Thank you again, Commissioner, for your gracious invitation. I hope you don't mind ... you did mention that I could bring someone with me."

"Of course," he replied. "Detective Martinez, Mr. Morgan; nice to see you both again."

They both smiled and returned his greeting. Henry held Jo's chair out for her and once she was seated, the four men seated themselves again.

The two Henry's gazes locked with each other's while Frank watched them for any spark of recognition between them. After a few moments, just when he'd decided that he should help them uncork their memories, his father spoke.

"I've been waiting more than 60 years to thank you for the great care you administered to my son when he was so small and ill." He extended his hand. "Thank you, Dr. Morgan."

Henry shook his hand, a smile mixed with gratitude and self consciousness adorned his face. "I was merely doing my job, Commissioner."

"And you did it well," he pointed at him. "I truly believe that my son survived that time because of your insistence on the level of treatment he received." He suddenly sat back in his chair. "You weren't fired because of that, were you?"

Henry shook his head and frowned slightly. "No, no, no. I left voluntarily, my wife and I." He glanced at Abe and Jo then back at the retired PC. "We, uh, decided that it was time to, uh ... "

"I'm sure you had a good reason, Doctor," the retired PC said. "No need to explain." The two men smiled appreciatively at each other.

The wait person had disappeared into the outer restaurant for a few minutes but now returned and approached their table. He took their wine and meal orders and disappeared again into the kitchen.

"I got one question, Doctor," the retired PC suddenly said. "Not gonna ask you who your makeup artist or personal trainer is, but my granddaughter-in-law, Linda, is set on matching you up with my granddaughter, Erin. But since you showed up with this lovely young lady, I'll bet it's safe to say that you're already taken; am I right?"

"Pops!" Frank looked away and buried his face into his hand. "Aw ... geez. Talk about embarrassing!" Frank muttered and glared disbelivingly at his father.

Both Henry and Jo fought to hide their deep blushes as they chuckled and fidgeted nervously.

Abe raised his eyebrows and looked at the retired PC and then at his greatly embarrassed son. "Well," he said. "Nice to know that I'm not the only son who gets embarrassed by some of the things his father says." He ignored his father's disapproving glower.

"Abraham!" Henry's look of disapproval slowly morphed into an unwilling grin and all of them burst into laughter.

The rest of the meal at the premier steak house went well with the good-natured banter of newly-formed friendships and promises of future get togethers.