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Chapter 50: A Late Night Visitor

Roman debated taking his gun as he pulled himself out of bed.  He glanced at the clock, which indicated it was just a few minutes before midnight.  Who the hell was pounding on his door at this hour?  He had to admit that he probably did not need the gun.  Most likely, if someone intended him harm, he would not knock hard enough to threaten to knock the front door of its hinges.  Roman took the gun it anyway.  Old habits die hard.

"Who's that?" Roman's grandson Will asked sleepily, as he poked his head through the door of his bedroom.

"Someone who is going to be very sorry in a couple minutes," Roman said.  The pounding downstairs continued.  "Go back to bed.  I'll take care of this."  Going down the stairs, Roman yelled, "I'm coming, okay?  Stop that racket."  There was another knock, and then it stopped just in time for Roman to yank open the door.  "Rafe, what the hell are you doing here?  It's midnight."

"Uh, yeah," Rafe said.  "I'm sorry about that.  I needed to talk to someone."

"It couldn't have waited 'til morning?"  Roman crossed his arms

"I don't know.  Maybe."  Rafe stepped past Roman into the living room.  "Look, it's EJ.  There's something he knows and he's using it to get a hold on Sami."

"And you think it's related to Sydney?"  Roman knew where this was going.


"Look, Rafe, I know you hate EJ.  He's not at the top of my Christmas card list either, but he's Sydney's father.  Under the circumstances, it's not that surprising that they're spending time together."

"Maybe."  Rafe looked down at the floor.  "I just think there's more to it.  The way Sami cancelled the memorial and then basically shooed Marlena out of Salem.  I just think there's something going on"

Roman yawned.  "I know you care for Sami."

"I love Sami," Rafe said adamantly.

"Okay, okay.  I know you love Sami."  Roman corrected himself and emphasized the word "love" to appease the man.  "But there really isn't much you can do about it at midnight.  So why don't you go home and get some sleep?  I'll do the same.  And tomorrow, when we're awake, we can discuss this further.  Okay?"

Rafe seemed to think about that for awhile, far longer than the suggestion required, so Roman put a hand on the younger man's shoulder and escorted him back to the door.  He tried to remind himself that Sami seemed torn between Rafe and EJ, and an FBI agent was far preferable than a DiMera, even if the DiMera seemed to have the lion's share of their collective brains.

"Tomorrow, Rafe.  Come to the station and we'll compare notes."


"But nothing," Roman said.  "It's late and I need to sleep.  If there's something going on with Sami and EJ, we'll find out soon enough.  You know Sami; she can't keep anything quiet."

"Fine," Rafe finally said as he stepped through the door.

"Good man.  Now go home, Rafe."  Roman did not wait for a response before he shut the door.