[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NEvyrxPbk7zLyD_2_b/Inmate-Number-1-Movie-Danny-Trejo-Documentary.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center]

	Caesar was no fool. The tiny, subtle glances between father and daughter over the course of cleaning up the Exxon Valdez grade buttsplatter did not go unnoticed by the older man. He didn't say anything about it; after all, if they had family business that they wanted to keep private, that was their concern. Caesar trusted his brother. He trusted his niece, though she was young and sometimes uncertain, looking to her father for guidance. If there was something they needed to say to him, they would do so when they were ready.

	After Liam's bath, Benicio brought the little guy back into Thalia's bedroom. She was getting her own shower on the quick, and Caesar began to feel like an intruder. [color=orangered]"Hey, let me see my grandson."[/color] he spoke in his usual gravelly voice. Wordlessly, his brother strolled over to him with little Liam and carefully held him out to Caesar. He accepted the baby with the gentle experience of a veteran father, taking great care to cradle the head. Caesar spend a good, long moment looking down at Liam. [color=orangered]"A blue eyed Gonzalez."[/color] He laughed dryly. [color=orangered]"What do you think Papi would have said?"[/color] 

	[b]"He probably would have asked Alicia if the big guy had a sister for him."[/b] 

	The two of them had a quiet chuckle over that one, agreeing that indeed, that would be something he was likely to say. Personal entertainment aside, his views on mixed bloodlines ran a touch more to the conservative. Caesar was like that himself, in his younger years. Likely his father's influence. But looking down at the dark hair and bright blue eyes of his grandson, the little piece of Alicia that would live on, he wondered why he ever thought something so blatantly wrong. Thalia had parentage similar to Liam. Sometimes, Caesar even found it difficult to see the Mexican in her, such was the tumbling of the genetic dice. Her dark hair and hazel eyes were really the only things she had gotten from the Gonzalez line, the rest was in the details. But now Caesar wouldn't have it any other way. 

	Benicio held out his arms, offering to take Liam back from Caesar. Sighing, the elder Gonzalez relented, passing the baby back to his brother. [color=orangered]"Is everything good?"[/color] A not-too-subtle inquiry. Benicio knew his brother, and knew that he suspected something. [b]"Yeah, we're good. Just have to talk to M'hija about something. You get back downstairs, we will join you after a little bit."[/b] Caesar gave his brother a sideways look, holding it for a second or two before nodding, giving a quick [color=orangered]"Gracias"[/color] and exiting the room. 

	From the bathroom came the polite inquiry, "Hey Dad, is Caesar still out there?"

	Still holding the baby, Benicio answered, [b]"No. He just left."[/b]

	Thalia's casual voice faded into something much more businesslike as she responded, "Alright, let's do this." Stepping out of the bathroom in fresh clothes, she snatched up the flash drive and made for her performance laptop. "I wish I had an isolator kit for this... guess I'll just have to make due." Without further adieu, she plugged the drive into her machine while Benicio hit the locks on the doors.