4 Years after the wedding.
To him it was still like a dream. Every morning he would awaken before her and watch her sleep. He was afraid he would wake up one day and it would all be a dream, but there she was his angel. She opened her eyes and smiled. That smile still warmed his heart and sent chills down his spine. It had been a year since they moved into their dream home, four bedrooms, and two a half baths, gourmet kitchen, and Angela's favorite- whirlpool tub big enough for two. Also a swimming pool, sandbox, swing set and Bobby built a tree house for him and Jimmy to play in.
"I caught you again," she laughed and stretched. She moved closer to her husband and they began to kiss. "It's Saturday, no alarm to stop us today."
"Mommy, Daddy, I hungry!" Their 3 year old son Jimmy came running and climbed into the bed. He crawled in between his mom and dad. "Make Jimmy sanwich!" he laughed.
Bobby and Angela came close to Jimmy to make the Jimmy sandwich and he squealed with delight.
"I warned you about putting him to bed early last night," laughed Angela.
"It's ok; me and the little guy have big plans today. Don't we Jimmy?" Bobby held Jimmy up over his head. Jimmy started acting like an airplane.
"Really, do I get to join in," asked Angela. She snuggled closer to Bobby.
"Nope, just boys, no girls allowed," said Bobby.
"No, girls," said Jimmy. "Mommy isn't a girl, dad. She is a mommy," Jimmy looked confused.
"Well no mommies allowed," he said putting Jimmy back down on the bed.
"But why not, I love mommy," asked Jimmy. He hugged Angela.
"Yeah, why not daddy," asked Angela, as she tried not to laugh.
"Cause it's a secret Jimmy," Bobby put his finger to his lips.
"Ohhhh okay. Sowwwy Mommy," Jimmy frowned at Angela. "Next time."
"Well maybe we will just have to get a baby sister for me to play with," Angela said and folded her arms pretending to pout.
"Oh, that could be arranged," Bobby said as he turned over to cuddle with his wife.
"We get one at the store mommy while dad and I are out," Jimmy said as he jumped up and down on the bed.
Bobby and Angela laughed. Just then, the phone rang; Angela answered it.
"Hello...Ok, thanks Sam," said Angela as she hung up the phone. "Bobby, put the TV on CNBS."
Bobby turned on the TV.
Colin Mahoney was arrested today in NYC for the shooting death of his second wife Vickie Mahoney. It was believed that Mahoney was also responsible for the death of his first wife Fiona and her lover Liam 18 years ago. Vickie and Colin have a 9 year old son who is being held by the foster care system since Mahoney and his deceased wife have no known relatives. Mahoney claims he is innocent. We will have further updates as they become available.
Bobby turned off the TV; Angela was in shock.
"I'm hungry!" said Jimmy as he pulled on Bobby's pajama pants.
"Daddy will get you breakfast. Come on little fella," Bobby picked up Jimmy, put him on his shoulders and took him down stairs to the kitchen. Bobby figured Angela would talk about it when she was ready. A few minutes later she came downstairs already dressed.
"He wouldn't kill her Bobby. I know he is innocent. We have to help him. I have to go get Joey," Angela was talking a mile a minute.
"Slow down Angela," said Bobby, fixing Jimmy some cereal and milk. He knew not to start his regular big breakfast he cooked on the weekends after hearing the news. Jimmy knew the difference he looked up at his dad when all the got was cereal, but it was his favorite, Coco Puffs. "You know I can't get involved. We can go get Joey, but I can't get involved in this case since he is your father. He might not be guilty of this, but your father isn't an innocent man."
Angela gave him a look; he had never seen her look at him that way. It was the look of disappointment. She was disappointed in her husband.
"I'm going to get Joey, you stay here with Jimmy," she went over and kissed Jimmy. She walked out the room without giving her husband a kiss.
Bobby felt a stabbing pain in his chest. He sat at the table with Jimmy and ran his hand through his hair.
"Don't be sad, Daddy. It's okay, I eat cereal instead of pancakes," smiled Jimmy, as he patted his dad's hand.
Bobby smiled at his son, and rubbed the top of his head. He had to do something. He couldn't let Angela down.
Bobby started looking up phone numbers. Who could he call to baby sit little Jimmy? Donny walked in, he used his house key that Bobby and Angela gave him, and Jimmy yelled:
"Donny! Donny! Want some cereal," he asked.
"No thanks, little squirt," Donny said as he rubbed his head. "You two aren't ready yet?"
He looked to see if Angela was around. "Isn't today the day we were suppose to go shopping for Angela's birthday present?"
Bobby had totally forgotten about the shopping in all of the mornings' commotion. He rubbed his forehead. "Oh geez, I'm sorry I forgot. We're going to have to reschedule that for another day. I need you to watch Jimmy for me. Can you do that," asked Bobby as he headed upstairs to get dressed.
"Yeah, sure, Uncle Bobby," Donny said, but Bobby had already disappeared up the stairs.
Bobby got dressed and grabbed his badge and gun. He headed back downstairs.
"Where is Angela," asked Donny.
"I don't have time to explain. If you need anything just call me on my cell," Bobby kissed Jimmy on his forehead and headed toward the door, and then he turned to Donny.
"Thanks Donny."
"No problem, Uncle Bobby," said Donny.
Bobby got into his car and dialed his cell phone, "Eames, I need your help. Can you meet me at One PP?"
Angela had stopped at the bank. She needed to get important papers out of her safety deposit box. After getting the papers she headed to Social Services.
"I need to find out where Joey Mahoney is being kept," Angela asked the first person she saw upon entering the Social Services building.
"I am sorry, that is privileged information," the woman said.
"I am here to pick him up," Angela said. "I am his sister."
"We were under the impression he had no relatives," she said. "We sent him to a group home."
"Well I am his sister! I am here now, so you go get him, or I will," said Angela loudly.
The woman's supervisor came out of his office to see what the commotion was and approached Angela.
"What is the problem," he asked.
"The problem is my brother Joey Mahoney is being kept in a group home, when his sister is right here with a good home and I want to take him there right now!" insisted Angela angrily.
"Calm down Miss. Do you have any proof," he asked.
"Here is my birth certificate, my name change, a signed affidavit and my marriage license," said Angela.
"So you were Deidra Boyle on your birth certificate, then had your name changed to Angelique Rossi, got married so you're now Angelique Goren. This is a signed affidavit saying you're the daughter of Colin Mahoney. You have a lot of aliases. I am not sure you would be the right guardian for Joey," he said.
"Listen I am a doctor. I am the head of the Psychology Department of Hudson University; my husband is a detective in the Major Case Squad of the NYPD. If you have anyone with better qualifications than that, I want to see those papers now!" she demanded. "Now unless you want a major lawsuit on your hands, I suggest you turn my brother over to me now!" Angela's fist were balled up at her side and her jaw was clinched.
"Uh, Mrs. Jones call the home and have Joey brought here ASAP," he said. He started to sweat uncontrollably. She was small but he was afraid of her.
"Yes, sir," said Mrs. Jones. She smiled; she liked seeing her boss sweat.
Within a half hour Joey arrived. He ran up to Angela and gave her a hug.
"I was so scared," he said, as he held her tight around the neck.
"I know its ok, you're coming home with me," she picked him up and started to carry him out. "Where are his clothes?"
"He didn't have anything. The police kept it all," said Mrs. Jones.
"We will see about that. Let's get you home first Joey. Then your sister will have to battle with the police," said Angela, as she carried Joey to the car.
