Disclaimer: Ugh…as always…I don't own them, I wish I did, but I don't.


The Three Amigos were finally together again, but none of them were happy about it.

Maria Guerin, Liz Evans, and Alex Whitman sat in a stunned silence as Liz mechanically drove towards Alex's house. Too much had happened that day and they were all dealing in their own ways.

Liz pulled up in front of the little blue house and they all got out of the Cherokee. After fumbling with the keys for a moment, Alex opened the front door and they went inside.

Maria curled up on the love seat, her knees drawn up close to her chest. Across the room, Liz slumped into a recliner and absently rocked. Alex was pacing between the two.

He finally broke the silence, "I still can't believe it. How could they do it?"

Maria looked up, her usually bright green eyes dull. Her voice sounded distant and eerily calm, "They always said they would. It was more important."

Liz flinched, "No. You're wrong, Maria."

"Am I?" she bit back.

"I refuse to believe it." Liz silently cursed the waver she heard in her voice. She understood Maria's hurt completely. Michael had made a promise to her long ago that he would never leave her.

"Whatever," Maria rolled her eyes and stared at the ceiling above her.

Liz turned to Alex, "Don't tell me you believe that too!" She was nearing hysteria by this point.

Alex stopped in mid-stride and looked at her seriously, "I don't know Liz. I'd like to believe that it's not true, but…" he trailed off, not wanting to say the accusing words, fearing that would make them true. Abandoned or not, he would always love his wife. But right now, it was just so hard to condone the actions that she and the others had taken.

Tears were running down Liz's cheeks but she ignored them. Max was gone. She had lost her happiness that day. The only thing that was giving her any strength was the small life growing within her. The life that Max hadn't even known about. Maybe if she had told him as soon as she had found out yesterday…

Maria angrily pushed herself off of the love seat and went into the kitchen. She rummaged through the cabinets, causing a great deal of noise before finding what she had been searching for.

When she came back into the living room, Alex's eyes widened and he stared at the bottle in her hands, "Maria, I thought you didn't drink."

She smirked ruefully and poured herself a glass of the Scotch, "That was before my husband left me."