A/N This story is not my creation. I am posting it for a first time writer named TonyRobbertsen who sent it to me. For someone whose first language isn't English, I feel Tony's done very well with this story idea.
Thanks to all you readers ahead of time for your kindness and patience.
Thanks to Shergar for her help as beta reader and getting it ready to be posted.
Disclaimer
I do not profit from the characters from "The Streets of San Francisco" I am not the creator of the series, that is Quinn Martin.
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Chapter One
Berkeley June 15, 1982
Jeannie and Steve's first born son Petey was already thirteen months old. Although having a baby took a toll on their lives, nights and meant less time for each other, they felt very happy and blessed.
They split the baby care up equally between them. Jeannie would do the most during time Steve was working. As soon as Steve came home from work he took over the care of their son and everything else that might need doing.
Steve had returned to SFPD some time before as he had found being a professor of criminology did not totally suit him. He did not find the satisfaction he had expected as much as when he was Mike Stone's partner in homicide. Mike had been very pleased to have Steve back with him again at SFPD. Life had been very good to them.
They weren't totally aware of the evil that awaited them. Their little boy had been running a fever as he was cutting a tooth. Steve could tell Jeannie was totally exhausted when he came home one day. He felt worried about her knowing she had a hard day.
"Honey, once dinner is over take a hot bath and head to bed. I will get the dishes done and see to Petey."
Once their dinner was over, Jeannie took Steve up on his offer without hesitation. After she had taken her bath, Jeannie got ready for bed and was fast asleep within half an hour. Steve did the dishes with his son nearby in his high chair. It seemed that Steve had a soothing influence on his son as Petey kept smiling at his father. Steve was slightly surprised after how fussy the baby had been earlier with Jeannie. Around ten p.m. Steve gave Petey his last baby bottle for the night after he had laid him down in the crib. He stood there watching him as he fell asleep almost immediately. Steve gave him a kiss on his cheek then headed to bed as well. He had to pick Mike up at seven thirty so knew he needed to be up by six fifteen at the latest.
The next morning, Steve woke to the alarm. After he got showered and ate something he kissed his wife and son who were still sleeping.
"Until later, my most favorite people." Steve's voice was full of love.
Mike and Steve arrived at Bryant Street by eight a.m. They were just in time for a meeting with Rudy Olsen, and Gerry O'Brien of the district attorney office. After the meeting Mike had sent Steve to check out a lead they had come up with on their newest case involving a murdered kid.
Meanwhile at the Keller residence Jeannie had woke up to the sound of shattering glass. She was not fully awake and thinking it was Steve she called out, "Steve, please clean up that glass you broke!"
When no answer came she turned her head toward the clock and realized Steve had been long gone. She suddenly shivered as a fearful feeling washed over her. She reluctantly rose from bed and instinctively hurried toward Petey's nursery. His crib was empty!