A/N: This is The Mominator, when I started this story I was Mary T, Chlark4 and I have put our thoughts together and have written a story. It follows The Mominators series about Bobby, Alex and their son Robby.

Chapter One

Bronx New York

July

The central air conditioner for the three-bedroom brownstone is blasting cool air when she finishes reading chapter 7 of Sorcerers Stone to her nine-year-old daughter, Rachel. He returns home, from where she never knows, he slams the door as he enters the house. "Jackie," screaming her name in a drunken stupor. "Jackie, where the fuck are you?"

Mother and daughter shiver from the sound, handing the book to her daughter, "Stay in here," she says commanding. She gets up from the bed. "Understand?"

Rachel nods her head, Jackie closes the door softly then jogs down the hall, "Charlie please there is no reason to scream I heard you the first time." The alcohol on his breath is nauseating, she wonders after all these years why she isn't use to the smell, she turns her head away. He grabs her by her chin turning her head to face him. Looking down at the t-shirt, she is donning "Must be very cold in that bedroom." He flicks his finger across her nipple. She pushes his hand away, "Stop it."

Grabbing her arm, "Stop? Don't play hard to get you know you want it." No, I don't want it and I don't want you. I hate the feel of your hands on me.

He pushes her down by her shoulders as he unzips his pants, "Look at that, just seeing you and I get a hard on." She turns her head away, "Come on," he says pleading. "You do it so well."

"Charlie, Rachel is still awake, later please."

"She's in the bedroom," he looks up. "She can't hear us. Come on Jackie," he strokes himself with one hand as he grabs her hair and pulls her closer with the other. "Come on, do it for me." She once again moves her head away. "Don't make me ask again, bitch," slapping her face. "Not interested?" he grabs her chin and lifts her head. "I think I know why. You've been fucking someone else, is that it?"

"God no Charlie," lowering her head as she begins to sob, Rachel doesn't need to hear this madness again tonight, she succumbs to his desire.

The Next Morning

She awakens before the sunrise, slowly and quietly she rises from the bed, careful as always not to wake him. She removes a suitcase from the closet and hastily tosses a few articles of clothing inside. Wanting to rid herself of him, she removes her wedding ring, placing it on her dresser. Opening her jewelry box she removes a pair of diamond earrings, remembering the anniversary he gave them to her. She picks up a string of pearls, often wondering why he gave her such beautiful jewelry when most nights she would stay home, with red eyes and bruises. She stares at her diamond engagement ring, how happy she was that night when he proposed. She picks up the three pieces and slips them into her bag.

Carrying the suitcase with her into her daughter's room, she opens the case on her bed, "Rachel, wake up." She pats her daughters arm, "Rachel, please Honey wake up."

The nine-year old turns on her stomach burying her face in the pillow. "Oh Mom it's too early, look how dark it is."

Jackie opens her daughters' closet, grabbing a hand full of clothes, "Yes it's dark and we are leaving."

Rachel sits up, "What?"

"You and me," opening her dresser, "We are leaving, hurry and get changed before he wakes."

Out of the apartment and out the door mother and daughter begin their journey, where they are going they have no clue.

The Goren Home

He spies the photo album on the table, opening it. He smiles at the photo of the toddler. Written below, Alex age 6 months. Loosening his tie as he sits he turns the page, Alex age 8 months, with Grandpa Eames. The months go by and the one of her on her 2nd birthday makes him laugh, she is wearing a blue two-piece print swimsuit. "Wow, sexy."

He feels a presence and sheepishly looks up. "Hi, where did this come from?"

"Mom found it the other day and asked me to make copies of the photos," Alex turns a page, smiling. "That way I can have an album, also."

"These are precious, you were adorable."

She sits down next to him, stretching her neck to see the next page of photos. She frowns, "Were?"

"You still are but not when you make that face." She lightly smacks his arm. "Ah you know I love you," he leans over and kisses her cheek.

As they turn the pages of the album the years go by, "Is that your friend Marcy?"

Alex nods, pointing at the other girl in the photo, "Yes and that is Jackie….Jackie Prentiss." Alex leans forward to examine the photo, "My God I haven't seen or heard from her since her daughter Rachel was about a year old. I would call her and she would put me off. Excuse after excuse why she wouldn't meet up with me. I have always wondered if it was something, I did. "

Bobby turns the page, "Her husband? Were you friends with him?"

"No, Charlie always seemed distant."

"What does that tell you Detective?"

She rubs her forehead fully aware of the answer. "Jesus, why didn't she tell me? I remember when we would go out he was always nearby. I have to admit that I was a little envious that someone was so in love with her and he needed to be near her all the time. Marcy and I thought it was cute. Little did we know?" Bobby turns the page, "That's Rachel; I was honored when Jackie asked me to be Godmother."

"What year is this? It doesn't say."

"1998, wow Rachel will be ten years old this September, time does fly."

The last pages of photos are of her graduation from High School, college and the Police academy. "I'm going to try and get in touch with her." Bobby closes the book, "We were very close. We would talk about everything, and the one thing that she should have told me about, she wasn't able," she opens the album staring at the photo of her old friend. "I should have known."

"Alex, you're not a mind reader, besides when you are close to someone you expect them to tell you when things are bad and when they don't its human nature to believe that everything is fine."

"I know, I know." She stands and kisses his cheek, "Hungry?"

Removing his tie, "Always."

A/N:This is a very long and detailed story, if you were looking for something simple....then THIS IS NOT THE STORY FOR YOU.