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Leslie stared at the ceiling of her hospital room. She had been shot. She had been shot and left for dead. She sighed, thinking about the bullet that pierced her skin and hit her shoulder blade. The memory of fighting for the gun from her senior officer made her stomach churn. She was amazed she was still alive. One hand rested on her still flat stomach as she thought about the new life she had growing inside her. She thought of Jake and everything that had happened with the teenager he had believed to be his daughter, her husband and the million and one things that had led them to where they were. She sighed, knowing that Pickard was dead but not wanting to admit it. She had been fighting for the life of her child as well as her own.
"Hey." She looked up to see Rose walk into the room. "You ok?"
"Where's Jake?"
"Oh honey."
"Rose." She paused. The pain in her shoulder catching her breath. "Please,"
"He's ok. He's safe."
"Rose."
"He's at the station. Locked up."
Horror flashed across Leslie's face. She had always known he was innocent. She had got the proof. She wasn't about to let him rot.
"Alisha. She has the evidence. Jake didn't do anything."
"I know." Rose smiled. "Des and Malachy are collecting him now. He's ok, it was a formality as he was on the run. Please stop. All this isn't good for you, or my step grandchild." She watched as Leslie blushed.
"The doctor hasn't said anything."
"Well, he told me. You have me as your point of contact; after Jake. You are going to be fine. And so are the little ones." Rose watched as the look of complete shock and relief crossed the younger woman's face. "You knew? Twins right? You knew?"
"Er." She shook her head. "No. I. Oh my." She paused as the door to her hospital room opened.
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"Pregnant." Jake paused as he tapped his fingers together. He was terrified, knowing how badly Leslie had been injured. He had no idea what had happened to her once he had left her with Nikki. He knew his ex wife was an excellent doctor but her new husband was a jerk. A real jerk. He just hoped he hadn't stopped Nikki from helping Leslie. He just prayed she was going to be ok. He had no idea why she hadn't told him she was having their baby. A million thoughts ran through his head, each one worse than the last. Fighting not to cry he looked up as the door opened.
"That looks nasty." He nodded to the bruised and swollen eye the detective had. The bald man shrugged his shoulders.
"You know? Sometimes you just run into a jerk."
"I know that feeling." Malachy added as he joined them. "Can we go now, Dan?"
Detective Hood nodded. Resting a hand on Jake's shoulder as he passed him.
"Jake? She's a tough cookie. The best detective I ever worked with. Look after her." Jake nodded.
"I will." He answered honestly as his father ushered him out of the room. He blinked as Malachy ushered him away.
"Cmon son." He stated calmly, knowing how badly his son wanted to be with his girlfriend. Jake nodded, following his father out of the police station.
A/N first Republic of Doyle story for a while. Please review.
