Four months after the wedding.

He turned over and watched her sleep. Now in her 8th month of pregnancy, the only two positions she could sleep in were her left side or her back; during the night she would flip flop back and forth. This morning she was facing him with such a peaceful look on her face. There was still another hour until the alarm would go off and put an end to his favorite part of the morning.

He watched her stomach; he could see their baby kicking. He always wondered how those kicks and jabs didn't wake her. He placed his hand on her belly so he could feel their baby moving. They had chosen not to know the sex of the baby; they wanted to be surprised. But if it was a boy, he was sure the kid had a career as a field goal kicker in his future, Bobby laughed to himself.

Angela wanted to name it Robert Jr. if it was a boy and Mary Kate if it was a girl. Bobby really didn't like the idea of naming the boy after him; but she thought it would be so cute to call him BJ. He was fine with Mary Kate since Mother Mary meant so much to Angela. Angela's eyes opened and she smiled.

"Good morning," she said as she stretched and reached for her husband's face. "I caught you again. How long you been up?"

"Just a few minutes," he smiled. He took her hand and kissed it. He leaned in and gave his wife her good morning kiss, then leaned down to kiss their baby good morning. "So what do you have planned today?"

"Well I wanted to talk to you about this last night, but you came in late and I was already asleep. We've been married 4 months; I was thinking we should maybe get a joint checking account and combine our finances. That way we could budget ourselves and start saving for the house. What do you think," she asked as she looked into Bobby's eyes to try and gauge what he was thinking.

"I think that's a great idea," he smiled and wrapped her in his arms.

"So today during my lunch hour, I am going to head to the branch by the University and open a joint account. Also I need to change my beneficiary on my life insurance. I had Mother Mary and the Convent; I forgot about changing it after she died. In case something ever happens to me, I want you and our baby to be ok; it's for 500,000," she explained, holding onto Bobby's arms as he held her.

"Don't talk about that, nothing is going to happen to you," Bobby kissed her on her cheek.

"I know, we are going to have a beautiful baby, enjoy walks in the park, strolls on the beach, and going to the zoo," she started to day dream.

"I don't go the beach," grumbled Bobby and he let go of Angela and turned his back to her.

"What's the matter with the beach," she asked. She placed her hand on Bobby's back; she knew it must be something traumatic.

"I really don't want to talk about it," he replied. He started to get out of bed.

"Robert Goren! Don't make this pregnant woman chase after you, because I will. We promised no secrets. This is something that bothers you, so it bothers me. Now sit down and let's talk about it!" she demanded.

Bobby laid back down and turned to Angela. "When Frank and I were younger, our parents used to take us to the beach. My dad would get drunk and start flirting with all the women. My mom would see him and start yelling at him, my dad would yell back and push her down in the sand and walk away. They made a big scene and everyone from my school was there. I was so embarrassed after that I never wanted to go back again. But mom and dad would make us go back every weekend and the same thing would happen. This continued until they finally got a divorce," Bobby had a tear in his eye. Angela was crying too; she held Bobby.

"Well the sun just makes you get old and wrinkly, so who needs the beach anyway. We will just get a house with a pool and a sandbox," she smiled looking into Bobby's eyes.

The alarm sounded.

"Want to join me in the shower," Bobby asked.

"My favorite part of the day," said Angela.

Bobby arrived at One PP. Eames was sitting at her desk drinking her tea. She was in deep thought going over some files. Bobby placed his binder on the desk and sat in his chair and made himself comfortable.

"Anything interesting," he quizzed. He leaned forward trying to get a glance of what she was looking at.

"Captain gave me these files this morning; he wants us to help the 2-5 with these burglaries that have been going on in the area. Started off with gas stations and convenience stores, now they have progressed to check cashing stores and credit unions. Captain is afraid if they aren't captured soon they will keep escalating. So far nobody has been hurt, but they are getting desperate and they have been described as looking like they are on drugs," explained Eames. She handed Bobby a few of the case files.

Bobby took the files and started carefully looking through them. "Any description," he asked, as he continued to look through the files.

"Two males, approximately 5'10" to 6 feet, wearing black ski mask, they sound young, one witness said," replied Eames as she sipped on her tea. "One of the files has a surveillance photo. It's in the Check Cashing Store file," remarked Eames. "Could be anyone from that picture."

"Yeah, could even be Donny or anyone's brother or nephew," replied Goren.

"Hey Ang, how about lunch today," asked Sam when she saw Angela waddle down the hall.

"No time today. I have to run an errand," responded Angela. She turned to talk to Sam. "I just changed my beneficiary on my life insurance. Now I am going to run to the bank and open and account for Bobby and me."

"Oh I have to see this; you're gunna run," Sam laughed.

"Oh you know what I mean," Angela laughed.

"So what are you going with, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Goren, or Bobby and Angela Goren," asked Sam.

"Hmmm, I guess I will decide when I get there. I didn't think that far in advance," smiled Angela. "But they both sound fantastic."

"Well, I have nothing better to do; let me come with you," said Sam.

"Are you sure," asked Angela.

"It's sad I know, but I really have nothing else to do. Maybe you can have your husband fix me up with one of his cop buddies. Things have been really slow," frowned Sam.

"I will see what he can do," smiled Angela.

"Do we have the actual surveillance tapes," asked Goren.

"Yes, I have them set up in the other room," said Eames as she got up and Goren followed her to the media room.

Eames started the video and Goren watched with intensity.

"They are very erratic. Out of control, it's only a matter of time before they go over the top and shoot someone. If someone stands up to them they will blow and shoot," Goren said as he looked at Eames. "We need to catch these guys, before it happens."

"Goren, Eames, they hit again!" yelled Ross. "Two guys matching our guys' description are held up at the First National Bank near Hudson University. The teller tripped the alarm and two cops were nearby. They are inside and holding hostages. The two cops are guarding the entrance. More cops are on the way and so is HRT. You two better get down there right away."

"Can I help you," the teller asks Angela.

"Yes, I would like to open a joint checking account," she smiled. "My husband isn't with me, he is a cop, so it's hard for him to come in. Can I start the paper work and he could come in on his own time," she asked.

"Sure, a lot of working couples do that all the time. When are you due," the friendly teller asked, as she smiled and looked at Angela's large belly.

"In four long weeks," Angela smiled and patted her belly.

"Well congratulations. You can have a seat at Mr. Thomas' desk over there and he will be with you in a moment," she replied and pointed to the desk against the wall.

Angela and Sam walked to the desk and had a seat.

"Oh look Ang, you get a free toaster with a new account," laughed Sam.

Angela playfully punched Sam in the shoulder. Just then two guys wearing ski masks burst through the doors.

"Everyone down on the floor! Hands out in front!" they yelled. They waved their guns around making sure everyone got on the floor.

Sam got on the floor. She looked up at Angela, who didn't know what to do.

Sam whispered, "Get down Ang."

"I can't," she whispered back.

The two guys turned and looked at Angela, the taller one walked over to her and put the gun to her head, "I told you to get down on the floor! Now get down on the floor."

Angela started to cry, "I can't, look at me! I am 8 months pregnant."

"Just get over there with the rest of the group," the first guy yelled. He grabbed Angela and shoved her toward the other customers. She fell onto the floor landing on her stomach. She cried out in pain.

"Hey! Watch what you're doing!" yelled Sam, as she ran to Angela's side. "Are you ok?"

"I don't know; it hurts. I think I wet my pants," Angela reached down to feel her pants, but when she looked at her hand it was covered in blood. "Sam, I'm bleeding! My baby! Sam I can't lose my Baby!"

"We need a doctor!" yelled Sam.

"Shut up!" said the first.

"Hey man there are two cops outside," exclaimed the second guy.

"What are they doing," asked the first.

"They looking this way and pointing," said the second guy; he opened the door. "Don't come any closer or we will shoot someone!"

The first guy hit him on the back of the head. "That was stupid man! Now they really know we are in here."

When the first guy turned back around, he saw the security guard had gotten up and was making a run for him. He shot him; the security guard fell to the ground. He was still alive but bleeding badly.

"Oh man, this isn't going well," said the second.