A/N: Here's a bit of additional background regarding Sammi's potential fathers, from Lil's POV.
30 March 2001 – Office of Dr Sedgewick, Manhattan
Lilianna Giovaissi sat opposite her doctor, her faced stunned.
"Lil, are you okay?" Dr Sedgewick asked, her concern for her patient clear in her face and tone of voice.
Dr Carol Sedgewick had been Lilianna's Ob-Gyn for the past five years and was quite fond of the younger woman. She knew from their conversation during this appointment that Lil's current boyfriend, Jeffrey Halliday, had recently moved into her apartment with her and that she was doing well in her job. She couldn't understand Lil's reaction to the news she had just been given. Lil surely couldn't be that surprised that she was pregnant, afterall she must have suspected something or she wouldn't have moved her annual appointment forward.
"I'm actually pregnant?" Lil's words came out in a strangled gasp.
"Yes. It's definite."
"When … I mean how far along?" Lil's face was now taking on a decidedly worried expression.
"I'd say around six or seven weeks. Although obviously we'll have a more accurate date in a few more weeks once you've had your ultrasound."
Lil thanked her doctor, said she'd arrange an appointment for the scan and left the doctor's office.
As she walked back to work her mind whirled. She'd met Jeff, a med student in his final year, while she was out with some friends and she'd ended up staying the night in his dorm room. She'd been seeing him a couple of nights a week since then and he'd moved into her apartment immediately after she'd split up with Bobby, who Jeff knew nothing about.
When she'd met Jeff, Bobby had been on an undercover assignment, which had finished when she'd been seeing Jeff for a couple of weeks. Lil and Bobby's reunion night had been pretty amazing, given that he'd been undercover for almost a month and definitely had some serious tensions to relieve. Sex with Bobby had always been extremely satisfactory, it was his attitude to life that tended to grate of Lil's nerves. He insisted on maintaining close friendships with people who couldn't help him to further his career and refused to socialise with other people who Lil considered to be far more influential and capable of moving them, as a couple, higher up the social strata of New York City.
Shortly after thier 'reunion' night Bobby had told her he was transferring to the Major Case Squad in Manhattan. Lil was very pleased about the prospect of Bobby getting a transfer to such a high profile unit and immediately started pushing for him to start making some changes to his lifestyle. She suggested he move out of Brooklyn, maybe even move into her apartment in Manhattan, afterall it would be closer to his new office and she could always use some help with her living expenses. Bobby had been gentle but firm in his refusal; pointing out that the spacious, two-storey, four-bedroom, apartment he lived in was rent-free and it was too soon for the two of them to be thinking about moving in together.
Bobby had inherited the brownstone, the top two floors of which housed his apartment, in trust along with his brother Frank, from his maternal grandparents. The majority of the rental money the building earned went back into a building trust, paying for the upkeep of the property, the excess he was permitted to withdraw from the trust went towards paying his mother's medical expenses. He couldn't sell the building or the apartment and if he wasn't there to oversee the building he would have to hire a manager instead and pay them a salary from the building trust. Even with the increase in pay from his promotion to Detective First Grade he couldn't afford to lose the money he had coming in from the building, especially if he'd have to find rent money on top of paying extra for his mother's medical costs from his salary.
They'd ended up having a huge row about his choosing to stay in the old neighbourhood rather than moving up in the world, as Lil put it. Unable to change Bobby's mind, she'd stormed out of her apartment. He'd waited an hour before he'd left and headed back to his own apartment, leaving a note saying he'd call her in the morning. Meanwhile, Lil was in one of her favourite bars, picking up a 'revenge date'; she went back to the other man's apartment, not that far from her own, and spent the rest of the night having sex with him. The sex hadn't been that great but the man's apartment, and his apparent wealth, had been more important factors in Lil's decision to agree to see Michael again, despite the fact she was already seeing both Bobby and Jeff. As it turned out she only saw Michael a couple more times before she decided Jeff was a better bet in the long term. Michael Jacobsen wasn't actually as well off as he appeared to be and, despite the fact they had made up following their argument about his living arrangements, Bobby obviously wasn't about to fit his plans in with where Lil wanted her life to go.
She'd finally told Bobby she wouldn't be seeing him any more only about four weeks ago, she'd spent the night with Michael around the time she must have fallen pregnant and she'd been with Jeff at the same time as both of the others. As Jeff was now the only man she was sleeping with she decided she would tell him she was pregnant and play it as though he were the father. Afterall, it wasn't as if there was much chance of it being Michael and Bobby was no longer on the scene, so what other option did she really have. At least once Jeff had finished his studies and became a doctor she would have, what she considered to be, a chance at a decent future with the sort of social status she had always craved.
A/N: Yep – I'm sorry to say that, as we put it here in England, Lil was a 'bit of a slapper' or to be blunt the woman couldn't keep her knees together to save her life! Please feel free and let me know your own 'local' colourful terms for this 'type'. Now back to the 'present' - Let's go and find out what happens when Alex and Bobby arrive at the 27th Precinct. In other words - bring on Lennie Briscoe and co.
