Author's Note: Second chapter. I'm glad people are enjoying this story. By the way, the story is told from Eddie's point of view. Forgot to add that in my last chapter. Sorry for any mistakes. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please review!

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As Eddie drove her car over to Jamie's apartment, she kept replaying the grocery store scene in her head. It had been several hours since the scene, but Eddie couldn't stop thinking about it. She didn't want to believe what she was thinking, but all the fingers pointed to that conclusion.

Eddie groaned as she parked her car. "Why is it so hard to admit the truth to yourself?" she thought.

"Because he's a fellow cop," she said, answering her own question.

Eddie groaned again, grabbed the groceries and her purse, and got out of the car. She made her way up to Jamie's apartment. As she unlocked the door, she was met with a quiet apartment.

"Jamie?" Eddie called out as she placed her purse on the little table near the door.

"Hey," Jamie Reagan greeted while walking out of their apartment. He walked over to Eddie and gave her a quick kiss. He then looked at the groceries. "What'd you bring?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs," Eddie told him while she placed the bags on the counter.

"You make a mean spaghetti and meatballs," Jamie said.

Eddie smiled. "Well, today you get to help. Can you start the meatballs?"

"Yes," Jamie said and got to work on his task.

Eddie started looking for a pot for the spaghetti.

"So how was your day?" Jamie asked.

"Okay, I guess," Eddie answered, still looking for a pot.

"That's it?" Jamie questioned. He sensed something was off with her.

Eddie shrugged. "I had the day off. I slept in, went to the gym, went to the grocery store..." she paused, and thought it was safe to tell Jamie about what she saw. "I saw Promuse with his son at the grocery store."

Jamie raised his eyebrows. "I didn't know Promuse had a son."

"I didn't know either," Eddie replied. "But he does. His son's name is Ryan, and Ryan has a broken arm, and a black eye."

Jamie eyed her suspiciously. "How'd that happen?"

"His Dad said it was all from baseball practice," Eddie said.

"But you don't believe that?" Jamie inquired.

"Ryan's had the cast on for three weeks," Eddie started. "Promuse said he was hit with a baseball bat at practice."

"Okay. Accidents happen," Jamie interrupted.

"Ryan is seven or eight years old. You really think someone that age could swing that hard to break his arm?" Eddie argued incredulously.

"Well, they have to swing hard enough to make the ball go," Jamie countered.

"Whatever. Let me get back to my main point," Eddie said. "Promuse told me Ryan got his black eye from baseball practice as well. A team mate passed a ball to him."

"Okay," Jamie said unsure what she was getting at.

"The bruise is less than a week old," Eddie told him. "What coach would let a kid play with a broken arm?"

"Okay. That's a little suspicious," Jamie agreed. "But what are you saying, Eddie?" he added.

"I think Promuse is abusing his son," Eddie responded.

"Eddie, that's a big accusation to make when you only have circumstantial evidence," Jamie told her.

"Circumstantial evidence?" Eddie said annoyed.

"Yeah," Jamie confirmed. "With what you have you can't prove Promuse is lying about any of the injuries, and the story about Ryan's black eye could be true."

Eddie scoffed. Jamie ignored her and continued. "I mean, Ryan could have been visiting the team, and one of the kids could've passed him a ball unexpectedly. Things like that happen."

Eddie shook her head. "I can't believe you're standing up for Promuse," she said angrily.

"Eddie, I'm not standing up for Promuse," Jamie said. "I'm telling you that you can't jump to that conclusion with only circum-"

"Circumstantial evidence," Eddie finished in an irritated voice.

"Eddie, please," Jamie said annoyed.

"No, Jamie," Eddie said outraged. "Would you be saying the same thing if Promuse wasn't a cop? Or you didn't know him?"

"Probably," Jamie shot back. "Because the basis for your allegation would be the same."

"Really?" Eddie asked hotly. "So you're not being bias?"

"Bias?" Jamie said shocked. "I am not being bias."

"Walks like it, talks like it," Eddie said with sass.

"Eddie, I'm not being bias," Jamie said crossly. "You need more than what you have to accuse Promuse of anything."

"Well, I have that, and my gut," Eddie told him.

"Yeah, and I've told you before, you need more than your gut," Jamie said heatedly.

"You still don't trust me," Eddie muttered bitterly.

"That's b.s. and you know that," Jamie said quietly.

"I don't know what to believe anymore, Jamie," Eddie said sharply. "I thought you of all people would understand, but I guess I was wrong." She got up and grabbed her purse. "Enjoy your meal," she added while heading to the door.

"Where are you going, Eddie?" Jamie asked.

"Somewhere you aren't," Eddie replied, and slammed the door behind her.