Fran walked into the police station, handcuffed. "I didn't do anything wrong officuh! That's my family and that's my house! My husband, whose babies I'm having in six months, ch-cheated on me with his former dead wife's twin sistuh who has the same name as her! I didn't even know she had a sistuh, let alone a twin!" she tried to tell the officer, sitting down as he unlocked her handcuffs.

"You do need to be locked up in a mental hospital." He informed her.

"I do not! I am telling the complete truth! Isn't there something in some professional book that says 'innocent until proven guilty'?"

"Miss. Fine, let me go over the charges against you. Breaking and entering…"

"What did I break?" Fran practically shouted.

"An expensive vase, it was located on the floor near the door and you knocked it over."

"Well if you ask me it's Mistuh Sheffield's fault. I always told him to move it!"

"Would a wife really call her husband 'Mr.'?" The officer asked.

"We have a complicated relationship." Fran opened her mouth to try to explain, but decidedd against it. She would probably just dig herself into a deeper hole.

"You are also charged with threatening to kidnap their children and kill one…" he recited, looking down at a clipboard with some official looking documents on it.

"I never threatened to kill one!" Fran defended, staring at him in disbelief.

"You said, quote unquote, which one do you want me to cut in half? Miss. Sara Sheffield told me."

"No, it's because I was angry and… and well I needed half of everything and I wasn't thinking!"

"Obviously." The officer said smugly. He flipped the paper over to see the next paper. "Physical violence…"

"Who did I hit?" Fran wanted to know.

"Maxwell Sheffield, with your bag." The officer informed her.

"My husband? You call that a hit? He deserved it for cheating on me and denying it!"

Thepolice officer flipped the first paper back over and sighed, before looking at Fran's stomach. "Poor baby. He has to deal with a mother like you…"

Fran's jaw dropped. "I beg your pardon?"

"Never mind, it'll probably be taken away from you anyway." He said, moving his hand to her stomach, and rubbing his hand up and down… he seemed like quite a creep.

"Oh no, you're not taking my baby away!" she told him, smacking his hand away.

He took out something that looked like it would hurt. No, it wasn't a gun… it looked like a taser. She knew that because her and Niles always watched reruns of Law and Order. "Don't assault a police officer!"

"Aren't you taking this a little extreme?" Fran asked, getting up and using her hand to lower his. "I can report you for sexual harassment!" She could sense hatred and anger in his eyes. She didn't care though; her life couldn't get any worse. She was already going through hell right now. The only thing that was keeping her going was the life inside of her, and without her baby she didn't know what she would do.

The officer held his taser down low and looked at everyone whose eyes were fixed on them. "This is none of your concern!" he spat at them, then smiled at Fran, whispering. "Who do you think a jury is going to believe? A police officer of 5 years, or a young lady with high heels, big hair, and short skirts…"

"I think, Officer Bruno, that they will believe the young lady, considering I'm testifying against you as a witness." a police officer told him, walking out from a hallway.

"Petuh?" Fran asked. The officer shot her a glare.

"You know her?" the officer asked Peter, holding the taser to Fran, who had her hands up at this point and eyes crossed, looking at the taser.

"No…" Peter said nonchalantly.

"Yeah. He's my ex boyf…" Fran looked at his glare. "I mean… no… I just… read his name tag!" Fran added, looking at his name tag which read Officer Michaels. "I guessed." She tried.

"That doesn't matter. If she sues for sexual harassment and you lie to get out of trouble, you'll be in more trouble than you can imagine. We're talking jail."

"Yeah! And all of these people out here could be witnesses too!" referring to everyone in the waiting area (whose eyes were fixed on them again). They quickly turned around and pretended to read magazines, watch TV, or talk. "THANKS FOR YOUR HELP!" Fran screamed, sitting down, trying to clear her head. So why doesn't anyone know about the earthquake? Why didn't Max tell me Sara had a twin sister? Is this a joke? It can't be… why are there younger versions of Maggie, Gracie, and B. I didn't think Max was a cheater… he's not. He wouldn't abandon me and he certainly wouldn't abandon his babies. Fran put her hand on her stomach. No. No way he'd do that… but it's not as if Sara came back from the dead. It has to be a twin… but how does that explain the children's ages? Does the earthquake have anything to do with this? Everything was fine before the earthquake. Maybe this is a dream… It's not denial. No, I'm not crazy…

"S-Sir…" Officer Bruno tried. Fran looked up.

"That's enough! In my office."

"No!" Officer Bruno yelled, dropping his taser to reach for his gun. Fran was very alarmed now and before she knew it there must have been 50 officers surrounding him. Fran quickly covered her stomach with her hands, fearing for her babies life.

"PUT THE GUN DOWN!" Peter ordered. Instead of doing that, Officer Bruno aimed it at Peter, then to Fran. Fran held her stomach tighter, fearing even more for her babies life. Officer Bruno saw this and smirked.

"PUT THE GUN DOWN!" Peter ordered again.

What did I do to make him so angry at me. Fran wondered to herself, holding her stomach as tight as she could. Officer Bruno saw this and smirked, aiming the gun at her stomach. The words 'Mistuh Sheffield' escaped her lips. She was hoping for her wonderful husband to save her…. Even though she knew he wouldn't because he's not her 'husband' anymore. She closed her eyes tight.

"I've had enough of that voice… no one else should have to hear it." Officer Bruno said. Then a gunshot went off, followed by a whole bunch more and lots of screams. Everything faded to black.

Authors note: What do you think happened? Sorry for the cliffhanger. Review!

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