A/N: Thank you for your very kind reviews. This story isn't easy to write, especially that I've never experienced anything like that. This chapter however was horrible to write and I think that something still isn't right.

KBF - I can't answer you in PM, so I'll do it here. I think that when people die, they watch their loved ones lives, they are like their guardian angels. I mean Jack to be exactly this kind of person for Sue and their son. He's definitely not going to be a ghost, so I believe it would make my story go in a more spiritual way when it comes to his person.

Chapter 4

Sue and Jacky were allowed to go home a bit later on the same day. She was fine, the labour went nice and the baby was in perfect health – the doctors had absolutely nothing to complain about. When only the nurse told them this information, Mary and Samuel decided to stay in the hospital and go home only with them. She immediately told them that they shouldn't live at the hotel, when they informed her of their accommodation, and it was decided that they'll go for their things first and then to Jack and Sue's house.

When the taxi stopped in front of their destination, Sue had tears in her eyes. Practically every memory which had anything to do with the house, had also a connection to Jack. Even looking at the front was bringing all of those happy whiles they shared there, outside. She suddenly felt scared – how was she going to go inside, how was she going to be in all those rooms, where everything was going to remind her of Jack. It hurt to think about him; she felt a horrible heartache when she was remembering all those happy times they've shared. All because she was aware that it was the end; that she was no longer going to see his face in the morning, see him send her his famous smile, feel his arms around her or a surprise kiss he liked to give her...

She swallowed, forcing herself to remain as calm as possible, and got out of the car with her little boy in her arms. He was sleeping peacefully, snuggled to her, completely oblivious to everything around him. She slowly went inside the house and looked around - everything was exactly the way she left it on the previous morning. The first place she went to was Jacky's room; she couldn't fight tears anymore when she stood in the door to it and practically saw Jack standing there, completing any little detail. They started preparing the room when they found out that their baby was a boy; Jack didn't want Sue to do any difficult works and allowed her only to help him plan everything and do shopping. He put a lot of work in making it perfect, and she felt her heart ache at the thought that he wasn't going to see what was the most important – their son there.

She approached the crib and laid Jacky there. She took a blanket out of one of drawers and covered the baby; she stood there, just looking at him for a longer while. There was no doubts that he wasn't going to be a spitting image of any of them; he was actually a mix of both of them. She had no idea what colour his hair and eyes were going to be, but a part of her hoped that his hair is going to remain dark and his blue eyes are going to change to brown. She was sure that it would be a torture for her to look at him and every time see the gaze of her husband's eyes, but they were one of those things which she loved the most in Jack's appearance, and she always repeated that she wanted their children to inherit them. What she could see however was that he had her shape of eyes and ears, but Jack's nose.

A feeling of a hand on her arm made her jump, even though the touch was very gentle. When she looked up, she noticed Mary standing next to her.

"I'm so scared..." whispered Sue, admitting it aloud for the first time. "I'm afraid I won't be able to be a good mother for him... What if I'm not going to manage? What if something serious happens and I won't even know about it because I won't be able to hear his crying?"

"My son once said that you've got every needed quality to be a magnificent mother and I know that he was right. You may have problems with managing everything at first, but you will see that you're going to get into the role very quickly. It's going to be difficult without Jack, but I know that you're going to do great because you love this little one. Besides, you're not going to be alone – you've got us, your family and those wonderful friends."

Sue sighed, nodding unconvinced and Mary placed her arm around her shoulders, pulling her daughter-in-law to herself. She understood Sue's worries and knew that it wasn't going to be easier for her; in fact, she was sure that it was actually going to be more difficult for Sue, because of the whole situation she now found herself in. However, she had no doubts that with help of all the devoted people, she was going to be fine.

Right now, being fine seemed like something completely impossible and unbelievable. How could they be fine if they've just lost one of the most important people in their lives? Right now their hearts were full of the feeling of loss; they just couldn't believe that one day it may become bearable. It certainly wasn't going to be an easy process.

At the same time Tara, Bobby, Myles and D. were sitting around the table in the conference room, listening to everything the F.B.I. had gathered on the case. They weren't sure of almost anything, but they all agreed on one thing – that the attack wasn't an accident. Quite the contrary – they were sure that it was a planned operation. The fact that their suspect attacked exactly the agent, and there was only one bullet fired in their direction only confirmed this theory. Still, they had no idea what could be a reason for the attack or who was at least one of the people they were looking for. It was leaving them in a dead spot.

For the four of them it was even more frustrating than always. They always gave their best during investigations, but this time they were even more determined. They were looking for a person who kind of broke their little family; it was exactly how they felt about each other. During the whole time they were working together, they've become really close and losing one member of the team was like losing a member of the real family.

"I think I may have found something!" suddenly, another person from the second team appeared, and all eyes moved to the man's face "I've just came across the recording of the phone call. The man called to say that he's just seen someone shot a man, and that he recognized something but then the connection was suddenly broken and he didn't finish the sentence. I think we should pay him a visit."

"Where to?" heard Bobby and Myles, when they immediately stood up and started going in the direction of the door "You're not going anywhere. I agreed you to help us, but you're driven by emotions. I can't let you go out in the field in such state because you may do more bad than good."

Two men weren't happy because of it, but they had no choice. They didn't want to be taken off the case, even if they were only allowed to work in the office. They needed to know how the investigation was going, to be at least a part of it.

After assigning tasks, the four of them were the only people left in the building. They all went to their own office, sitting there in silence. Only after what seemed like an eternity, Bobby decided to break it.

"I've been asked to give a speech on Jack's funeral..." he said, his voice shaking.

It wasn't a surprise for anyone as they were sure that he was going to be the person chosen for it, and he was aware of this fact, but he still felt the need to share this information with them. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea; he wasn't even sure if he was going to be able to find a voice at the ceremony. He didn't think he was the best person to gain such an important role.

His worries however turned out to be unnecessary when everybody gathered at the cemetery two days later. The funeral was the F.B.I. ceremony with full honours. A lot of people gathered on the graveyard and even though Sue knew a lot of faces, they still seemed to be a very small group in comparison to all who came. She had no doubts that a lot of people were those, who her husband met back in Wisonsin, then there also were other agents who Jack met or worked with during all of those years when he worked for F.B.I.. There was distant family, friends and everyone, for who Jack Hudson meant anything.

It was very difficult for her to stand there calmly, and nobody expected her to do it. She was trying to fight tears all the time, focusing her attention on the little boy in her arms, but she completely lost her struggle when Bobby went out of the crowd to take the place in front of them. He gave a wonderful speech; his voice was shaking when he recalled a lot of things about his best friend, but he was able to start crying only when he finished the last sentence. Then he came back to his place between Sue and Darcy; he exchanged teary glances with the first woman, and he could see a thank you in her eyes. The second one immediately grabbed his hand in hers and squeezed it, before he placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to himself, needing more contact.

He was also one of the last people to approach Sue to give her his condolences. Instead of saying anything and using the fact that her son was asleep in the baby trolley, he pulled her into a hug. They stood like that for a moment, both crying and people who were around only watched them. There was no doubts that next to Sue, Mary and Samuel, Bobby was the person who was hurting the most because of loss of his best friend, who he treated more like his brother.

He soon joined his wife in the car and they joined the queue, members of which were all going to the same place – to Jack and Sue's house. Darcy glanced at him, and then took his hand in hers again. He blinked his eyes in an appreciative gesture, unable to force even a small smile to his lips. The knowledge that the F.B.I. was slowly getting closer to getting the guy who killed Jack may have had a small, soothing influence on all of them, but even putting him to jail wasn't going to take the feeling of loss away. It was the wound that only time could heal.