His phone rang. The light from the screen lit up the room. Sam had closed the curtains to block the sunshine from waking him up. He had hoped to sleep in since he had been unable to sleep at night for the last few weeks. He reached for the noisy phone on his nightstand.

"Swarek," Sam answered groggily. He sat up in his bed and wiped his eyes.

"Frank says you need to get down here," a voice responded. It took Sam a minute to figure out that the voice belonged to Chris Diaz.

"Is it Andy? Is there a lead?" Sam asked. His heart started racing.

"I'm not sure, sir. He only said to tell you to come down to the station."

"All right. I'll be there soon."

Sam climbed out of bed. He threw on a light grey academy tee and a pair of loose black shorts. He stuffed his feet into his tennis shoes not bothering to untying them. Sam didn't care though. She could be there. This all could be over. They could be happy. They could be a family now.

By the time he reached the precinct, the digital clock in his Ford changed to a quarter until six. He slammed the door not bothering to grab his wallet or phone.

He had to know if it was her. He had to know if it were all over; if they could be together again. Sam made a line headed straight for the sergeant's office. He stopped to turn around when he heard his name being called from across the room.

"Swarek, come with me." Sam quickly caught up with the voice which had belonged to Jerry. He followed his best friend down the hall to a door. "Have a seat."

"Oh,God," Sam said as he pulled his hands to his face. "It's her, Jer. She's gone isn't she?"

"We don't know that yet, but we do have something."

"What?" Sam asked. In his eyes, Jerry could see a broken man desperately waiting for some glimpse of hope to grasp onto.

"We got a call from an officer over at 27. Someone found a baby on their doorstep and called it in." Sam's face lit up at Jerry's words.

"Is it? Is it my- mine and Andy's kid?"

"We're still waiting on DNA test to confirm, but I am fairly certain it is. There was a note with the baby. Forensics pulled a partial print from the paper. It came back with a match-Andy's. Not to mention the hand writing matches hers exactly."

"Do you think she's still alive?"

"I don't know, Sammy. I wish I did. I think maybe she could be. Forensics found residue from latex glove. I think whoever delivered the baby knew what they-." Jerry was cut off by a knock on the door.

"Sam, I've got someone I want you to meet," Noelle said as she walked into the room carrying a tiny little bundle. For the first time in weeks, a smile crept across is face.

"How-how do I hold a ba-" Sam began to ask. He was cut off my Noelle.

"It's easy. Just put your arms out- just like that." She leaned down to pass the sleeping child to Sam. Tears welded in his eyes.

She was beautiful, a spitting image of her mother. She was perfect. He raised her up and gently placed his lips against the sleeping child's forehead.

"I just fed her; so she will be out for a while. Come find me when she wakes up, and I'll help you." Noelle said before walking back out of the room.

"I'll let you two have some time," Jerry said smiling. "Let me know if you need anything, brother," he said before following behind Noelle.

Sam leaned back into the couch and held his newborn daughter close. He was almost happy. They were almost a family. He missed Andy dearly. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her. She had to be all right. She had to be safe. The Andy McNally he fell in love with was a fighter. She was going to survive this. He she would, but he still had a feeling.

He looked down at the sleeping child. The child was innocent. She was clueless as to what was happening to her mother, yet she knew subconsciously knew everything. She was a few days old, yet her eyes had studied the face of the man who had taken her mother. She had studied the surroundings in which she was born and where she was taken. Ironically, Sam thought, this child had all the answers.

He slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"Did you tell him about the letter?" Oliver asked. Jerry tossed the handwritten note onto Oliver's desk in front of him. It was covered by the clear zip lock bag labeled EVIDENCE.

"Not yet. Forensics couldn't find a print that didn't match Andy's. They're analyzing the blanket that the baby was in," Jerry replied. He looked down at Oliver who sat down at the desk with his head in his right hand. He picked up the letter with his left.

"I can't stand to see him like this anymore, Jer. I mean, what if we can't find her? What if were too late. I don't know if Sammy will ever come back from that."

"Traci is having a hard time handling it, too," Jerry rolled the black office chair up to Oliver's desk. "But McNally's a fighter. We'll find her."

"I hope so, brother." Oliver's eyes scanned over the letter for what seemed like millionth time. There had to be something there. McNally was smart. She had to have done something. He flipped the note over and slammed his hand against the desk and cursed aloud.

"There's got to be something!" Oliver shouted. Several eyes from around fifteen landed on him. He put his elbows up on the desk and his head in the palm of his hands. He looked down at the letter and shook his head.

Oliver cocked his head to the side as he picked up the note with his right hand. "Jer, look at this."

"What?" he said as he looked over to the evidence bag in Oliver's hand. Oliver laid the object on the desk and turned it to where they both could see it.

"How did we miss this?" Oliver asked. He felt foolish for missing a detail such as this, but he was relieved he found it.

On the back of the note were signs of bearing down too hard on the paper. Certain letters were made visible on the back of the page. There was her clue, Oliver thought as he chuckled.

"r-o-n-a-x-n-i-y" Oliver read each letter aloud as he scribbled them down. "Any idea what that means?" Jerry shook his head. Oliver looked over at Luke who walked by. "Hey, Callaghan, you good at solving puzzles?"

"Let me see." He studied the letter's closely before shaking his head. "I got nothing."

Just then Jerry's phone vibrated, and he looked down at the message from the guy in forensics

"Hey, does green shag ring a bell to either of you. Forensics found a fiber on the baby's blanket that matched to that kind of carpet."

"No, but it could mean it came from an older home- one that hasn't been updated in a good while," Oliver suggested. He looked up at Callaghan.

"Let me see the letters again," Luke said. It had to be a coincidence. "It can't be."

r-o-n-a-x-n-i-y

r-a-y o-n-x-n-i

r-a-y n-i-x-o-n

Ray Nixon

"What? What is it?" Oliver asked.

"You said green shag?" Luke asked. Jerry nodded.

"Why?"

"You remember Zoe Martinelli the rookie from Fifteen. Duct tape, green shag."

"You think it's him?" Jerry asked.

"It has to be. I mean it can't be a coincidence that the letters spell his name or that forensics found that fiber."

"I'll talk to the judge about getting a warrant as soon as possible. You tell Frank and round everyone up in parade. Ollie, you can't tell Sam, yet. We can't get his hopes up."

"I know. I'm going to check up on him and the baby, and maybe take him the letter."

"Everyone listen up!" Frank ordered. "I called all of you in here to tell you we have a lead in Officer McNally's case. Detective Callaghan, fill us in?" Luke walked up to the podium holding a coffee and the small projector remote.

"You guys ever hear of Zoe Martinelli? The rookie from Fifteen who was kidnaped and murdered." Luke clicked a button on the remote and turned to face the television. A picture of the late rookie came across the screen. A picture of Andy appeared as well.

"Long, dark brown hair, tall height, tan skin, female seem to fit his type. Ray Nixon," Luke changed the image to Nixon's mugshot, "retired military. We've tried, but we've never had enough evidence to put him away for the murder of Officer Martinelli. He's left silver duct tape and traces of green shag carpet before. We have reason to believe he has Officer Andy McNally. Why? The majority of you don't know that Officer McNally was pregnant while undercover. We believe she had the baby after she was taken. The baby was left in a box and was picked up by officers at 27 Division. McNally's prints turned up on the note left with the baby. The baby's DNA matched to both McNally and Swarek's DNA found in the system. That's why Twenty Seven handed the baby over to us. Also, forensics analyzed the blanket, and they found fibers from a green shag carpet." Luke continued and explained the letters on the back of the note. When he was finished briefing, he sat down, and Frank walked back up to the podium.

"Detective Barber, any update on the warrant?"

"It's a go."

"All right. I know the baby came as a shock to you all, but I do have to say; It's a healthy baby girl!" Everyone clapped. " Settle down. She's with her father. Now, let's gear up and bring her mother home, okay? Serve, protect, and let's go get her! Dismissed."

A/N: Y'all! I am so sorry I haven't updated like I said I would! So much has happened that has kept me busy in the last few months, but I finally finished the chapter! Hopefully, I can start the next one within a week or two.

Please, please, please let me know what y'all think! Leave some comments! I love hearing from y'all. It motivates me!

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