This story will probably be under 10 chapters. Maybe 11, but it's not going to be an epic trek like Undercover was. Anyhoo, enjoy! PS: very slight smut in this chapter. Slight... Very.

I walked into my apartment at 7 o'clock in the evening that day. I tossed my purse aside, not really caring where it went, and flopped myself onto the couch, toeing off my shoes with a groan. It had just been one of those days. Meeting an absolute psycho, not being able to arrest her and make the city safer, and now waiting on a warrant by a judge so we could have some cause to go and arrest her.

"I thought I heard you come in,"

I jumped up from the couch, hand on my gun. Then I relaxed, "Jesus, Don. Don't do that to me."

He walked around the couch, his arms winding around my waist from behind. He placed soft kisses of my neck and murmured against my skin, "How are you and Baby Flack today?"

"Not well. Met an absolute maniac today, and she isn't cooperating so now we get to wait on a warrant. And Baby Flack hates everything I eat, so ipso-facto, I've been throwing up all day," I said, and my stomach gurgled loudly. "And I'm insanely hungry."

He laughed from behind me, kissing my cheek before he said, "I think I can help you with that."

"Did you just make a dirty joke? Or are you being serious?" I asked with a smirk.

He thought for a moment, "Both,"

I turned and faced him, grabbing a hold of his tie, and pulling him down to meet me lips. He kissed enthusiastically, then pulled away, hand trailing down my arm and then grabbing my hand and leading me to the kitchen. I groaned at the loss of contact. It didn't go unnoticed. "Don't worry, babe. Dessert always comes after dinner," he told me with a smirk.

"But there are always those cases in which it comes first!" I argued, although I realized distantly it was futile. I stopped arguing when I saw the table in my kitchen. Two candles lit the room with a very soft glow from the middle of the table. On my nicest china plates my sister-in-law had given me were steaks, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Steak was my absolute favorite food, and obviously Don knew that. Two champagne flutes had a bubbling, light-yellow beverage in them that I hoped wasn't alcoholic. I covered my mouth with my had with a tiny gasp. "You did this for me?" I asked incredulously. It was still a bizarre thing to me to have a man who cared so much, and not just about getting in my pants.

He kissed my temple. "You're worth it, Jess." I wanted to say No I'm not, but I knew he wouldn't listen so I kept quiet. "You never lock your door, so I figured I'd come in and fix dinner."

He led me over to the table, sitting down on either side of it.

"A toast," he said, raising his flute.

"You know I can't drink."

"It's sparkling apple cider."

I must've done something wonderful in a past life to deserve this man, I thought as I smiled, copying his motion with my own flute. "To Baby Flack and to us." The glasses clinked together and I felt happier than I had all day.

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"Fuck yes, baby, right there!" I groaned as Don thrust in and out of me. Perspiration made our skin slick as I lay on my back, Don hovering over me. One of his hands was on my waist, the other on my hip, trying in vain to fuse our bodies together.

"Come for me, Jess," he whispered, his lips kissing my neck and jaw, sucking on the sensitive skin.

I felt my orgasm rushing up on me, and then I heard my cell phone ring from the bedside table, and it receded as fast as it had come. "Fuck," I hissed through my teeth.

"Let it go to voicemail," he said breathlessly. To aid his argument, he lifted my hips to change the angle of his thrusts, and I gasped as pure pleasure ripped through me. Whatever argument I'd thought up vanished. What did I just need to do? Phone? Nah, it's not that important.

My hand found his neck, pulling him to my lips. We frantically kissed, my hands now groping at the skin of his back. His fingers found one my my nipples, twisting it, making me gasp. The ringing finally stopped, and Don smiled down on me, "God loves us, baby."

I met his smile with a sloppy kiss. Our movements were growing erratic, and I felt a spring coiling within me. Finally, the spring released, and I lost track of time and where I was. The only thing I was aware of were his hands, his strong, gentle hands holding me as I came down from my high. His soft lips placing small kisses along my neck and jaw. I finally reopened my eyes, meeting his loving blue ones. God, that would never get old, opening my eyes to the crystalline blue that was impossibly warm at the same time. "God, I love you so much," I said breathlessly, my hand caressing his cheek gently.

He leaned down and gave me a sweet peck on the lips. "I love you, too," he whispered as he pulled away.

After a bit of thought strategically placing my knee on his hip, hand on his shoulder, I was able to reverse our positions. I was now straddling his hips, and gave him a wicked grin. "Time for a little payback for earlier," I said deviously, feeling him stiffen at the memory.

My phone rang again just I leaned down to kiss him. I groaned, my head falling past his face and onto his shoulder on his shoulder, my eyes falling on the phone on the bedside table. "God damn it," I said breathlessly.

Don lifted my head from his shoulder, placing a gut-wrenchingly sweet kiss on my lips. "Do you really need to get that?" he murmured against my lips, "Really?"

"They've called twice. It's gotta be important," I said as I twisted away from him, pulling my legs off of him so I lay just paralell. He groaned, and moved us until we were spoonedtogether, my back against his chest, his arm draped protectively over my waist. "Angell," I answered. My voice was was still breathless and sultry from sex, and I hoped whoever was on the phone didn't notice.

"Hey, Angell. Am I interrupting anything?" The voice of Danny Messer was filled with so much sarcasm, I wanted to punch him.

"Since when do you give a shit?" I asked, a little more impatient than necessary. Since I'd begun talking, Don had begun placing tiny kisses on my neck, making shivers race down my spine and make putting down the phone sound more and more appealing with every second that passed. Especially considering the person on the other line who was currently gathering as much 'give-Angell-shit' ammunition as possible before I saw him next

"Since you became engaged to my best friend, that's when." Don's tongue began to lave over the skin of my neck and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning, which would only make Danny more insufferable.

"Sorry, what did you want?" My voice wobbled traitorously, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"I can call back, you know. You are giving me a lot of mental pictures that I really do not want in my head."

Don hit a particularly sensitive spot, and I let go a tiny gasp, but tried to cover it up by speaking, knowing I failed entirely, "Danny, I already picked up my phone. If you do not tell me why you called, then you will have a lot more to worry about than mental images."

"Are you sure? It's not a big deal."

"Oh, Don," I breathed an exaggerated moan into the phone, trying on purpose to make Danny as uncomfortable as possible. Don laughed, his lips kissing along my jawline.

"Oh my god, fine!" Jess- 1, Danny-0.

"Good, now what's up? Cause the longer we're on the phone the longer we can't-"

"I got it," he said, voice flat.

"I've finally broken him," I said with a laugh.

"Shut it, Angell. Listen, I've been going through all the information we've got on Lutterman. The husband said they all met in high school right?"

"Sort of. He said that they met in high school, didn't know them that well, but started dating Kristen in college. Why?"

"Both Kristin and Lucas Madsen attended a Catholic high school in Minnesota. Hallie Lutterman went to a public school in Texas."

"Why would he lie?" I mentally kicked myself. He lied to me, and I didn't even notice. I was way to emotionally invested in this case, and it had blinded my objectivity.

"I don't know, but after I found that, I was wondering how they met. I cross checked their names against everything from coffee house memberships to lawyers, and you won't believe what I found."

"Don't make me guess," I told him impatiently.

"Both Hallie Lutterman and our vic attended Hail Grove Rehabilitation Center a few miles north of Cayuga Heights."

Pieces fell into place in my brain, aided by the fact that Don had stopped attacking my neck, now looking at me intently, making it much easier to focus. "You are telling me that our victim met our prime suspect in rehab. Then what?"

I heard a pause, some clicks, then Danny's voice, "Lutterman got into a relationship with a man at the facility, Jesse Frocker, in for a meth addiction. I'm going to assume that that's who the father of her baby was, seeing as how the trio all left rehab the very same day."

I had pieces of the puzzle, but I just wasn't sure where to put them. Why would the husband lie? The question nagged at me. Was he in on the murder somehow? Have a relationship with Lutterman, maybe?

"We need to track down Mr. Frocker."

"I'll get Jo on it right away."

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"Tracking down Mr. Frocker was harder than I anticipated. No drivers license, last known address was with Ms. Hallie Lutterman, and obviously he doesn't live there anymore." Jo told me as we walked through the crime lab.

"So where was he?"

"Found him in a soup kitchen on 12th Street. He's pretty cleaned out money-wise. Never got over his meth addiction when he left. He lived with Lutterman for a year, then bailed, and hasn't seen them since. I talked to him, and he said that Kristin and Hallie were inseparable when they were at the center. Like sisters. That's pretty much the only useful information I got."

"Say anything about Lucas Madsen?"

"Only that he was an honest guy."

I snorted. This guy really was slightly nuts. Maybe a little more than slighty. "Okay, so that gets us nowhere."

Jo nodded. "Pretty much."

"We need to pay the husband another visit," I said, just as I heard my cell ring from my pocket. I picked it up, the caller ID reading Dr. Jen Goetz. My obstetrician. I'd gone in a day prior just for the bloodwork, and I was surprised that it had come in already. "I've gotta take this."

Jo nodded, walking off to do her own thing. I walked into what seemed to be a bit of a deserted hallway, at least temporarily. "Angell."

"Ms. Angell, your blood work has come back," Dr. Goetz said, her voice betraying nothing.

"And?" Anticipation and a slight queasiness of fear wormed its way into my head. My stomach clenched, and I was afraid I might throw up. Not that that would've been surprising.

"You are most definitely pregnant, Ms. Angell. hGC in your blood is consistent with someone who's about six weeks along. I'd like to schedule another appointment when we can perform a full examination. I usually reccomend coming in at about 8 weeks, but I'd like you to come in as soon as possible. When you were shot, you sustained some serious damages to your reprodictive system. I'd say it's miraculous you conceived at all. I also want to make sure the antibiotics you took haven't harmed the baby at all."

We scheduled an appointment for next week. I said goodbye, hanging the phone up. I leaned my back against the wall, tilting my head back until I was looking at the ceiling. I felt my eyes drift shut as I stood against the wall. I had not had any fears about being pregnant until now.

But now, I was pregnant. I was pregnant, without a doubt. And now, the enormity of the situation made me panic. I felt tears burn behind my eyelids. What was I going to do? What if it hated me? What if I was terrible at being a mother? What if Don or I got killed? I shuddered at the thought. We'd had far too many close calls in the past, and I didn't want to imagine it happening again. A seed of happiness planted itself within me. Our little miracle. My little Baby Flack.

"Angell!" I closed my head, turning to see Jo walking towards me. Her face was concerned, as she took in my current position. I quickly wiped a hand over my eyes, noticing them imperceptibly shaking, just in case any tears had escaped. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just been feeling a little under the weather lately. What's up?" I straightened, trying to fake that whatever was on my mind wasn't bothering me.

Jo gave me a probing look, but decided to let it go. My guess was that she didn't want to pry for information I wouldn't give, and I really appreciated it. "Wanna come talk to the husband with me? I mean you're the lead in this case," Jo said.

My pregnancie terrors subsided temporarily. "Yes. We need to find out why he lied," I said, sounding a bit robotic.

Jo shot me another sympathetic look. "You sure you're okay? You can take off, you know. I'm pretty sure I can handle the husband."

"No, no. I want to."

Another dubious look in my direction. "You want to but you don't have to."

"Jo, I'm going," I snapped impatiently. A startled look came over her face, and I felt bad for getting so worked up over her kind offer for me to get some rest. "Sorry, I just really need answers."

She nodded. "Everyone has 'that case'. This is obviously yours, I get it. Let's go."

As we walked towards the parking for the department vehicles, I realized Jo was right. This was 'that case'. The one that makes you tick in all the wrong ways. The one that you lose sleep over trying to crack. The one that scares you to the bone.

Yeah, this was definitely 'that case'.

Yes or no on the slight smut? I didn't want to change the rating for the story so I kept it slight and very very short. Was it too much for some people? Some people want more? I really want to know! More reviews means a faster update. A few words can mean the world to me!