Part 7

Amy stood in the mess room, cup of coffee in hand. A week had passed since she had gotten out of hospital, and she was already back at work. The only thing that annoyed PJ about having Amy back in the station was that no one knew that she was pregnant.

PJ approached her, and Amy looked up as soon as he entered the room. She smiled at him and he pecked her on the cheek. He remained at her side for several minutes, and they enjoyed having the other there. Finally, PJ broke the silence.

"Amy," he said, obvious nervousness in his voice, "when are you going to tell the Boss?"

Amy looked down into her coffee and swirled the small amount left around the mug.

"Not yet," she answered, "as soon as he finds out, I'll be taken off all cases and confined to desk work. Even more so because of this whole Luke thing…but I have to work it out. We're so close, PJ. We know that Luke assaulted Brendan…"

"We have no proof," PJ pointed out, "just what Brendan said to you…which he later denied…"

"We know that Luke and his mother are dangerous," Amy continued, undisturbed.

"All we have are a couple of character judgements…" PJ added.

"And we know he'll get at Chloe and I if we don't back off," Amy said. "After all…Luke tried to run us off the road!"

PJ rolled his eyes and put an arm around Amy's shoulders. He hugged her slightly and their eyes met.

"We can't prove any of this." PJ told her quietly. "We have no proof, we have no confessions…just what Brendan said to you."

Amy looked back into her mug and sighed deeply. She kept thinking, knowing that there had to be a way to prove Luke guilty…and they had to find it…

Joss and Kelly chose that moment to come barging in, arguing about something or another, as they always did. Their bickering halted the second they saw Amy and PJ, and their expressions fell.

"Oh…uh…" Joss mumbled. "We'll…wait outside…"

Amy watched with puzzlement as the two constables left, and looked at PJ with confusion.

"What was that about?"

PJ shook his head, telling himself to forget about it.

"Don't worry…anyway, I agree on all those things…next thing is proving it. It'll be difficult…Luke seems good at covering his traces."

Amy leant against PJ and let him hold her. She was on the verge of tears, as she had been for days now, and she was getting sick of it.

"I'll be happy when this whole thing is over," she mumbled into his shoulder. PJ nodded, and laughed slightly, before holding her so she could see his face.

"Won't we all, Amy, won't we all."

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Amy stood alone outside the station, letting the cool breeze blow strands of hair from her eyes. She had always seen herself as the no nonsense detective, cool in the face of evil and crime. But lately, things seemed to be taking a different turn. It felt as if she was losing her grip on the life she had worked so hard for and was melting slowly back into the past. PJ was the only thing that she had to cling to…like a life boat in a storm.

He is the best thing that has ever come into my life, Amy thought as she closed her eyes in an attempt to push back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. He's like…a light in the shadows.

"Amy," PJ whispered as he approached her slowly. Amy looked up in surprise and let her expression melt into a half-hearted smile. They stood there, facing each other, for several minutes, just letting the other's presence comfort them. Finally, he placed a hand on Amy's stomach. Amy flinched at first, but then met PJ's eyes slowly. "I love you more than anything else in this world," he said. "After Maggie…after Jo…I never thought I'd love again. It was like…I was doomed to be lonely, but then I met you…and we're going to have a baby."

Amy let the tears slide down her cheeks, no longer afraid to cry. She nodded and placed her hand on PJ's, her eyes sincere and carrying the strength that PJ loved her for.

"I love you too, PJ, but why?" she asked softly. "Why me?"

PJ pulled Amy into a hug and rested his chin on top of Amy's head, and closed his eyes gently.

"Because you're you," he said simply, and all was understood.

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PJ walked into the CI office, and his smile faded as he saw Amy sitting at her desk, curled in a ball. Panic went through his features, and his body froze.

"What are you still doing here?" he asked. "Are you alright? Amy?"

Amy looked up, her expression grave.

"Luke is going to get Chloe. How would Brendan feel if Chloe was hurt? I know how it would feel," Amy said, placing a hand on her stomach. "Please…we have to do something…we have to protect them…"

PJ nodded without thinking, and took Amy's hands and held them tightly. He kissed both and met her eyes gently.

"Of course we will," he said in his usual strong, yet amazingly kind and compassionate tones, "but tomorrow…tonight, just relax…okay?"

Amy nodded and let PJ brush against her lips. That rush of emotions went through her, warming her to the bone. She could never explain that feeling, not even to herself. All she really knew was that she would be the happiest woman alive if she could feel that way forever.

He's my personal rainbow, Amy thought, and instantly liked the way it sounded. In her life, so dark…so dreary, somehow, a rainbow had appeared.