Epilogue
(Inspired by Flashymom)
8 months later
"Good morning," Eames says as her partner walked into the crime scene. "No baby yet?"
"No, not yet," he said sipping his coffee. "Doctor said if she doesn't have the baby in the next three days he is going to induce labor."
"How is Angela," asked Eames.
"Miserable," he said as he kneeled over the dead body. "She feels like she is going to explode. She can't move; she has to go to the bathroom every half hour. She is ready to get it over. But the boys are being great. So this is just like the others, single shot to the back of the head. Any signs of robbery?"
"No, they didn't take anything. No witnesses; the staff was off for the weekend," finished Eames. "I don't understand why you just don't retire, you have enough money."
"And leave all this," he laughed.
They headed back to One PP. As Eames was driving she asked, "Did you get the final papers on Joey?"
"Yes, he is officially a Goren," smiled Bobby.
"How does he feel about it," asked Eames.
"Well, at first I think he was a little apprehensive, but when we explained what was in his father's will, about wanting his son to make a clean break, without the Mahoney name dragging him, down he understood," explained Bobby.
They arrived on the 11th floor and started looking at all the victims of the last three cases and what they had in common.
Eames stuck pictures of each victim on the board as she talked. "First we have Joseph Preston; he was a security guard at First Manhattan Bank. Second we have Paula Wilson; she was an Assistant Manager at ConEd. Then this last guy was Roger Millhouse, a 911 dispatcher," said Eames.
"Now what do these people have in common besides being tortured and murdered," asked Goren. He stared at the board in deep concentration. "I just don't see it."
"Maybe they are going to rob the bank and wanted something from Preston," mused Eames.
"Then it would be better to keep him alive. To use him on the inside. Unless they already have someone on the inside. Some safes work on electricity when an alarm goes off, so they might have needed something from Wilson to work on that, but then again, it would be better to have her alive. This just isn't making sense." Bobby put his hand on the back of his neck.
"Maybe we should put the bank on surveillance and warn them just in case," said Eames. "Just because it doesn't make sense to us, maybe they aren't thinking it through."
"You're right and lately I am not thinking too clearly either," replied Goren.
They spent the rest of the day setting up extra security for the bank. They also arranged to have several undercover cars watching the area around the bank. After all had been set up, Bobby headed home. The boys ran up to greet him when he walked through the door; Rocky was barking and jumping on his leg. He picked them up one in each arm.
"How are my guys doing? How was school Joey," he asked. He carried them to the couch and sat down with them. He looked around for Angela, but didn't see her.
"It was boring as usually," said Joey.
"How about you Jimmy? Did you help out Mom today," asked Bobby.
"Yeah, all she wanted to do was sleep," said Jimmy. "Uncle Frank and Donny came over for awhile."
"That's great. Where is mommy," asked Bobby as he got up from the couch.
"She is in bed," said Joey. He and Jimmy started to play with Rocky.
"Ok, I am going check on Mom and then we will order some pizza," said Bobby as he headed up the stairs.
"Yeah! Pizza!" both boys yelled.
Bobby slowly entered the room; he took off his badge and cell phone and put his gun in the locked box. She had her back toward the door. He slowly climbed into the bed. He got right behind her and slipped his arm around her.
"Not now Rico, my husband will be home soon," she laughed.
"What," he turned her over. "Who is Rico?"
"Oh please, don't act jealous. Like who would take me looking like a beached whale," she said as she caressed her husband's face.
"Angela, you are so beautiful; more now than you ever were. And if any man tries to take you away from me, well there will be hell to pay," he said and he lowered his face down to hers and kissed her passionately. Then he got a swift kick to his left side. "Wow! What is it with our kids, not wanting me to kiss their mother," he laughed.
"She has been kicking all day. I think she is going to bust out just like the alien," she laughed as she placed her and Bobby's hands on her tummy.
Bobby felt the kicks. "You are so sure it's a girl. With a kick like this, I am guessing it's a boy."
"No, I am sure it's a girl," she said as she massaged her tummy and winced.
"You ok? Having a contraction," asked Bobby as he jumped up with concern. "Want me to call the doctor?"
"No, just false labor pains. I've been having them for a few weeks. My doctor said not to call until they are closer together. Calm down and help me up," smiled Angela.
Bobby helped Angela out of bed. "So if you're so sure it's a girl, I guess she will be called Mary Kate," he asked.
"I was thinking about that. I think we have a theme going now and I would like to continue it," she said holding onto Bobby while she got her balance back.
"We have a theme," he asked with a confused look in his face.
"Yeah, Joey, Jimmy, so why not continue with the J's" she asked. "Jennifer, Jasmine, Julie, Josaline, Jessica, or Joanie."
"Interesting," he replied.
"You hate it," she frowned. She walked toward the bathroom holding her back.
"No, just gives me something to think about," he responded. He sat back on the bed, picked up the phone, dialed the pizza place and ordered dinner.
After the pizza, Bobby made sure the boys bathed and got into bed. Then Bobby and Angela got into the shower. He helped her clean the areas she couldn't reach due to her expanding girth. She might have felt unattractive but to him she was still beautiful. As he washed her body with the wash cloth he became aroused. She had her back to him but she could feel his engorgement against her.
He dropped the wash cloth and began using his hands. Angela moaned and responded to his touch. He pulled her back toward him. It had been awhile since they had made love, and he wanted her so bad. Then he felt the baby kick under his hands and she winced in pain again.
"Oh did I hurt you? I'm so sorry. I better get out," Bobby started to get out the shower.
Angela pulled him back. "Bobby its ok, you didn't hurt me. For Jimmy I only reached 8months, not 9 ½, but the doctor told me sex is still ok. In fact he encouraged it; he said it might speed things along. It won't hurt me or the baby. We just have to be creative with positions and well, we never had a problem with that," she smiled as she led her husband to their bed.
About 2am Angela woke up Bobby. "Bobby, it's time."
Bobby woke up and found the room was pitch black; he reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on, but nothing happened. "Angela," he called out.
"All the electricity is out," she responded.
"Stay put, I will get the flashlights and call 911." Bobby got out of bed. He gathered flashlights and candles. He checked in on the boys; they were still asleep. He put a flashlight on in their bedroom so they wouldn't be scared if they woke up in the dark. He tried the house phone, but it was dead. He grabbed his cell and dialed 911; no one was answering. He called Eames.
"What's going on? Do you know," asked Bobby.
"All of NYC is out. 911 is out, traffic is at a standstill; just like the last blackout," said Eames. "They tried to hit the bank, PD caught them, but not before they did all this."
"Angela's in labor! I need to get her to the hospital," panicked Bobby.
"You can't go out in this Bobby; you will be stuck in traffic for hours. They taught us how to deliver babies at the academy, you can do it and I will try to get paramedics to your house. Just hang in there," said Eames as she hung up the phone.
"Hang in there. Ok, we need towels, hot water, knife, and string," Bobby was rambling to himself and stumbling all over the house trying to get things together.
"Bobby?!" screamed Angela.
He ran back upstairs and to Angela's side and grabbed her hand. "It's ok Baby, I'm here. We can do this together." He was trying to sound confident and make her relax.
"You're going to deliver our baby," Angela looked panicked. "Where is the ambulance? I need a hospital, a doctor and an epidural," she panted.
"I know sweetie, but there is a blackout, and they may not get here in time, so I need to get things together just in case," Bobby ran his fingers through her hair and looked into her eyes. "Just trust me."
"I always have," she smiled. Then the next contraction came harder than the last. She grabbed Bobby's other hand and squeezed them both tightly; she didn't want to scream and wake the kids, so she held it in.
When the contraction was over, Bobby ran down to the kitchen to get the hot water. He spilled some and burnt his arm, but there was no time for that. He ran upstairs in time for the next contraction.
"Another one already." He looked at his watch, her contractions were one minute apart.
"I feel like I need to push Bobby," cried Angela, arching her back off the bed.
Then there was a gush of water. Her water bag had broken. Bobby carefully examined her; the baby's head was right there.
"Ok, Angela, on the next contraction, I want you to push. Ok baby," he said. He was amazed at how composed and business like he had suddenly become. All of his training came rushing back and he positioned himself at the foot of the bed; he was ready.
"Ok," she cried.
On the next contraction Angela pushed as hard as she could. The head was out and Bobby cleaned out the baby's mouth.
"You're doing great sweetie. On the next one I need you to push again," he instructed.
"I'm so tired Bobby," she was breaking down in tears.
"I know, Angela. We're almost there, you can do this. I was thinking I like Jennifer; that is a pretty name," he suggested.
"Yeah, that is pretty. Ok here it comes," Angela panted. She took a deep breath and pushed with all her might.
"Ok, baby, I think one more push is all we are going to need. On the next contraction, let's get Jennifer out," he reached up and grabbed Angela's hand. "I love you baby."
"I love you Bobby," and she pushed one more time.
The baby came out crying, Bobby tied off the cord and cut it, and he dried off the baby and wrapped her in clean dry towels. He handed her to Angela.
"Here you go, mommy," he smiled at Angela and kissed her on the forehead. "Welcome to the world Jennifer Angela Goren," he said softly, smiling down at his beautiful new daughter.
"Angela," asked Angela.
"Well, Jimmy has my name as his middle name. It's a theme," he smiled. "The next one, if it's a girl, could be Deidra; or it could have my middle name if it's a boy and so on."
"How many are we going to have," Angela asked.
"Oh just a few more," he smiled.
"Those boys can sleep through anything," laughed Angela.
They kissed and enjoyed the quiet moment with their new daughter. Soon, sirens could be heard outside; the paramedics had arrived.