Convince William is definitely amiss. Several hours (v.v. Frustrating), CSI want to be 1, brilliant and astute detective, that would be me

There he is on the phone and I'm packing upon his insistence that he is keeping his promise to Mark and sending me back to England, as well as providing an escort as I'm pregnant. Am determined to convince him otherwise, that I'm ok, and because of the inner poise I possess am able to sniff out trouble. Although he gave me Mark's doubtful look, most certainly a trademark move of all Darcy men, when we tried to find a series of doors and I got loss, but I know they are around and they hold the clue. That dream Mark had may be real, and his reaction that morning as well as the nighttime sweat tells me I should have paid closer attention.

How depressing to be packing Mark's things, his robe, paused a moment and wiped a tear from my cheek, I am so worried about him. "Wait," I said inspecting his robe as if I was looking for hay in a needle, no I mean a needle in a haystack.

"Bridget we have no time to wait we must hurry up and get you home to England." William said thinking he could actually convince me to go with his pseudo authoritative tone.

"No wait, this is odd." I said holding out Mark's robe.

"Bridget what now?" Again the tonal quality of Mark's voice, I do believe that when this child comes that he will also possess these same traits, or perhaps a girl who will be like me. Just thought how amusing that might be and then Mark would have to contend with two women.

"Earth to Bridget." William waving his hand in my face. Then I gave him a glare and to impress upon him that I did not enjoy his haughtiness."This robe, I know you don't know your Father very well, and well everything has its place. " He still looked at me in disbelief.

"William sit down for a moment and I'm sure I'll guide you to a logical conclusion," he still looked perplexed.

"William I know you have not known your Father too well, but he is a man who has to have everything in its place." He shrugged, "Look I nearly stopped dating him because he folds his underpants," William looked at me a little in disbelief.

"He folds his underpants, what is wrong with that" I gave him a double take, "Oh God it is hereditary." "Pay attention, his socks never go missing, his suits, (pulling closet door open) are always hung in order of shade and color progression and his shirts are hung with coordinating tie colors close by, so you can imagine where most people are missing socks or ties, you Father is to the fault maintained a perfect wardrobe." I looked at him awaiting an answer, any answer.

William still scratching his head and shaking his head, "what are you trying to tell me that my Father is a poof?"

Holding Mark's robe out I nearly shoved it under William's nose, "see it is missing, his robe belt...it is the clue we are looking for..." holding it out to him.

He took it, "So a missing robe belt is going to lead us to conclusion of this most complicated case and the innocence of your husband and my Father hangs in the balance of finding a missing belt to his robe." He threw it down on the case I was packing, "unbelievable you are unbelievable." Throwing up his hands and pacing around in disbelief.

"You have a better clue," I said folding my hands and sitting on bed in rather big huff and holding nose slightly in air. "I'm telling you I'm not leaving until my husband is at my side and it will take you and the whole U.S. Armed Forces to send me home without him."

Shaking his head he relented and thought what could it hurt to satisfy her and send her on the next flight home.

Brilliant upon brilliant! Have found blueprints to building. We met at 9:00 P.M. As residence was extremely quiet.

"We have been down this hall before haven't we," I said.

"Quiet," he said.

"Don't shhh me, I have a right to talk..." suddenly he grabbed me and held my mouth closed as two rather dark dressed men passed in the hall.

"For once keep your mouth in neutral while we investigate, you do want your husband cleared don't you?" He gave me that sexy impatient look. Must remind myself this is not Mark but his son. But oh they look so similar.He tripped the lock and we found ourselves in the hallway of doors. "Well he was right about his dream."

Suddenly felt dread as did not believe him when he had bloody nightmare. Should have alerted William straight away so Mark's blood could have been tested and we would have known he was drugged.

One door after another I was running out of hope until I noticed the dark brown thread, "William look," I pointed as he took his pick kit and we gained entry into the room. There was his robe belt and in my excitement I tried to pick it up.

"Don't touch it," I moved back startled as he picked it up and put it in evidence bag. We looked around the room and there was a table, I was impressed as William pulled out a forensic kid like you see on those American CSI shows, taking test tubes and extracting samples from table chairs and using some bizarre goggle glasses, nearly lost it he looked so funny, he pulled up strands and fine hairs. I nearly tripped as I backed up more into a trash bin.

"William..." taped him on shoulder.

"No, not now Bridget." He was concentrating.

"William," and pointed to trash bin to find rubber tie used when you take blood, dirty syringes, and plastic gloves.

"Mum does know best, ."? I smiled confident and exuding inner poise then terror as I realized I was channeling my Mum. Gaaah!.

He got up and gathered evidence, "You are a genius and gave me big hug."

There were thugs coming in and he pulled me against him into a corner. "I thought I heard something," they walked in and I gasped.

"You did," said the ape and they came after us but William toppled the table and placed a few Karate moves on them rendering them unconscious. He took their I.D.'so and we made off.

He called for back up and placed me in a black car sending me to Watergate Hotel where we were staying. I watched as they moved in, but Kathryn was still at large.

I was excited, "oh goodie we can take to the lab and have tested and Mark will be back in the morning," I chattered on.

William held my hand for a moment, "even if these things prove positive they are just a small part of the puzzle."

"You mean Mark won't be joining us soon," almost as a disappointed child.

"Not yet Bridget, but we will be closer."

I knew the urban family was coming in and I felt it was time for shopping and surveillance. Kathryn will be my next target.

Breakfast A.M. Disaster. Servings of powdered egg slop (1), near riot (1) V.V. Bad, Dark Hole now Home Sweet Home.

Mark has changed is orange to blue, as he half heartedly remembered Bridget's Mother might approve because of her obsession regarding his wife's colors, yet he thought there was that time that her Dad and he were having a nap, Colin in his chair and Mark laid out on their sofa and he distinctly thought someone was draping material around my face till he swat it away amongst giggles and Chinese whispers, he reminisced for a bit as he missed the insanity of his life with Bridget and the Joneses.

"Stand up straight while we frisk you," how uncomfortable it is as this burly guard manhandled him and the degradation of being stripped of everything that could possibly be considered a weapon. No belts or shoelaces and Mark had been pushed towards the row of cells that will be his home, the guards snickered at the whistles from other inmates who have heard why he was being detained here. They hated Mark, who was considered a dangerous man and enemy of the United States. In all his life he was always on the outside looking in but now the roles were reversed.

They pushed Mark to the floor, "here you go traitor and if I were you I would walk with my back against the wall at all times." They slammed the door and snickered some more when one said, "I lay you odds 20 to 1 that by the end of tomorrow that he will either be dead or someone's girlfriend by tomorrow evening." Mark felt his temper rising at the injustice and thought all his legal training that would simmer his need for revenge and keep him in tone with legal propriety, but all he felt was the animalistic urges of his temper and flesh rising to the surface.6:00 AM He had been released to go to breakfast. He felt the first day would be the most difficult and he was not looking forward to the days events, just on the pre-cursor of events when he was tossed into his cell last night.

Mark was escorted into breakfast with the other inmates. Each looked at him as if some hideous morsel ready to be devoured, it simply caused him to tremble inside.

More catcalls and whistles, as he approached the line to receive is food, he was nearly reduced to vomiting to the sub-standard meals, even Ms. Jones turkey curry buffet would be welcomed to this slop. Paper plates and cups no steel, tin, or aluminum and he noticed even upon exiting each inmate was patted down to make sure they did not take with them any crude utensils.

He found a place he thought he could sit in solitude until cellmate #6 and his goon joined him sitting on each side of him and pushing in rather close.

"Hello darling," he laughed, is it true what they say about Englishmen?" Mark still choosing to ignore, but one could see the rage and anger building up in him.

"Come on now, don't be shy we know you boys like it both ways," and with that he attempted to reach over and grab Mark's thigh and kiss him, but Mark let his elbow connect with his mouth pushing him off his seat. The other goon tried to grab him in which Mark pulled out, swung around and gave him the knee rendering him almost unconscious.

"I'll kill you if you ever try to grab me again, wanker...I'll break your neck you lousy horrible..." suddenly two other inmates grabbed him and placed their hands across his face and held him down. While two other burly men held down two others in a scuffle.

The guards came and the one that held Mark down released him, "nothing is wrong it is just that some food fell to the floor causing this new fish," referring to Mark, "to fall and we were picking him up."

The guards left with a warning and this convict sat down next to Mark. "Who are you?" Mark said not wanting to press his luck any further than he had before and trying to stay intact.

He smiled this balding gentleman with a golden tooth and rather burly in stature, "Just call me your guardian angel." Eat up and listen to me and perhaps you will make it through all this. "They call me Rev." He shook hands with Mark but he wasn't sure that Rev wanted him as his prison house whore so he was being extremely careful.

3:00 PM Mark and the others were put back in their cages. What he did notice was an envelope pink, "could it be," he said as he swept it up in his hand and fell onto his cot. He noticed the subtle scent of the exotic and intoxicating spices Bridget often used as he brushed it against his face, for it reminded him of the long luxurious baths with flutes of champagne after a long horrendous day. Without even opening it he felt his mind drifting to those intimate moments shared whereby he would caress Bridget's milky white skin and rub her back after a traumatic day of unavoidable incidents. He felt the sensation of passionate intoxication as he made his way up her neck and back down the small of her back, he realized he would sometimes loose track of what she said to him in moments such as these. Pause." snap back to it Darcy and open it..."He opened it and was still shaking from the inescapable thought they were miles apart and he still was uncertain of any chance they might have for a future if something does not change soon.

Dearest Mark:

I don't know what to say but to tell you that after leaving the courtroom two weeks ago I wanted to hold onto you so tight and not let you out of my grasp. What now seems like three whole weeks seems an eternity and I keep rolling over in bed to reach for you only to see you not there. The void is deafening and the challenge.

(He stopped for a moment as he grieved hearing the loneliness in her voice and the disappointment of having your partner without you aside of them.)

Like father like son, as I can't believe folding underpants can be hereditary. (He could almost for a moment hear the giggle in her voice and look of wonderment in eyes as she pondered my tidiness. Little does she know that sometimes I do this on purpose just to get a glimpse of her reaction that I adore so much.)

William has actually insisted that I stay here at his home in Virginia so he can keep a watchful eye on me, really it is no doubt under the strictest orders of his Father. Why did you not tell me about this?

(He was so angry because he had given William the strictest of orders not to keep her stateside but to send her home. Mark put the letter down for the moment but was drawn to read more.)

I am miserable without you but I want you to be brave, as we have found DNA samples and fingerprints linking Kathryn to the bad dream you said you had, but William said that more evidence must be gathered before we can actually cite a petition for your release, and he said something about delivering bodies to the court steps. Really he is a bit more intense than you at times. Actually he likes to play with firearms way too much and have thought that when we have family...(Mark rubbed his finger across the" y" in family as it was smeared a bit by a possible from a tear in her eye) then wrote they are dangerous toys. (She was trying to keep up a brave front, and poise herself for future events; he could see this as if she was in the room.) Even if they are for grown men.

Enclosed is a picture of our daughter-in-law Heather and Cricket your granddaughter, when William mentioned the name I thought we were grandparents to 6 legged insect resembling roach and that quite possibly they were both lunatics, (Mark giggled at her sidebar and the verbal incontinence of his beautiful wife), but here is our grandchild Cricket, she is called Cricket because of the chirping noises she makes while she sleeps. They are precious, never thought I would be a grandmother before I was a mother.

No worries darling, I'm ok with them here at their home and I know we will clear you soon. I miss you, I'm incredibly lonely when I look towards the other side of the bed and don't find you there. I have arranged with urban family quite a sting tomorrow at formal luncheon to trap evil witch Kathryn.

I will prove your innocence if last thing I do.

Love You Always Have and Always Will

Bridget.

Mark put letter down and placed his face against his forearm, which was resting on his knees that were pulled up to his chest. He looked up and knew he was tearing up. What was he missing? His son and his grandchild, so much was being stolen from him, will he ever regain what he lost.