A/N: So I just realized I have been spelling Kristina wrong. I'm used to 'Ch' because that's the way I spell my middle name. My mistake. This has no relevance to the story, but I saw pictures of Steve Burton's wife and she's not all that gorgeous (Kelly's gorgeous…er…) but he looks happy and he has the cutest baby girl. He has a son as well, but haven't seen him yet.

She paced back and forth in front of the house. Her breaths were unsteady; her fingers were shaking-No. Twitching. With every turn she almost fell over you would think she was highly intoxicated or a phone-crazy waiting for its victim. She wasn't drunk, but she was going crazy. She had thrown her hat onto the street out of pure anger and watched the $500 accessory get crushed by $20 wheels and turn black after a few rubs on the asphalt. She didn't care. It wasn't what she wanted.

"Sam…Sam…Sam…" She repeated. "Who the hell is Sam?" Her breaths grew heavier and longer. She watched the woman who just took the wallet from her through a bush near the window. "An Alias? New name?" She didn't know the woman who answered the door's name, but didn't care to ask. It wasn't the woman she was looking for. She was looking for that woman's daughter. That woman held a child though, it couldn't have been hers, she was a new born and the woman was old. Her 'grand-child'.

But.

There was another child. Could it be the child she was looking for? The child that was stolen from her along with a huge heap of cash? She was older and she looked a lot like Samantha. No. Angela!

"That's my baby…" She whispered. She bent down and picked up a piece of broken off stone from the path. "That's my daughter! That! Is! My! Daughter!" She stomped back to the front door and knocked on the door, not being able to see through the closed blind.

"Hel…"Alexis stopped herself once she saw the woman standing in her doorway. She was sweating bullets and her face was flushed.

"That! Is! My! Daughter!" She didn't blink and before Alexis could shut the door; the woman raised the hand with the stone and smashed her in the forehead with it. Alexis made a thud as she fell unconscious to the ground. The woman stepped over her, letting go of the rock and walked past the couches to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. When she turned the corner she saw Kristina looking at her. Kristina looked past her and to Alexis who lay on the floor lifeless and bloody.

"Mommy!" She screamed. She was about to run to Alexis, but the blonde woman stopper her. She grabbed her arm and held so tight, Kristina began to whimper.

"Shhh…" The woman put a finger to her lips. I'm not going to hurt you. We're going to get the baby and leave, okay?"

"NO!" Kristina tried to fight her way free.

"Stop! Fighting! ME!" She slaps Kristina across the face and she starts screaming. "You listen to you mommy okay? Do you hear me? Listen to me!" She shakes Kristina by the shoulders.

"You're not my mommy!" Kristina cried as tried pulling away, feet burning against the rug.

"I am your mother. But a bad woman named Angela took you away from me. She'll pay, but we have to get you far away,"

The woman dragged Kristina along with her down the hall as she looked for the baby's room. When Kristina refused to stand, the woman jerked her arm so hard, it would almost pop. When she found the bedroom she stopped and turns to Kristina. "Now sweetie, anymore crying, kicking and screaming and mommy will have to kill Angela's baby." She looks up and is surprised to see two babies. "Both of them."

Patrick rested one hand on the wheel and had the other on Robin's lap. She placed her hands over it and gently massaged his fingers. He took his eyes from the road to momentarily look at Robin.

"What?" She asked smiling. Her right eye covered by her bangs and left eye, big and brown looking back at him. Sparkling at him.

"I am just looking at the most beautiful person in the world," Patrick sweat-talked.

"Aw, you are so sweet you know th-PATRICK! LOOK OUT!"

Patrick turned his head back to the road only to be blinded by headlights. He turned the steering wheel to the right as the other car beeped its horn. He went of the road and into someone's yard taking their mailbox along the way. The red mailbox spat out about 2 dozen letters and magazines over the lawn.

The oncoming car floored past them and Patrick unbuckled his seatbelt. He turned to Robin to see if she was alright. "Robin?!"

"I'm alright," She replies as she looks at him. She faintly smiles and says, "Someone forgets to get the mail…"Patrick hugged her and kissed her forehead.

"Hopefully someone catches that guy," Robin says as she turns around to look at the red car's back lights grow smaller and smaller, until they finally disappear.

"We should get out of here," Patrick said as he buckled in his seatbelt.

"Wait!" She placed a hand on the wheel. "The mailbox. We have to notify the people and pay for it,"

"You're joking right?"

"Patrick…" Robin pouts and he sighs. He unbuckles his seatbelt and opens the door. "Okay, but only because I can't resist a gorgeous girls pout,"

"Let's hope I'm that only girl,"

"You are and you owe me," She reaches over the handbrake to meet him for a kiss.

"I'll pay in full," She replies with a grin.