'What do you want now?' Jenna asked defensively. Due to the sombre looks on everybody's faces she tried to prepare herself for bad news, she was expecting them to finish their earlier threats and either arrest her or pull her in for more questioning.

Danny noticed her body tense as she mentally and physically prepared to protect and defend herself for whatever reason they were there for. He tentatively took a step towards her. 'We just wanted to make sure you guys were okay,' he told her.

Jenna automatically scuffled backwards against the doorframe in an effort to maintain distance. 'Why wouldn't we be okay?' Her eyes darted between the two men as they awkwardly exchanged looks with one another.

'They know,' explained Sam, 'they know about the baby'.

'Oh,' she whispered, her gaze falling to the floor. The silence that enveloped the kitchen was magnified by the chaotic sounds from the street that poured through the open kitchen window. Nobody spoke. Sam also stared at the floor; Jenna fidgeted with the cord on her pyjama bottoms, Don stared at Danny trying to the read his thoughts and Danny stared at Jenna.

The kitchen clock ticked theatrically. The silence went on.

Danny studied Jenna; he noted that from the photo frames in the hallway that she looked a lot like his mother had when she was younger. He thought about the wedding photographs that stood proudly on his parents' mantelpiece in the lounge. His father, an imposing fair-haired youth, had his arm pulled protectively around the waist of his mother. His mother, who was three months pregnant at the time with Louie, was smiling brightly. Her chocolate brown hair framing her rosy cheeks, dimple and button nose. The marriage had been one of convenience, but it was one that had worked well. Danny figured that Jenna would be about the same age as his mother was in that cheery wedding photo, however at this moment in time Jenna didn't look so cheery. Beaten and lost would be a more accurate description of this woeful teen.

Opening his mouth in an attempt to break the now uncomfortable silence Don was beaten to it by his younger brother.

'Jenna, come on, you need to rest'. Sam stated as he guided her out and into the lounge. Plumping up the cushion on the sofa he settled her down and tucked her in with a blanket.

'Tea?' He asked. She nodded her acceptance and smiled lightly as she snuggled back into the cushions.

'How she really doing?' Danny asked when he joined the two older men back in the kitchen. Sam narrowed his eyes and glared at him.

'What the hell do you care? You wantin' ta make sure she's fit to take the stand for when you pin Russo's murder on her?' He spat angrily as he proceeded to rummage through cupboards for a teabag and mug.

'Sam, we're not here about that,' Don firmly told him. 'We followed you yesterday. Was it yours?'

Sam swallowed, anticipating his next move. 'Yeah,' he answered, 'it was mine'. Don Flack stared at his brother.

'You're lying'. He stated.

'No I'm not. And in answer to your question Danny, she's fine. Now if you'll excuse me you can see yourself out.' Turning Sam lifted the mug of hot sweet tea from the counter and left the kitchen.

Sam handed the mug to Jenna and she sipped it slowly, neither of them spoke until they heard the front door opening and shutting as their visitors left. Breathing a sigh of relief Sam finally sat down on the couch beside her.

'Erm…. I told them it was mine', he said shyly.

'You didn't have to do that. You shouldn't have lied to your brother'. She paused, 'Thank you'.

'You're welcome. Not that it'll do much good, he didn't believe me'. He grumbled. 'If I know either of them they'll be trying to figure why I lied'.

Jenna nodded slowly, trying to accept her fate. 'Just a matter of time then, eh?'

'I'm sorry'

'Don't be,' she said with a shrug.