She was waiting for the reporters to disperse before she left the stadium. She'd decided not to go out with the team, needing a break from all the noise. Glancing down at her phone, she sighed. It had been 2 hours since the end of the game, it should be enough time for the crowd to have left...she hoped. Getting up, she stretched, pulling her headphones off. Then she heard it. Someone was laughing softly...and she knew that laugh. What was Mike still doing here? And why hadn't he come talk to her; it would have made the wait less boring. She was walking towards the sound of his voice when a second voice joined Mike's. And she knew that voice as well and the sound made her blood run cold. She knew she shouldn't look, but it was as though she was being pulled. Glancing around the corner she caught sight of Mike and Amelia. Standing close...too close. Mike was leaning against the wall while Amelia had her hand on his arm.

Ginny turned and ran. She didn't know if they heard her and she didn't care. She ignored the small crowd of reporters still outside the stadium. She didn't stop until she got back to the hotel. Flopping down onto the bed, she looked up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what she'd seen. There was a burning pain in the pit of her stomach and for some reason it was more painful than when she'd seen her mother as a child.

'It's because this is the second time.' She told herself. 'You thought you'd be able to recognize the signs of someone lying to you.' Because that's what they had done. They'd pretended for months that they hadn't known each other but...the way they were standing together implied that they had known each other for a lot longer than just the two times she'd seen them together. Why? Why had they thought it was necessary to pretend as though they were strangers? Were they babying Ginny? Did they think she'd...She wasn't sure what was happening or why she was feeling what she was feeling.

Then her phone rang. Mike was calling.

Mike was getting ready to leave when he ran into Amelia. "Hello, Ginny Baker's agent."

Amelia looked around, smirking. "No one's here."

"Really?" Mike asked. "Because I'm pretty sure Baker's still here."

"I couldn't find her." Amelia said.

"So?" Mike said, laughing. It wasn't like Ginny to leave without telling anyone. She had to still be around the clubhouse somewhere. "It's not like you know all the secrets of the clubhouse." He leaned against the wall.

Amelia put her hand on Mike's arm, a let out a laugh as well. "What are there trapdoors and secret passages."

"Can't tell you." He said. "Padres secret."

There was a slight noise from around the corner. Mike glanced and he swore he saw a familiar brown curly ponytail whip around the corner. Blinking, he frowned, making to move, but the weight of Amelia's hand on his arm kept him from moving. Ginny had seen.

"So, you busy tonight?" Amelia hadn't noticed her. Hell, he wasn't sure if it had actually been Ginny, but...something about her seeing him with Amelia felt wrong. Pulling back he shook his head.

"My knee's...giving me a bit of trouble." He grimaced. "I think I need to go home." He turned and left. Driving home, he went in, shutting the door. What was he doing? Ginny seeing the two of them...he felt ashamed. It wasn't because of having sex with Amelia, but the fact that he'd kept it from her. She trusted so few people and now...now two of the people who were closest to her had lied to her. He needed to know. He needed to know if she saw.

Picking up his phone he dialed Ginny's number. After 2 rings it went to voicemail. He looked at it in horror. He called again and this time it went straight to voicemail.