A/N: As usual thanks to Judy and to everyone who reads and reviews. I hope you guys like this chapter and I'm about to start writing the next one soon...!

Chapter Eleven:

Three days later Sam was sitting on the couch, bored out of her mind. Sure she had the baby to keep her company, but Jason had gone back to work the afternoon before and she hadn't seen him since he kissed her goodbye when he left at two o'clock.

As she told herself that everything was okay, Sam smiled when she remembered seeing her and Jason's children on the ultrasound. A moment later Sam hit the button on the remote to turn on the TV, hoping to find a movie to watch to pass the time.

However, just as she was about to turn on a horror movie there was a knock at the door. She started to tell the person to come in since she wasn't supposed to be on her feet too much, but then realized inviting in a possible stranger could be dangerous.

So Sam got to her feet and looked through the peephole, then opened the door to let Lucky in. She was surprised to see him.

"Lucky? What's going on?" Sam asked as she opened the door and invited him into the penthouse. After Lucky walked in Sam quickly closed the door and told Lucky to take a seat as she resumed her seat on the couch.

"What's wrong? Is Jason okay?" Sam demanded the minute that Lucky was seated in the rolling chair at the computer desk. The hairs on the back of Sam's neck were standing up as she waited for Lucky to tell her the bad news.

News that Jason had gotten shot again or even worse, that he was dead. Sam always feared the day when she would open the door to Lucky, or hell any police officer standing in the doorway of the penthouse telling her of Jason's death.

However when Lucky smiled, it threw Sam off and she wondered how he could smile when she felt like her world was going to come crashing down at any moment.

"Sam," Lucky said as he quickly got to his feet once more before she could get upset. He pulled Sam into a hug and then said, "Don't worry. I have some good news for you, surprising news, but good news all the same."

When Lucky didn't automatically continue talking, Sam nudged him with her arm and then said, "Lucky, you're scaring me! Tell me what the hell is going on!"

Right as Lucky said the words, "Lila's alive," there was the sound of a key in the lock and then the door to the penthouse opened and Jason walked in.

When Jason walked into the penthouse he was surprised and a little annoyed to find Lucky in his home. But what really pissed him off, was that when he did a double-take he realized that Lucky was hugging Sam who was crying.

Jason quickly took the clip out of his gun, put both the clip and the gun away so that it wouldn't go off and then quickly walked over to Sam who after several minutes finally seemed able to speak.

Jason was surprised to hear Sam's voice shake which almost never happened, as she tried to regain her composure although it was useless.

"Tell me where she is," Sam commanded Lucky, though her voice was weak and didn't hold the same amount of authority it usually did.

Figuring that something must be wrong, Jason tried to get Sam to tell him what was going on and who they were talking about.

If something was wrong with the babies, it still didn't explain why Lucky was in their home and why neither of them were at the hospital with a full staff of doctors.

"Lucky, what the hell happened?" Jason demanded as he tried to take Sam out of Lucky's arms but Sam refused to be moved. "Come on Sam, you need to go lie down or at least sit down and calm yourself. You know that stress isn't good for you or the babies."

After Jason spoke Sam turned her attention back to Lucky and said angrily, "Tell me what the fuck you know about Lila!"

Sam's words surprised Jason and it took him a moment to make sense of them before he said, "Sam, what are you talking about?"

His voice was gentle as he said continued to speak. "Sam, Lila's dead. She has been for six years. I don't know what's going on, but I told you… You know that I held her before …" Jason trailed off as he looked at Lucky and said, "Explain, now! Why did you say something like that to Sam? You know what she went through after Lila's death!"

Lucky sighed softly as he started to explain. "You see the thing is the baby that you buried six years ago, it wasn't Lila. It was a baby named Isabelle. Her mother died giving birth to her and the hospital staff couldn't find a next of kin for Isabelle's mother, so they put her in the foster care system."

Lucky ran a hand through his hair as he continued. "What happened was the paperwork got mixed up and when the foster mother took Lila to get a check-up, the doctor told the foster mother that none of the paperwork matched the facts."

Sam finally snapped out of her daze as she asked, "What do you mean, Lucky? I don't understand."

Lucky exhaled a worried breath and then explained the rest. "Since Lila is in fact not Isabelle, there are certain things that can explain this to us. For one, the blood type was wrong. And for two, the patient histories don't match along with the description of the child at birth."

Sam froze as two things that Lucky was saying became perfectly clear. First, her daughter Lila was actually alive. Her daughter, her six-year-old daughter was alive. Second was the fact that her daughter was in the foster care system. All Sam knew in that moment was that she was going to do everything in her power to get Lila back.