A/N: Many thanks for the reviews. Again i'm guessing with procedures so any and all errors are unintentional and that goes for grammar too, i know my grammar can get a little shaky sometimes. St Anne's Hospital is a made up hospital, the characters outside of CI canon are my own. Thoughts, as always, are appreciated.


Back From The Dead:

Deakins didn't know why Bobby was here, he was of little use to man or beast. For the last day or so he had lived in some kind of a fugue where nothing really penetrated. Eames hovered anxiously around him, kept a careful eye on him and he'd been relieved to know that she hadn't left his side since it had all happened. He turned his head when his office phone began to ring. He sighed raggedly; he was really starting to hate hearing the sound of a ringing phone.

Eames saw him emerge from his office first. She glanced at Bobby. He was reading a case file but she doubted that any of the information was sticking. He was an absolute wreck. Deakins approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Bobby shot a foot in the air and then looked at him. He saw the expression on his face and Eames saw the fear for herself.

"No…" Bobby moaned and began to shake his head in denial. Eames watched him. He had held onto that sliver of hope that his wife was alive, had clung to it almost desperately.

"I just got a call from St Anne's hospital. Yesterday a woman in her mid thirties was admitted after a 911 call said that a mermaid had been washed up out of the Hudson River. She hasn't regained consciousness fully so she hasn't been able to tell anyone who she is. A nurse thinks it could be Jennifer" He watched as Bobby began to rise to his feet.

"And is it?" he was shrugging on his jacket as the fax machine suddenly burst into life.

"Hopefully that will confirm or otherwise" Deakins replied as all three of them headed towards it. Bobby got there first and they watched him look at the picture. Alex watched his expression lighten and all tears suddenly crowd his eyes. He handed the sheet of paper to his Captain and then turned away. Eames stared at the picture, it wasn't of brilliant quality but there was enough there to confirm that it was Jennifer. She lay in a hospital bed, her eyes were closed and connected to an IV drip and she looked pretty cut and bruised up. But it was her. She looked at Bobby, stared at his broad back. He had never lost his conviction that she was alive, not a single time. She watched him walk slowly to a nearby empty chair and sink down into it. She went towards him. He lifted his head and looked at her. She crouched down in front of him and did something she had never done in all the years of their partnership; she hugged him. She drew back after a moment or two and looked into his dark brown eyes.

"You never gave up hope. Want me to drive you to the hospital?" he nodded.


She remembered very little of her rescue, it kind of faded in and out for her, like snapshots. There were shadowy faces, all peering at her, talking to her and asking her questions, whether she was in any pain, what her name was. She remembered hearing a siren of some sort and somebody asking her even more questions but she couldn't focus on anything for long enough, couldn't find her voice to answer them. All that she was aware of was bone-numbing cold and that she hurt, especially her head.


He was like a tightly coiled spring as Eames drove them both to St Anne's hospital. They were being met at the hospital entrance and they would be taken to her room. He was silent and she didn't offer any conversation, what was uppermost on his mind was seeing his wife. Some people, when they were nervous, chattered on and on to fill the silence but not her partner. He was the opposite, he went right into himself.

The hospital administrator met them. By now Bobby was anxious to see Jennifer, his eyes took in his surroundings, scanning faces. He went from being very calm to almost twitchy. He was unsettled and nervous but most of all he wanted to see his wife, to look into her eyes and hold her in his arms.

"Your Captain called ahead to confirm her identity, she's right this way" the administrator told them, noticing and understanding the tall detective's distraction.

The three of them paused outside of a door. Eames watched her partner grasp the handle. He turned his head sharply when the doctor touched his arm.

"I want you to be prepared detective, your wife is still quite confused and she's sustained some injuries, some cuts caused by broken glass and also some quite severe bruising" Bobby nodded, his grip tightening on the handle. He looked at Eames.

"Go on in, I'll wait here for you" she told him in a quiet voice.

She opened her eyes when she heard the door to her room open. She watched a tall man with wide shoulders walk towards her. At first he was blurry to look at. Slowly she blinked.

"Jenn?" his voice was soft but familiar, so familiar. She frowned. Enlightenment dawned.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah baby, it's me" Her eyes widened and she watched him as he sat on the side of her bed.

"Oh God, Bobby!" she struggled to sit up. He moved towards her and drew her into his arms.

"Jenn…oh God… Jenn" And finally the iron control that he'd held onto with such determination buckled and broke. She wrapped her arms around him as he cried, inhaling the familiar scent of him, feeling tears flood her own eyes too. He was shaking and stroking her hair.

"I've been so worried…so scared," he whispered to her

"I didn't mean…" she began in a weak voice. He drew her back and looked into her eyes.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, nothing...to... to apologise for. You're here and... you're...God, you're safe," he told her. He wiped at his face, smiling a little self-consciously. He then pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Go to sleep. I won't leave you" he promised and helped her to lie down.


He watched over her as she slept. He wiped at his eyes again. Her pale skin was marked with cuts from the window she'd gone through, her face was scratched and bruised, a cut on her forehead carefully sutured and taped over. He saw the dark purple bruises on her right shoulder and knew there would be more of those. He lifted his head as the door opened again. A doctor appeared. Bobby watched as he saw him and then noticed Jennifer was asleep. He turned to leave. Bobby got to his feet.

"Doctor…can I talk to you?" he began and the doctor paused and waited for him to catch up.

"My wife…she's ...pregnant…she'll need an ultrasound…to see if...if... everything is okay," he stuttered. The doctor looked at Jennifer and then back at him before consulting the chart that he carried.

"There was nothing mentioned of bleeding or abdominal pain. We'll continue to keep her under observation and when she wakes up, we'll arrange for an ultrasound" Bobby nodded, feeling marginally calmer.


He slipped out of her room and saw his partner waiting outside, a paper cup of coffee in her hand. She looked at him.

"How is she?" Bobby sighed raggedly and rubbed the back of his neck with one hand.

"Alive. Cut up and... bruised but she's…alive" she tilted her head to one side.

"And the baby?" Bobby shrugged.

"She'll get an ultrasound when she wakes up but she hasn't suffered any bleeding or…abdominal pain so I'm taking that to be a good sign"

"It is. How about you?"

"I'll let you know when I stop shaking," he admitted.


Jennifer woke up a few hours later and saw Bobby sitting by her bed. He hadn't left her. Then she remembered he didn't break his promises, if he was going to be somewhere, then he'd be there. A memory of him yelling her name as she was yanked away from him made her gasp quietly. Immediately Bobby looked at her.

"Jenn?" he moved closer to her.

"I'm okay…" she told him quickly. He took her hand and held it between his own.

"Sure?" she didn't look it but he wasn't going to push it. Instead he lifted her hand and brushed his lips against her knuckles.


Jennifer listened as a doctor explained what was going to happen. She then looked at Bobby with wide eyes. He gently squeezed her hand. An ultrasound was going to be conducted and bearing in mind of the results, she would be moved up to the OB/GYN ward for further observation.

"Whatever happens, we'll get through it, okay?" he told her and she nodded, a rapid movement that told him all about her nerves. He leaned over and tenderly kissed her.

He watched as she was checked over; was a reassuring presence as blood samples were taken. They were left alone for just a minute but Bobby saw how tense she'd become.

"What if…" she blurted out. He squeezed her hand again.

"Everything will be fine," he told her.

"I fell into a heavily polluted river Bobby, the fall alone should have killed me. How could our baby survive that?"

"Maybe because you did?" he suggested. That silenced her. He turned his head when the OB/GYN doctor appeared to conduct the ultrasound.


Bobby wasn't aware that he was holding his breath until he heard the rapid beating sound. That initial silence had been nerve racking. The doctor looked at them, a soft smile on her face.

"There you go. That's the heartbeat" Bobby looked at Jennifer and he smiled gently.

"Told ya," he commented and Jennifer smiled back, her eyes bright with unshed tears.


It was usually quiet at this time of night on the ward. Nurse Juliet Madison was assigned to check on the patients. The majority of them were in single rooms, away from the maternity section so that they could get much needed rest. The patients were pretty much across the board, those with medical emergencies, those on bed rest, and those who had suffered tragedies and needed to mourn away from where they would otherwise be reminded of what they'd lost. It was her job right now to check on them, to make sure that they were comfortable, had everything that they needed or to conduct essential medical checks. She paused outside of room 200. The door was closed and she picked up the chart slotted into the door bracket for such things. Jennifer Copeland Goren. She was almost fourteen weeks pregnant. Oh, she remembered her; she was the police detective who had come into the ER after being fished out of the Hudson River. She'd been missing, presumed dead and had by some kind of a miracle, survived her time in the river before being washed ashore and the even more miraculous part was, the baby she'd been carrying had survived too. She was a recent transfer to the ward, for rest and observation. She replaced her chart and quietly opened the door and peeped in.

The room was low lit and peaceful. The patient was sleeping. She smiled to herself when she saw the detective's husband stretched out on top of the blankets with his shoes kicked off. His eyes were closed and his arms were around his wife and she was snuggled into him. Juliet smiled to herself and left them alone.

tbc...