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A/N: Another chapter. Okay...both my Law & Order fanfics are featuring a pregnancy. Wow...I have no better storyline, haha. Please review. Thanks. Love, SilverInk2011

Follow me through times sands
Through strength and determination
Our paths shall cross
But time shall not make it fate

I love you is present tense
I loved you is past tense
I will love you is future tense
But I'm with you is the present moment

"Jack, there's so much I want to tell you-." Claire began.

"You're married, aren't you?" he asked her.

"How did you-?"

"The ring. I can see it on your finger. Besides…I've fallen in love with someone else."

"Her?" she asked, pointing in Abbie's direction.

"Yes, Abbie Carmichael." He looked at Claire. "God, Claire," he whispered, "what the hell happened?"

"It wasn't my choice," she whispered.

"So, who's was it?"

"Inspector Cavanaugh's," she stated. "He'd told me that I'd be safe. Told me that I'd be comfortable here. And I've been happy. I have three kids. James, John, and Josephine. JoJo's the youngest, then John, then James."

"Wow."

"Yeah. My husband and I love them very much."

Abbie started to feel her own stomach. She'd been expecting a monthly bill for a few weeks now. It was never two weeks late before…she left.

Jack looked over to the door with worry. Connie just shook her head. "So what happened that night?" Jack asked Claire.

"I was driving Lennie home from the bar, when an oncoming vehicle hit us I saw the face briefly, but I couldn't remember what happened. When I came to at the hospital, I sort of…looked around. There was no one but Inspectors Cavanaugh and Hardwick. They treated me right…I was comfortable. I fell in love, and we got married and had three children."

"I mean, what's going on right now?"

"We're trying to wait for someone with a lead to catch this guy. That's all. He or she will be tried in federal court. There have been killings all over the US done in a similar fashion. They've been made to look like accidents. These accidents are done in three ways- a fall down the stairs, a car accident, or a suicide gone wrong. The suicides are done with pills, not weaponry. This causes the look of self-infliction, but done so poorly that when the doctors try to save them, they died. But they've seen a repeated pattern…a signature as detectives called it. They've noticed that these women have been dating men. Powerful men. Some were lawyers- like you- some were cops, and some were politicians. I was the only one to survive my attack. I was the only one to have seen my killer's face. She walked over to me when Lennie stumbled toward a pay phone to call 911. Green eyes, golden curls, and a slightly bumpy nose. She had a distinctive mole right under her eye and a wide smirk. I remember it, Jack. You never forget the face of the person who tried to kill you." She touched Jack's cheek. "You also never forget the people you were close to. I have missed you everyday Jack. But we both moved on."

"I didn't come here with those intentions," he looked back at the other two lawyers standing in the room. His heart dropped when he realized Abbie didn't just step out for a little bit to breathe. "Those two- Connie Rubirosa and Mike Cutter- and my girlfriend didn't tell me who we were going to interview. They kept it a secret, referring to you as Clarissa Karlton."

Claire stared at Mike and Connie. "Um… why don't the two of you stay here with Claire? I'm going to check on Abbie."

"What for?" Mike asked.

"Probably girl stuff." Connie scooted out the door.

"Abbie?" Connie called as she was going to enter the motel-room door. "Is everything alright?"

Abbie came out of the bathroom. It had been seven minutes since she left the interrogation session. She was holding a stick in her hands. "What is that, Abs?"

"A…a…"

"A what?" Connie got a closer look at the thing. "Is that a pregnancy test?"

Abbie went back into the bathroom and came back out with two more. "All three of them are positive."

"Oh my God, Abbie. You need to tell Jack."

"In the middle of this case?"

"Abbie, this is Jack's kid, too."

"He was just reunited with Claire."

"Yes, but you didn't hear them. They've both moved on. Claire's got her husband and Jack's got you. You're there now. Jack is…well…Jack. He loves you Abbie. I saw the disappointment in his eyes when you left. He needs you there."

Abbie felt tears fall down her cheeks again. "I just don't know."

"What don't you know?"

"The case, the reunion." Abbie moved to sit down on the bed. "This may be more than he can handle."

"I really think that this is something you need to tell him," Connie stated, sitting beside her.

"And what do I say? 'Oh, Jack, did you get the information we need? Oh, and by the way, I'm pregnant.' Is that what you want me to say?"

"I think you should just tell him everything that you need to. I don't think he'd care."

"Connie…"

"Abbie. No matter what happens, he still loves you." Connie pulled her in a one-armed hug. "I really do think you need to tell him."

"Okay, but when?"

"How about now?" The door handle clicked. The tap of feet was audible. Connie and Abbie looked up. Jack had entered the room. Connie took her cue and exited.

"Is the girl-talk over now?"

Abbie nodded as Connie left. "Jack…I'm pregnant."

Jack sat down next to Abbie, kissed her, and then held her in his arms as she cried