Author's Note: Kinda short, but hope that's ok. Hope you all like! Thanks to Blucrayons for the help!

Chapter 21: Insane

"You're going to let her move in here!?" Davy exclaimed jumping up from the kitchen table angrily a few hours later when Mike and Micky had returned home with Rose. They had sat and told Peter, Sarah and Davy the entire story that Heather had told them as to why she had poisoned Mike and how she knew Mike was the baby's father. "Have you completely lost your mind!?"

"Davy, please calm down," Peter tried hating the tension he felt in the air between everyone and wanting it to just end. "Let's just hear him out."

"She tried to kill you, Mike!" Davy yelled ignoring Peter.

"She didn't try to kill me, Davy," Mike said.

"You really believe her story?" Davy asked.

"Parts of it," Mike admitted sighing heavily and collapsing into a chair.

"Parts of it?" Davy echoed.

"I believe she didn't know the drug she gave me was going to nearly kill me," Mike answered. "But I don't believe she never meant to hurt me. There's something…nevermind."

"So you know she tried to hurt you and you're going to let her live here with us!?" Davy exclaimed, still extremely angry.

"Davy, there's more to this than you're seeing," Mike tried again.

"You can't tell me you're ok with this?" Davy demanded now rounding on Micky who was sitting on the sofa next to Sarah.

"No, I'm not," Micky answered.

"You guys aren't really seeing the bigger picture here," Rose interceded.

"What bigger picture?!" Davy exclaimed. "She nearly killed Mike and we're just gonna let her move right on in here so she can be under the same roof and try again!"

"No one is saying she didn't," Rose said. "But that's kind of the point. It's better to keep her close and keep an eye on her until we can figure out what she's up to than to let her run off with Mike's baby and do whatever she wants. Look, I know Heather. I grew up with her. I trust part of her story and I know Micky does, too." She paused long enough to glance at Micky who nodded reluctantly before continuing. "She's not smart enough to think of a plan like that on her own. She's not smart enough to come up with that drug on her own. I do believe she's getting help from someone. Whether or not that's Mike's dad, I have no idea. Whether or not she's in danger, I have no idea, but there is the risk she could run with the baby and there is the risk that whoever she's working with could hurt his baby. It's better to keep an eye on her here where we can make sure the baby stays safe."

"But if she was working with someone to kidnap Mike, why is he still here?" Peter said. "I mean, that must mean she regrets what she did, right?"

"She may have had a different plan, Peter," Rose said.

"Like what?" Davy asked.

"I don't know," Rose said. "But the closer she is to us, the higher our chances of figuring that out."

"There's more to this than that," Sarah said not looking anyone in the eye. "I mean, the medical evidence says she was at least tortured and raped."

"Well, it says she was beaten and had sex," Rose admitted. "So I guess."

"What happens to people after something like that?" Sarah asked still looking at the ground. "What do most people do? They self-medicate to make the pain go away. Micky drank. I...I turned to drugs for a while before my parents locked me away."

"You did drugs?" Micky asked still holding her close. His tone wasn't accusatory; rather surprised.

"I never said I was proud of what I did," Sarah said. "I was alone. I did whatever I could get my hands on to numb the pain; to make the nightmares go away. But that's not the point. The point is we don't know what Heather's going to do. She's pregnant. If she self medicates, she won't only be hurting herself...she'll be hurting the baby. Mike's baby. So it's more than just making sure she doesn't skip town with his baby."

"I didn't even think of that," Mike sighed. "No way I'm letting her do anything like that to my child."

"Ok," Davy sighed finally giving in and sitting back down. "You bring up some pretty valid points. But I still don't like it."

"I'll stay here, too," Rose said. "If it makes you feel any better about it."

"I don't think anything will make me feel any better about it," Davy admitted.

"Do we even have enough room?" Peter asked. "We got lucky with that other bed…"

"I have a spare bed," Rose said.

"You'll be here for the next 5 months," Micky said. "So you might as well just bring all your stuff, too. Can you move out of your apartment?"

"Yeah," Rose answered heavily. "It's a month to month lease. You guys are ok with that?"

"I am," Mike said. "The more people watching her, the better. The three of you can stay in the downstairs room and we'll stay upstairs. If that's alright with you, Sarah."

"I don't trust her any more than the rest of you," Sarah said. "I'd rather keep an eye on her, too."

"When does she get out of the hospital?" Davy asked.

"Tomorrow morning," Mike answered. "They're going to keep her tonight for observation."

"Well, then lets get Rose moved in tonight," Davy said with a heavy sigh. Peter and Mike nodded and moved toward the door, but Micky hung behind for a second.

"You never told me about doing drugs," Peter heard Micky whisper to Sarah; again, it was more of a concerned tone than an angry one.

"I wasn't proud of it," Sarah whispered back. "But I have you now. I'm ok. I promise."

"I'm always here for you," Micky said softly kissing her shoulder.

"I know," Sarah answered. "I'm ok. Go help them. I'll get everything ready."

"We can ask Larry to borrow his truck," Davy said oblivious to the conversation between Micky and Sarah. "Let's hope he's not busy. It'll make it easier."

"Sure," Micky said walking toward the door. "I'll go talk to him and meet you at Rose's apartment."

Mike couldn't sleep that night. It wasn't all the heavy lifting they'd done of moving Rose in and getting things ready for Heather; it was the thought of Heather staying with them and the thought that he was going to be a father. But there was something else at the back of his mind, too. Something that he kept trying to pin down, but couldn't quite see it through the fog. He had tried to close his eyes once, but couldn't see anything other than the fog he'd been seeing for months.

Sighing, he sat up and looked around. It was almost morning and Peter and Davy were asleep in their beds. Micky's bed was empty, but he assumed Micky was downstairs in bed with Sarah. He climbed down the stairs and started a pot of coffee knowing he'd need something to keep him awake. Just to make sure, he peered into the downstairs bedroom and saw Micky and Sarah curled comfortingly under the sheets in her bed and Rose in the bed she brought from home. He glanced at the empty bed they'd made for Heather and felt a sick feeling in the back of his throat again.

Trying to push the thoughts out of his head, he closed the door behind him and walked back out into the kitchen. He waited for the coffee to brew and leaned over the sink feeling sick to his stomach. He wasn't sure what he was doing; how could he be a father right now? All he knew for sure was he couldn't let Heather raise his child. He didn't know exactly what she'd done to him, but knew she'd drugged him and took away his ability to choose whether he wanted to sleep with her or not. Somehow, though, that didn't seem like the worst of it. It felt like something else had happened during the drug-induced haze, but couldn't fight through it enough to know for sure.

"You ok, Mike?" Rose asked coming out of the room quietly.

"Yeah," Mike lied.

"You can't really lie to a cop," Rose said. "Besides that. I know what you're going through. Remember?"

"Yeah," Mike admitted. He wasn't really sure he wanted to talk to anyone, but she had a point about knowing how he felt. And maybe she could help him push past the fog. "This stays between us?"

"If that's what you want," Rose smiled and pulled out a chair for him to sit at the table before sitting down herself. "If you're worried about how to raise the child, there are some safe foster homes out there. They aren't all bad."

"I know that," Mike answered. "And it's not really about that so much. I can't help but feel like something's missing."

"Missing?" Rose asked.

"When they drugged you and made you...do those things…" Mike started looking away from her. "Did you remember what happened?"

"Sometimes," Rose answered. "But sometimes it's just a fog."

"Yeah," Mike answered unable to hold back a smile at the word. She was so much like him; even using the same words and phrases as him.

"Is that why you think something's missing?" she asked softly.

"I remember a lot about that night very clearly," Mike said. "I remember kissing her and wanting desperately to be with her. I remember taking our clothes off and how good it felt…"

"That was the drugs, Mike," Rose assured him when he trailed off.

"I know," Mike sighed. "I remember being with her...and then...I remember passing out."

"Ok, so what's missing?" Rose asked.

"I don't know," Mike answered. "I'm not really sure if I really even passed out. I think I just...stopped remembering. Stopped being aware of what was happening; what I was doing to her; what she was doing to me. It's hard to explain."

"No, I get it," Rose said. "I've been there. I know what it's like...to not trust your own memories. Do you think something else happened?"

"I feel like it did," Mike admitted after a moment. "But I don't know what. I keep trying to remember. I keep trying to replay that day in my head hoping for something new...but nothing ever comes to me. Just this feeling of something missing."

"That's the drugs, Mike," Rose repeated placing a hand softly on his arm. Her touch somehow felt soothing to him. As if somehow her touching him was taking some of his pain away. "They mess with the way your mind works. You lose control of yourself and sometimes you lose the ability to even form memories. There's nothing for you to recall. Honestly, trying is just going to make it worse. You'll keep replaying what happened hoping to remember something that isn't there and you'll never be able to move on from it."

"I just can't help but think that something else happened," Mike insisted. "And I need to know what."

"I understand that, Mike," Rose said. "Really, I do, but you may have to accept you'll never know. Not unless she volunteers the information, and I really doubt she will. Not freely."

"What does that mean?" Mike asked finally looking at her.

"That means that we don't tell Micky a damn thing about this," Rose answered. "Unless you're willing to get your answer by any means necessary."

"I don't really think Micky would do anything like that," Mike said though something told him he was wrong.

"You don't know Micky as well as I do," Rose answered sounding almost sad. "He's a beautiful person with a heart of solid gold, but…"

"But what?" Mike asked.

"Hurt someone he cares about and he can be very much like his father," Rose finished.

"I don't believe that," Mike argued.

"Didn't you tell me when you found him with Heather in her hotel he was holding a baseball bat to her throat?" Rose pointed out. "The only reason he hasn't done anything to her since that night is because he couldn't find her."

"Is being under the same roof as her a good idea then?" Mike asked.

"He won't hurt her now," Rose said. "Not while she's carrying your child. He wouldn't do that to you. It'll take everything out of him, but he won't do anything to hurt that baby."