A couple of weeks later, Charity hooked Bain up to his leash and headed out the door. She shut and locked the door behind her. She and Bain headed down the front walk, Bain walking a little ways in front of her, alert and looking around. As they reached the beginning of the sidewalk, Charity happened to notice a black car parked across the street.

The car appeared to be fifteen years old and it had obviously seen better days. Charity had never seen the car in the neighborhood before. She looked at it and noticed that there was someone sitting in the front seat, looking back at her. A shiver went down Charity's spine, but she and Bain continued on their walk.

Charity wasn't too worried. Damen was in jail and would be for quite a long time, so it couldn't be him. The man also looked American, so he most likely wasn't one of her enemies from overseas. She also reassured herself that she was a highly trained Marine and Bain wouldn't stand for someone to attack her.

Charity shook off the strange feeling that the person in the black car had given her. She and Bain continued to the dog park. They walked around the park for a couple of hours before heading back home. When they arrived, the black car was gone. Charity entered the house cautiously, though there were no signs that the house had been broken in to.

When they entered the house, there was nothing amiss. Bain showed no signs that there was something wrong and being as dogs have a better sense of hearing and smell, Charity relaxed. Charity reached down and unhooked Bain's leash. Then she headed up the stairs, feeling a bit tired, and laid down in bed. Bain followed her and laid down next to her in Tony's spot.

Charity woke up a couple of hours later, Bain's wet nose in her face, his dog breath blowing into her nose. Charity reached a hand out and pushed his snout away. Bain looked at her with sad eyes. "Don't give me that look." Charity spoke to him. "Your breath stinks. If my breath smelled like yours, you wouldn't want it blowing in your face."

Bain just looked at her. While he couldn't speak and he didn't bark, his eyes said everything. Charity just laughed and scratched his ears. Then she rolled out of the bed and headed for the bathroom, Bain following her and waiting outside the bathroom door. After she was finished in the bathroom, Charity headed down to the kitchen and started working on dinner.

After about twenty minutes, the front door opened and Tony was walking into the kitchen. He walked up behind Charity and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the side of her neck. "Hello beautiful." He greeted her.

Charity giggled. "Hello. How was work?" She asked.

"It was a slow day." Tony answered. "Just catching up on case reports. How was your day?"

"Pretty uneventful." Charity answered. "Took Bain for a walk and then took a nap."

"That must have been nice, taking a nap." Tony teased.

"Eh." Charity replied, with a chuckle.

Soon dinner was ready and they were sitting down to eat it. After they finished eating, Tony and Charity got into comfy clothes. Charity popped a bag of pop corn and Tony put in a movie. As Charity was walking into the living room after making the popcorn, she happened to look out the window. The black car was back across the street.

"Something wrong?" Tony asked, looking up at Charity, concerned that she had stopped in the middle of the living room.

Charity mentally shook herself. "No, everything is fine." She answered. "Just a pregnancy thing." She then walked over to the couch and sat down by him.

Tony wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. He kissed the top of her head and then pushed play. Bain laid down at their feet. Tony and Charity ate the popcorn and watched the movie. When the movie was over, they headed up to bed and fell asleep. Bain slept at the end of the bed on the floor, keeping a silent watch over his masters.

The next week passed by. Everyday, Charity noticed the black car setting across the street. It would always set in the exact same spot and there was always someone in the front seat. Charity thought about telling Tony, but she figured that he would probably notice, being a trained investogator. That and she figured it was probably nothing.

On this particular day, Charity was setting in the living room on the couch, looking through a list of baby names on the internet. That's when she heard a knock on her front door. Without thinking about it, she looked out the window and saw that there was no one setting inside the black car across the street.

Charity grabbed a gun she kept close by and headed for the door. She looked through the peep hole in the door. Standing on the other side was a very young man. He couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen. Charity felt herself relax slightly. She tucked the gun into the back waistband of her jeans and then opened the door.

"Hello." She greeted him. "Can I help you with enything?"

"Hi." He greeted nervously. "Are you Charity Gibbs?"

"Depends on whose asking."

"My name is James Leroy Renolds." He said. "My mother was Jane Renolds. She passed away just a couple of months ago."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Charity replied.

"Thank you." James said. "But that's not why I'm here."

"Then why are you here?" Charity asked. "Are you the one that's been sitting in that black car across the street?"

"Yes." James answered. "I...looked you up shortly after my mother died. I've been working up the nerve to find you and once I found you...I had to work up the nerve to approach you. I'm sorry if I've caused you any alarm."

"What are you doing here, James? Why was it important for you to look me up?" Charity asked.

"You're my sister." James answered.