"Sorry, I need to borrow her for a second," Kenny told Jill and Laurie after his quick conversation with Jimmy, and coming up behind his wife. Max shot him a curious glance, wondering what was going on.

"Sure," she said despite wanting to find out what was going on between Carter and Laurie. "We'll finish this later?"

Huddling together, he whispered in her ear what Jimmy had just told him about Gina and Kurt's brother Troy, and Max actually couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"No way," she whispered back, as Jimmy made his way over to them. "She's a he?"

Kenny shrugged. "It would make sense sort of. We ran her prints through the female database, and this is Rome."

"You think we would have learned by now," Max replied, as Jimmy finally reached them. "That's one hell of an idea."

"Thought so," Jimmy replied ready to do some more digging on the background of their murderer. "There have to be medical records on her, er, him, if they had an operation."

"What's the chance of a doctor surrendering them?" Kenny had to ask, knowing what they had just been through with Max, and how many fights Jimmy had with Jill over this same issue.

"With the way things are going," Jimmy trailed off. "Not good."

"Even if she is, what motive would that give her, or him," Max asked, still feeling somewhat protective of Gina, probably out of guilt for divulging her secrets. "She obviously has a lot of problems, so what is one more piled on top?"

"Something about this doesn't sit right with me," Jimmy replied knowing that this investigation was far from over. "And I don't want you to strain yourself on this one Max, you're pregnant, don't forget that."

"You are," Carter yelped, coming up behind them and catching Jimmy's remark. "You're having a baby?"

"Shh," Kenny said because they were waiting a few more weeks before telling people. "And yeah we are."

"Wow," Carter said astonished looking at his friends. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," Max replied sheepishly, as Kenny wrapped his arm around her waist. "Ah, would you mind keeping it to yourself for now? It's still kind of new. Happy Birthday Carter."

Carter nodded enthusiastically. "I still can't believe it…"

Turning back to Jimmy. "I won't forget it, and I won't go rushing off into anything, you have my word on that, but I want to find out about this."

Jimmy nodded, as they explained the situation to Carter who readily agreed to search his DNA results to determine the sex of the killer as well.

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Kimberly watched the way the Kenny casually had his arm draped around Max's waist, and she had to admit she felt jealous and somewhat resentful because of her and Kenny's week long tryst a few years ago. Now, older and wiser she wondered what would have happened if they had given it a serious try. Looking at him now, Kimberly ached to go over there and find out. Watching her Dad, Carter, Max and Kenny clustered together she knew it had to be work related, but her attention was mostly focused on Kenny. Smiling to herself, she began to plan a way to spend more time with him.

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"Got it," Kenny said the next day walking into Jimmy's office. "Gina Troy's prints belong to a Troy Campbell of Fort Lauderdale Florida. The fax just came in."

Jimmy took it from him, and read it quickly before responding. "Good, haul her into the interrogation room, and let's give Max the honor of doing this."

Kenny nodded as they grinned at each other, and he went off to the cells and to find his wife. Catching her looking a little flushed and coming out of the bathroom, she shook her head at him.

"This nausea is going to push me over the edge," she said with a weak smile. "One minute I'm fine and the next… well you've seen me in the morning at home."

"You okay?" he asked, not wanting to push her buttons.

Max shrugged. "Yeah, but I can't wait for this phase to pass. I'll take swollen feet and a fat stomach to vomiting every morning."

Kenny smiled indulgently at her, and brushed her hair back off her face in the solitude of the back hallway. "Gina and Troy's prints matched, and I'm about to pull her into the room. You want to come?"

"I would love to," Max said truthfully. "I want to see her face when we tell her this. Maybe she'll slip up and say something. Is Wambaugh here?"

"Not yet," Kenny said ominously heading towards the cells. "Five minutes?"

She nodded, and went to meet Jimmy.

"What now," Gina snapped looking at the three cops in the interrogation room. "I thought I was going to be out of here by now."

"Not likely," Max replied coolly. "Troy."

Gina didn't hide her surprise well, and her brave façade began to crumble of Max said her name. Her eyes welled up, and her hands shook. Pale faced, she just stared up at them, and Max almost felt pity for her, even after all Gina had put her through.

"How… no one was supposed to know," Gina whispered. "Please you can't tell anyone!"

"Why not?" Jimmy asked.

"I can't tell you," Gina whimpered. "Please, I don't want to go back there!"

"What are you running from?" Max asked gently seeing the fear in her eyes. "Let us help you."

"You don't understand. No one does. No one by Kurt. And he's dead," Gina cried. "Don't you understand? He was the only one and he's gone!"

"Why is he gone?" Kenny prodded. "What happened to him?"

Gina trembled in his seat, and Max could see the blatant expression of fear written across her face. The torment of what she was going through was unimaginable, but she had a spine of steel.

"You're all cops! You don't care about me, you just want to lock me up like him," Gina cried. "Just let me be!"

"Who locked you up Gina? You can tell me, remember," Max said quietly, already knowing the answer.

She shook her head, and dug her nails into the table. "You know."

Max nodded sadly. "What happened to Kurt?"

"No, I won't tell," Gina whispered. "I want my lawyer."

Max, Kenny and Jimmy exchanged a look, and knew they weren't going to get anything else from her.

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"Judge Campbell," Max said to herself in the office later that night, as she read over his obituary again. "Fell from a pier?"

The Fort Lauderdale department had faxed up the accident and autopsy report on his death, and even though she had already read through it, Max opened it again searching for some small detail that provide something to link this all together. She turned the facts over in her mind. Child abuse, lead to marrying brother after a sex change. Murder of the brother. Looking back to Judge Campbell's accident report, Max had her doubts that it was a coincidence. Reading through the witness reports, she saw that he fell through a loose board, and she knew from her conversations with Gina/Troy that her family fished on that pier what they weren't making pornographic home movies. Still, Max mused, it didn't explain why she/he would suddenly kill her brother, unless he was taking up where their father left off. Max knew that it probably wasn't the most stable relationship in the world, but after interviewing the few people that knew them, all of them said that Gina/Troy and Kurt seemed to be happy.

She continued to read, losing herself in the information before her.

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"Kimberly," Kenny said surprised, as he opened the door to see the young college student there. "What are you doing out so late?"
"I'm not a kid anymore Kenny," Kimberly said with a smile. "I just wanted to stop by and talk. We haven't done that in awhile."

Kenny couldn't help but notice the low cut top she was wearing, as she came in. Giving himself a mental shake, he talked to himself. I'm married, and my wife is pregnant. This is your bosses daughter who is over 10 years younger then you, and I love Max, so what if Kim's wearing a top practically cut down to her bellybutton?

"Thought you'd be back at school by now," Kenny asked, settling into the chair across from her.

She shrugged. "I took a few days off."

"Bet your parents don't like that," Kenny replied dryly knowing the Brocks well.

"They'll get over it," Kim replied, wishing she was sitting closer to him, but knowing that Max was at work for a few more hours. "All alone tonight?"

"Yeah, Max had a late shift," Kenny replied. "She won't be working those much longer."

"Why not?"

"Oh, schedule changes," Kenny replied, knowing that Jimmy wouldn't let her work late at night and alone while she was pregnant much longer, and he all knew that Max would fight him all the way on it.

"You two spend a lot of time together. Don't you run out of things to say to each other?"

"No," Kenny said truthfully knowing that he and Max could talk for hours about anything and when they did run out of things to say, there were other activities they could do. "Even when we're fighting, we've always got something to say."

Kim leaned back against the couch; her long dark hair falling across her chest in what she hoped was a seductive pose. "Really?"

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"Hi, Skeeter," Max said yawning and closing the case file in front of her.

"You look tired," he replied. "Go get some rest and take a break."

"Ugh. You sound like Kenny. And Jimmy."
"Listen to them, go change and get out of here," Skeeter replied, as he settled at his desk. "Enjoy your weekend."
"I plan on spending it in bed," Max said stretching. "Sleeping."

"Right, sleeping," Skeeter said sarcastically rolling his eyes. "I'm sure someone has other ideas."

Max shot him a humorless look as she went to change.

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Kim stood up from the couch and gazed out the window at the moonless night. Turning back towards Kenny, she walked slowly towards him and sat down on the arm of his chair. He straightened up a little bit, and he'd seen the look in Kimberly's eye a few too many times to know that it wasn't harmless.

"Kim, what do you think you're doing?" he asked hoarsely.

"What we started a few years ago," she whispered. "I'm not a kid anymore, Kenny, and if it wasn't for my Dad we might have followed through with this."

Kenny shook his head and stood up. "No we wouldn't have… Kimberly, it was one of those things that wasn't meant to be."

"Because of her?"
Knowing that she meant Max, Kenny replied. "Yeah. She's my wife, the other half of me. I can't imagine not waking up with her in the morning, and even when we're fighting… I love her."

No, Kim thought to herself, no. Pushing him back down onto the couch, she crushed her mouth to him.

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Max shut of the ignition in her jeep, and wearily made her way inside. Wanting nothing more then a hot bath, and possibly falling asleep in Kenny's arms, she opened the door. Dropping her bag, Max could only stare at the scene in front of her, and she could practically feel her heart break in half as she watched Kimberly Brock straddling her husband. Frozen in one spot, Max couldn't find her voice and she couldn't tear her eyes from the two of them.

Kenny was shocked at Kimberly's aggressiveness and didn't react right away. Grabbing her hands in his, he pushed her off of him, and watched her fall back against the couch. Speechless he looked at her for a minute, and realized that they weren't alone in the room. Looking at Max, he could see the disgust plainly on her face, as well as the hurt.

"Max," he said hoarsely, not able to stand the pain in her eyes. "Let me explain."

She stepped back as he came towards her. "Explain? What is there possibly to explain, Kenny? I should have known better. I know you. And I should have known that you couldn't keep you hands to yourself! Let me guess, an anatomy lesson for the young doctor to be?"

He reached out for her, but she moved out of his grasp. "Do not touch me."

Kenny did his best not to shake at the venom he heard in his wife's words, and he could see by the fire in her eyes that she wasn't going to listen to him now, not that he deserved it. She wrapped her arms around herself, and Kenny knew that she was holding it together by a thread.

"Max, please," he pleaded, wanting her to understand.

"Get. Away. From. Me. Go back to the dorm with her," Max spat as she tried not to cry. "How could you? I thought you loved me."

Kenny ached to hold her, but knowing it would make everything worse if he even attempted to. "I do love you."

Max snorted. "Bastard! That's why you're making out with Kimberly on the couch?"

Kenny looked over at her, and then pointed to the door. "Get out."

Kim shrugged, and walked over to them. Reaching up, she stroked Kenny's cheek. "I'll see you later."

They watched her go in silence, and Kenny could have shot himself for the tears he saw running down Max's face. After everything that they had been through together, he thought, now this. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Is this how Rachel felt, Max thought wildly thinking back to that night when she had walked in on them. Is this my karma coming back to bite me in the ass? Taking another step back from Kenny, she found it hard to think because it hurt so badly. Max never thought that she could hurt that much, and not be dead.

"I don't want to talk about this," Max choked not even wanting to look at him, much less listen to him. Spinning on her heel, she fled upstairs and slammed the bedroom door behind her. Sinking to the floor, she lowered her head between her knees and sobbed.

Kenny watched her go, and wanted to follow her. Dumb-ass, he thought, how could I let this happen? Praying that he hadn't just destroyed the best thing in his life, he slowly climbed the stairs up to their room.

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Gina paced in her cell, feeling the panic rising up inside of her. I need to get out of here, she thought. Knowing that her secret was out, she knew it was a matter of time before Max put all the pieces together. She knew to much, and Gina was positive that when she did figure it all out, she would be going to prison. Sinking back against the cell wall, she wished that Kurt wasn't dead, but knowing that he needed to be. He had threatened to tell everything, and that couldn't happen. Not now, and not ever.

Videos, she thought wildly knowing that they were hidden away in the floorboards of her house. All of those videos. Part of Gina wanted this whole thing to be over, but she couldn't tell. She couldn't get anyone else in trouble over her mistakes. No one would ever hurt her again. They would be happy.

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"Max," Kenny called, rapping on the door. "Please, I need to talk to you, Honey."

Hearing nothing but muffled sobs, he felt his heart breaking. If he lived to be a hundred he would never forget the expression on her face when he looked at her.

Max heard him talking to her, but wanted nothing to do with him at that moment. Never in a million years did she ever think that Kenny would go off and have an affair. He was loyal to a fault, and it made her want to curl up and die to know that he thought so little of everything they had been through together if he could throw it all away for a quick fling with Kimberly Brock. Burying her head between her knees, Max tried to block out the sound of his voice.

"Max," he called again, trying the knob and not surprisingly finding it locked. "Just let me in. Don't do this."

"Don't do this," she yelled, throwing the door open causing him to jump back. "How dare you tell me what to do! How long has this been going on?"

"Nothing is going on," he shouted back. "Would you just listen to me?"

"Why? I should have known better!"

"Don't say that," Kenny choked out, feeling tears stinging in his eyes. "I love you Maxine. We've worked to hard to get this thing right. Please."

"Maybe we shouldn't have had too," Max spat at him. "It doesn't seem worth it now."

"Don't," Kenny pleaded feeling her slip away from him. "She showed up here, and wanted to talk. Hell, she's always been a friend… and she jumped on me."

"Oh, so of course you had to make out with her for awhile," Max replied.

"She surprised me! Max, I would never hurt you like that," Kenny insisted seeing that she didn't believe him. "You're the best part of my life, the only person I can imagine having a life with. I remember looking at you on our wedding day on the church steps, and knowing that I'd been waiting for you. Without you, I'm nothing."

Max wanted to believe him, but she couldn't get the image of them out of her head, so she tried desperately to keep her voice level. "Please just go. I can't stand to look at you right now."

"I'm not going anywhere," Kenny replied blocking the door. "And neither are you. We're fixing this thing now."

Max stared at him, and before she could shoot her retort back, she doubled over. Fire shot through her stomach, and she struggled to breath. Crumpling to the floor, Kenny was by her side in an instant.

"Oh shit," she moaned, feeling something warm trickle down her leg. "Oh, shit. Kenny!"

"It's going to be okay," he said desperately seeing the dark stain on Max's jeans. "Hold on tight, Honey."

He scooped her into his arms, and Max felt a wave of dizziness pass over her.

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"Three months," Jill said to the nurse, as they tried to control the bleeding. "She's bleeding badly! Where are my clamps?"

Max moaned, and she knew she was losing the baby. She felt Kenny beside her, holding her hand, and wiping the sweat off of her face. Squinting at him, all she could see was the love and concern on his face, but the pain was still fresh in her mind.

"We need to get her to surgery," Jill snapped at the nurse. "If we want this baby to live. Let's go people!"

Kenny could only stand and watch as they wheeled her off. Standing in the deserted hallway, he didn't know what he would do if Max lost the baby. She would never forgive him, and he seriously doubted that he would ever be able to forgive himself. Sinking into a chair, he prayed, but he a sinking feeling that their luck with miracles might have already run out.