"What? What do you mean Helen's missing?" Lindsay asked.

"Ellenor said she was supposed to be home almost two hours ago to watch Zoe. She's not answering her pager, cell phone, or office phone."

Lindsay closed her eyes, fearing the worst. "Oh my God. We have to find her Bobby."

Bobby gently cupped her elbow and led her to the couch. Lindsay was pale and suddenly looked very weak. She sat by reflex and Bobby sat next to her, holding her hands in his. "Lindsay, we don't know where she is and Boston is a big city."

"Fine. I'll go try to find her myself." Lindsay stood up quickly and Bobby stood also, then gently pressed on her shoulders until she was again seated.

"I'll go with you, I want to make sure Helen's okay too. But I'm just warning you. Maybe she wanted some privacy. She's only been gone two hours, it's not really a reason to panic. And you need to try to calm down. It's not good for the babies for you to get excited."

"What if something horrible happened to her?"

Bobby grabbed both of their briefcases and helped Lindsay to her feet. They hurried out of the office to Bobby's car which was in the parking garage next door.

"I want to start at her office," Lindsay said, her voice sounded confident except for the little shake at the end.

"Okay," Bobby started the car and laced his fingers through Lindsay's for the 10 minute drive to the court house. Because of the late hour, they were lucky and managed to find a parking spot close to the door.

Bobby and Lindsay hurried through the doors, only to be stopped by the metal detectors. Bobby emptied his pockets of his keys and change, then walked through without a problem. Lindsay threw her purse on the x-ray machine and walked through. Much to her annoyance, the metal detector beeped.

The guard in charge rolled his eyes and sighed before saying, "Please empty your pockets and step through again."

Lindsay let out a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes in annoyance. Couldn't he see they were in a hurry? She stepped back and looked at her dress which didn't have any pockets. She removed her wedding and engagement rings before stepping through again. And again, the detector beeped. The guard sighed once again. He really wanted to go home.

"Please spread your arms," the guard instructed as the waved the wand over the front of Lindsay's body.

"Could you hurry up, please," Lindsay snapped. "We're in a hurry."

When the wand didn't beep, the guard stepped behind her and moved it over her back, starting at her head. When he reached her shoulder blades though, the metal detector beeped. Lindsay's eye grew wide as she blushed, immediately knowing what the problem was.

"Ma'am," the guard asked, clearly wanting an explanation.

"It's my bra," Lindsay whispered, embarrassed. As soon as he heard her, Bobby burst out laughing. "It's not funny," she growled and glared at him. One of the side effects of her pregnancy and having larger breasts than she normally would, were the larger bras. And this was not a side effect she was overly fond of at the moment. The guard nodded that she could go and Lindsay grabbed her purse and rings, hurrying toward the elevator. Bobby followed after her, catching up as the doors opened. They walked in and the doors closed. Lindsay reached up and pressed the button for the seventh floor where Helen's office was. While they traveled upwards, Bobby wrapped his arms around his wife's waist from behind and rested his hands on her stomach.

"She'll be okay Lindsay. I'm sure of it."

Leaning against him, Lindsay nodded. "I hope so."

They arrived at Helen's office and found the door unlocked. Lindsay walked in and found the light still on and Helen's files scattered over her usually organized desk. Her cell phone and pager lay on top of the files.

"She never goes anywhere without them," Lindsay whispered, pointing at the phone and pager.

"Maybe she's in one of the courtrooms," Bobby suggested.

"Or maybe someone took her. Someone who she sent to jail and got out. Like Rooney did with you, and she couldn't get them. Or he wouldn't let her." Lindsay's voice was reaching hysterical.

Before Bobby could respond a Hispanic cleaning woman appeared in the doorway. "Senorita Gamble no esta aqui." Miss Gamble isn't here.

Lindsay turned quickly. "Donde esta Senorita Gamble?" Where is Miss Gamble?

"Ella fue a la casa." She went home.

"A cuanto tiempo ella salio?" What time did she leave?

"A cinco horas este tarde." At 5:00 this afternoon.

Lindsay turned to Bobby, fear reflected in both of their eyes. "Gracias," she whispered and hurried into the hall with Bobby on her heels.

"Maybe she went out to dinner," he suggested weakly.

"Without her cell phone or her pager?"

"She could have forgotten them." Bobby paced back and forth a bit, clearly nervous. "Look, we'll call the police, see if we can find anything."

"Bobby I don't want to wait here not doing anything. Can we at least start driving towards her apartment, see if we can find anything?"

"Yeah. That's a good idea."

They took the elevator back down stairs and while Bobby began the drive towards Helen and Ellenor's apartment, Lindsay used her cell phone to call the police. She was lucky and got an officer whom she'd dealt with before.

"Jason, it's Lindsay. I need some information."

"I'll tell you what I can, Lindsay. What do you need?"

"I need to know if you've had any traffic accidents in the last hour and a half. One of my friends is missing. Helen Gamble."

"Can you give me a make on the car?"

"She drives a red 1999 Taurus."

"Um...there was a two car accident around 5:15 this evening on West 95th Street." Lindsay closed her eyes tightly. That was one of the roads Helen took home. "A red Taurus and a white Windstar. The driver of the Windstar was drunk and crossed over the line, running head on into the Taurus. He died." Lindsay gasped and felt tears clogging her throat. "The other driver didn't have any ID on her. Can you describe her? I haven't seen Helen in years."

"She's about 5'3" probably weighs about 100 pounds. Maybe a little less. She has long black hair and blue eyes."

Jason sighed. "The driver of the Taurus fit that description. We took her to St. Anne's after the accident."

Tears pooled in Lindsay's eyes and fell down her cheeks. "How...how was she?"

"It was touch and go."

"Thank you." Lindsay hung up the phone and Bobby knew without asking that the answer was bad.

"Where is she?"

"St. Anne's." Lindsay tried to swallow her tears. "She was in an accident. I told her that car was a bad idea. It crumples like tin foil. Oh God." Overcome with tears of fear, Lindsay buried her face in her hands and sobbed. Bobby took one of her hands in his and held on tightly as he turned the car around and floored it to St. Anne's. Fifteen minutes later, he stopped outside the emergency room of St. Anne's Hospital.

They both jumped out of the car and, still clutching each other's hands, raced inside to the admit desk.

"We're looking for the woman who was in the car accident." Bobby snapped out. Lindsay was to terrified to talk as she stood, shaking next to him.

The nurse looked up from her paperwork, a sympathetic look on her face. "Are you family?"

"Yes! How is she?"

"I'm sorry sir. That girl died half an hour ago in surgery."

"Nooooooo!" Lindsay let out a high pitched moan as tears fell more rapidly down her face and her breath started coming in gasping sobs. Bobby pulled her into his arms and rocked her back and forth as his tears fell on her hair, both mourning for their lost friend.