They stop by a little mom and pop diner and get milkshakes and hamburgers to go, and take them to the park. Cadie is surprised when James reaches into the back of the truck and gets a blanket, carrying it to their favorite spot under the branches of a willow tree overlooking the pond.

She had thought that he'd forgotten about this place. She follows with the food and, after they eat, reclines on the blanket, watching James skip rocks, laughing and betting with him about who could skip them farther.

He helps her up and hands her a couple of the rocks that he had found. She winds up and skips the first one six times before it goes under for good. She winds up a second time, and abruptly doubles over in pain.

"What is it? What's wrong?" asked James, worried. He looks closely at her and notices that she is extremely pale, then he notices the blood running down her leg and pooling where she stood. "Mother of God!"

He helps her over to the blanket, laying her down, and then scoops the whole shebang, blanket, Cadie and all, into his arms, carrying her to the truck. He quickly jumps in and starts it. He sprays gravel as he leaves the parking lot and speeds all the way to the hospital, driving like a maniac the whole way.

He carries her into the emergency room and tries to stay near her as they whisk her into an exam room, but the ER staff won't let him stay. He goes to the waiting room and fills out the paperwork as much as he is able, and when a shadow falls over the clipboard, looks up to find the doctor standing over him.

"Mr. Barney?"

James nods, not trusting his voice.

"I'm sorry, sir. We did all we could. We lost the baby, but we're still fighting for the mother. She keeps mumbling about something involving punishment for loving someone."

"Can I see her?" James asked, hopefully.

"Yes, maybe you can calm her down. And, by the way, the baby was a little girl. She was perfect in every way, just too small to survive."

James's heart constricts painfully in his chest. They would have had a daughter.

The doctor leads James back to the room where they had put Cadie. When he walks over to the bedside and takes her hand, she immediately calms down, as if she knows that her knight in shining armor is there.

He bends over and talks to her. "We got to quit meeting like this, little bit. Every time I see you, you're in a hospital bed. First time, on the base after an attack; the second time, after the kidnapping, and now. We lost the baby this time, but maybe we can try again. Come back to me, Cadie, please. I don't want to lose you, now that I've just found you again."

He lays his head down near hers, weeping for the loss of their daughter, and from the near loss of his beloved. He stays at her side all night, only getting up to get a snack around midnight. The same goes on for another couple of nights.

Cadie slowly regains consciousness the second morning after as James sits silently at her side. She reaches up to touch his cheek and whispers, "I'm here, James. I'm not going to go anywhere."

He turns his head and for the first time since they were separated in the ER, she sees his face. She knows in an instant what had happened. She had lost the baby.

"Don't be mad, James. Please, don't be mad at me. Please don't hate me. I tried my hardest. I guess I'm just not good enough for anyone." She turns her head away from him as tears stream down her face.

He reaches up to stroke her cheek. "I'm not mad, babe, and there's no way I could hate you. I know that it wasn't your fault. You did the best you could do. Our daughter wasn't meant to be born this time."

"Our daughter? It was a little girl?" Cadie asks him.

"Yes."

"What did you name her?" she asks him, starting to realize all that had happened and why she was in another hospital room.

"I didn't. I wanted to talk with you first and see what you wanted."

"What do you think about Adrienne Justina?"

"Adrienne Justina Barney. It sounds pretty good. I like it."

The nurse comes in with a very tiny bundle, "Would you like to hold her for a few minutes?"

Both Cadie and James nod. The nurse gently lays the lifeless infant in Cadie's arms. Tears flow out of both Cadie and James's eyes as they take in the small body of their daughter. "You can tell she's yours, James. She looks just like you." She hands the baby to James.

"She looks a tad bit like you, too, honey. Yes, I think she fits the name of Adrienne Justina. I hate to bring it up at a time like this, but what are we going to do about funeral arrangements?"

"There is a small cemetery a few miles from here by the park, sir, just for those little angels who never got to bless us with their presence. Those that were just too small and early to survive, like your daughter, or those miscarried or stillborn. I think that it might be a good place to lay her to rest. They have little grave markers and statues and everything," the nurse told him.

"I think that's an excellent idea," he answered.

Two days later Cadie is released from the hospital after James manages to convince the doctors that they she is, indeed, a combat medic, and can handle anything that may happen, and she and James go out to her trailer to pack her belongings in his truck and get ready to leave for the base. Then they go out to the little cemetery for Adrienne's short but sweet funeral. They get the call that her car is ready to be picked up and they go retrieve it, deciding to leave the next morning.

They go to bed in James's hotel room, sharing the bed, just holding each other close and talking until they fell asleep. The next day Cadie gets her car and drives back to the base, driving straight through, and James is right behind her in his truck, keeping a close eye on her. Each of them has a walkie-talkie in the vehicle with them, and they talk to each other all the way back.

As soon as they get back to the base, Hawk calls them into his office. On his desk are Cadie's letter of resignation, an ashtray, and a lighter. When he sees the pair walk through the door, he lays the letter in the ashtray and lights it. He then looks up at Cadie and James, noting their paleness, and quiet demeanor. He abruptly realizes that both of them were obviously depressed and in shock.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked them. Cadie drops a number of photos onto his desk in front of him. Realization slowly dawns on his face as he looks at them. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea. What did you do with her?"

"We had her buried in a small cemetery for infants that were either miscarried, stillborn or just born too soon, like Adrienne; in Brandywine, not too far from where we were living."

"Does she have a marker or anything?"

"There is a small plaque with her name and the date on it. We didn't have the time or money to do anything else."

"I'm sorry, you two, I really am; and I hate to get right down to business, but Grand Slam, Flint needs you for a mission in Indonesia, and Spitfyre, I want you to get your little behind down to the infirmary so Lifeline can make sure you're fit for duty."

A/N: Spitfyre is the type who will throw herself into her work as she deals with her grief. I decided to make Grand Slam the same way.