Catherine passed a now sleeping Ben back to his mother who held onto him, giving his soft cheek a little kiss before settling him against her shoulder. The baby let out a little sigh before snuggling closer to his mother.

"So you told me he proposed, was he romantic in doing it or did he just ask?" Catherine asked, watching the love in Samantha's eyes light up for her son.

"He was very romantic Catherine, always was. We had been out for dinner and were walking through Central park on our way home. A little detour he called it but I didn't mind. I just loved being in his company." Samantha smiled at the memory. "He led me to Bethesda Terrace. We used to love sitting there on days off, just watching the world pass us by. Sounds silly but it was what we liked. Anyway he sat me down on the little bench beside the fountain and kneeled before me and told me that he loved me more than life itself and would do anything to have me as his wife. At which point I broke down into tears." Catherine watched as a single tear travelled down Samantha's cheek as she reminisced. "I told him that he didn't have to do anything. I would be his wife no matter what. That's when he placed the ring on my finger. We had decided to come down that weekend and tell you before telling everyone at work. We had even started planning the wedding."

"Really?" Catherine asked. Samantha nodded. " You know Samantha I always wanted my son to marry, but when he told us he wanted to marry you, I'll admit I wasn't so sure. But I looked back over the photo's we had from eh time you were dating. You were so happy together, so in love. I couldn't deny him that. You were so right for him and I couldn't have been happier to have you as my daughter."

Tears streamed from Samantha's eyes. "Thank you." She managed to squeak out. "It means so much to hear you say that."

"But what I don't understand is that after he died, why you couldn't come to us? Why you weren't at the funeral?"

"Catherine I was there. At the funeral. But I couldn't face anyone. All me colleagues at work weren't talking to me. They said I had betrayed Martin by not being at the hospital when he died." Samantha saw the look on Catherine's face. "At the scene after he had been shot I disappeared. I went back to the office and stayed there the night. Jack found me the following morning and told me. If I had gone to the hospital, everyone would have known. I had just watched my fiancé be killed in front of me and I just couldn't face having everyone watching me. So I disappeared. Hiding from the truth I suppose you could say."

"Samantha we would have been there for you." Catherine told her.

"I know you would have been, but you have to understand, no one in the bureau knew about us. We hadn't said anything to anyone. I didn't want people thinking that I was a ..." Samantha couldn't even finish her sentence, she didn't know how.

"Oh Samantha. So how did you cope?"

"I just did. That's what I'm best at."

The front door opening and Victor Fitzgerald entering the room interrupted conversation. "Agent Spade, what do we owe this pleasure." He asked, his voice full of sarcasm.

"Sir I am no longer an agent. I just came for a visit." She answered timidly.

"I don't want you in this house." He almost bellowed. Ben jumped from Samantha's shoulder. She shushed him before looked back to Martin's father.

"Victor." Catherine started.

"No Catherine, she ruined my son's life and now look at her. She didn't even have the decency to show up at his funeral and now she thinks she can just come here."

Samantha tried to control all the emotions she had flying about inside her body at the time. She couldn't stop the tears from falling as she placed Ben back into his seat. "Catherine I am so sorry. I should never have come. I am sorry." She said quickly as she gathered Ben's seat and bag into her arms and ran for the door.

"Samantha no, don't go." Catherine called after her but it was too late. Samantha was gone. She wheeled around to look at her husband. "Why did you do that?"

"What? It needed to be said. She did ruin Martin's life; she was never right for him and look at her now. She must have been cheating on him, she has a baby."

"A baby that is your grandson. If you had taken the time to ask." Catherine watched as her husbands face softened. "Yes, see you speak before you think. That girl has been doing everything on her own since she lost her fiancé."

"Fiancé?"

"Yes, Martin asked her to marry him and she had accepted. They were going to tell us that weekend, but they didn't due to the fact he was killed in front of her three days after he had asked. The day she found out she was expecting his child. How do you think she has been coping?"

Victor stood in stunned silence. "What have I done? I should go after her?"

"Yes you should. She's probably headed for the cemetery. Said something about introducing Ben to his daddy." Catherine said as her husband headed for the door.

"Ben?"

"Yeah, Benjamin Martin Fitzgerald. Your grandson." She told him as they walked to the car. "Let's go find them."