Kennedy started to kiss back up Willow's body as the phone rang, startling both women.

"I'll get it, " Kennedy said, realizing Willow was still reeling from her orgasm.

"Let the machine get it," Willow said back as Kennedy headed to the phone.

"Can't. Abby and Robert could have a problem."

Kennedy made it to the phone on the third ring. "Hello?"

On the other line was a voice Kennedy had never heard before; he sounded very formal and stern.

"Is this the residence of a Kennedy and Willow?" As the man said their names it was as if he was reading them off of something.

"Yeah who's asking?"

"This is detective Roberto Gutierrez. I am calling on behalf of Robert and Abigail Logan."

"Oh my God. Where are they?"

"Well, Miss, there is no easy way to tell you this. You're friends are dead."

It took Kennedy a second to truly hear what the man on the other line was saying. Dead? But how? She and Willow had just talked to them yesterday.

"Miss?" The man asked after a long stint of silence.

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry. When did they-"

Just then Willow came out into the living room, wrapped in a sheet. "You better get back into bed or else I'm gonna have to-" She saw the look on Kennedy's face and froze. "Baby, what is it?"

Kennedy shook her head, not wanting to tell Willow while she was still on the phone. She continued on with the detective. "Where are you calling from?"

"The Logan's house. That's kind of what I needed to speck with you about. You see-"

"I'll be right over." She hung up the phone and before it even hit the receiver, Willow was asking questions.

"What is it, Ken? What's wrong?"

"Abby and Robert. They're dead."

Willow looked at her girlfriend shocked. "What-what do you mean they're dead? Are the kids okay?"

"I don't know. I didn't-I didn't ask. I think we need to get over there right now," said Kennedy as she walked passed Willow into the bedroom. She came out with clothes for both.

The entire way there Kennedy did not slow the car down once. She ran everything that was red and didn't go anywhere in the vicinity of the speed limit. They pulled up at the exact time the last three bodies were being wheeled out in body bags.

"Oh, my God," Willow whispered as she saw the smaller of the three body bags. "Toby."

Kennedy went to one of the officers and asked, in Portuguese to be safe, where Detective Gutierrez was. The man pointed to a tall, lean, black haired man with a suit on. She went straight over to him. Willow followed, though still transfixed on the body bags.

"Detective?" Kennedy asked the tall man.

"Are you Kennedy?"

"Yes. Can you please tell me what happened here?"

"Yes." Willow walked up to them, arms wrapped around herself. "Miss, you can't be here. This is a crime scene."

"It's okay," Kennedy said, "this is my girlfriend, Willow."

"Yes, of course. I'm sorry."

"What happened?" Willow asked, meekly.

"We got a call from one of the neighbor about a loud noise and strange men coming from the house. A police officer came and found them about an hour ago," the man replied.

"Them who?" Kennedy asked.

"Abigail, Dr. Logan, their little boy, Toby, and the maid."

"Oh my God," Willow said again.

"How did they um...How did they die?" Kennedy knew the answer somehow. It had to be vampires.

"Neck abrasion. All. They had been drained of all of their blood."

Willow, at the thought, looked away. Kennedy grabbed her hand. "Where's Artemis?" The man looked genuinely confused at the question.

"Artemis?" He asked.

"Their baby. She's five months old."

He looked at Kennedy, realizing and turned to one of the men working inside the partially opened door and said something in Portugese. The man got up and went away from the door.

"Where's he going?" Willow asked Kennedy.

"Going to get the baby." Kennedy said it with relief; knowing the baby was okay made her feel a little bit better.

Moments later the man that had left came out of the house, a smiling Artemis in his hands. He handed him to Gutierrez, who handed her to Kennedy.

"Hi, shorty." Kennedy said to the baby. She looked at Willow, who looked at the baby in her girlfriends arms. She looked like she was going to cry. "Willow, baby, it's gonna be okay."

"What about her? Her entire family is gone."

"Not her entire family, " said Gutierrez. "She has and aunt. We haven't been able to locate her yet."

"Yeah, that's right. Robert has a sister. She's in the Peace Corp or something. He said he didn't even know where she was."

"Yes and it seems neither does anyone else. We are going to have to place the baby in foster care until we do."

"No," Kennedy said. "You can't do that. That woman will know nothing about her. Can you let us take her?"

Gutierrez looked at the couple and sighed. "Yes, for now."

Willow slightly brightened at the thought. "Really?" She asked. She felt better knowing their friends' baby was in safe hands.

"Thank you, sir," Kennedy said to the man. "Do you mind if we come back later and get some stuff from the house?"

"I think that would be okay. Later this afternoon would be best." All of a sudden, men came out with forensic cases. Gutierrez watched the men leave. "That's my cue, ladies. I will need some information on you before you can take the baby. If you'll please just go give this," he pulled a piece of paper with the couples information on it out of his coat pocket, "to that officer over there. He'll tell you when you can come to my office and talk to me about these horrific murders."

Kennedy handed the baby to Willow and said, "Take her to the car, Will. I'll be there in a minute." She kissed her distraught girlfriend and Willow did as Kennedy said. Kennedy then turned and took the paper from the man. "Thank you. For all of this. I swear we'll take good care of her."

"I know you will. Please, excuse me."

"Yes, of course." Kennedy watched as the detective walked down the pathway to a car parked on the side of the street, then she went up to the officer Gutierrez had pointed out and did what he asked.

On the way home, they decided to stop at a stop to pick up come stuff for the baby. They picked up things like diapers, bottles, formula, and pretty much everything under the sun.

They opened the door and Kennedy laid the bassinet down on the coffee table ans laid a sleeping Artemis in it. Kennedy gestured for Willow to follow her into the kitchen.

When they got there, Willow pulled Kennedy into a hug. "How could we have let this happen?" She started to cry softly.

"Will, baby, this isn't our fault. I promise I'll find out who did this to them though. I swear it."

Willow pulled back and looked into Kennedy's eyes. "What about the detective?"

"When I go and talk to him later I'll see if he can give me any information. He probably would give me much help, but it's worth a shot."

"And then what?" Willow pulled away fully. "You think you're going after this guy... or even worse, guys?"

"Well, of course. I'm letting the bastards who killed our friends get away with it."

"So, you're gonna go after a group of vampire who was capable of taking out practically everyone in that house? One of the members being a Slayer just like you?"

"Of course. How can that even be a question in your mind?"

"Simply. I'm not losing you to those guys too."

Kennedy grabbed Willow's hands. "Will, I have to do this and I need you to trust me. I'm not going anywhere."

Willow looked at her brunette. Both had had a very trying night and she didn't want to get into a full fledged argument. She spoke, "Look, let's not talk about this now. I just want to take a long, hot shower and play with Artemis."

"Okay, you do that. I'll sit with her for awhile."

Willow kissed Kennedy and hugged her. Then, she headed towards the bathroom.

In the shower, Willow leaned up against the shower crying. She just couldn't manage to get the image of the four bodies in bags. She pictured little Toby being absolutely terrified. She picked Abby and Robert fighting to save themselves, making her cry harder.

She was in the shower for 45 minutes and when she came back out into the living room, Kennedy was playing with Artemis. Kennedy had managed to make the baby girl giggle. Willow stood, leaning against the doorframe that separated their room from the living room, and looked at the scene before her.

Kennedy realizing she had an audience. "Hey, how long have you been there?"

"A little bit." Willow came over and sat down on the couch next to her girlfriend. "What are we gonna do, Ken?"

"I don't know, Will. I do think we should call Giles so he can get in touch with the coven. They might be able to help."

"I didn't mean about that, Ken. I mean about Artie. Neither of us know anything about raising a baby. We haven't even hit our mid-20's. Hell, you're barely even 20."

"We'll wing it."

"Ken, this is a child. We can't just wing it."

"Why not? Doesn't every parent? I mean, does any first time parent really know what the hell they're doing?"

"Well, no. I guess not. But I'm scared."

Kennedy kissed the redhead. "I know, baby. We'll deal. We always do." The two look at each other; they start to lean in and kiss each other when Artemis giggles, interrupting them.They smile.

"Yeah, we can wing it," Willow says.