When Samantha awoke around ten, she decided to take a shower and get dressed. Lately, she stayed in the safety of her own apartment fearing for the life of her unborn baby. She would never leave unless Martin was with her. She was just afraid something bad would happen. After her shower, still dripping wet, Samantha picked out a red maternity shirt and a pair of maternity jeans. After dressing, Sam went into the kitchen to make a peanut-butter sandwich. She started chewing and sat down on the couch, she was bored. Since nothing was on TV, Sam turned it off and begun to reminisce about the past few years with Martin. She had basically locked her heart up after the ordeal with Jack, she was even skeptical about starting things up with Martin- the last thing she wanted was to get her heart broken again. Before she had found out she was pregnant, Samantha felt that she and Martin had been drifting apart. And then in a second, Samantha was pregnant and Martin was in a life-threatening accident. The baby shifted inside her and Samantha moved around on the couch trying to get comfortable again. After the baby stopped moving and begun to be still yet again, Samantha decided to watch a movie. She scanned the dozen movies that they had and decided on 'American Beauty' even though she figured she'd fall asleep in the middle of it. Not that she really had anything better to do anyway.
"Jack, Martin and I are going to talk to the professor Carrie may have been sleeping with…it could not be true, though…it seems that she was definitely hiding something…yeah, I'll check back later." Danny hung up his phone and he and Martin waited outside of Professor Lewton's classroom. In a few minutes, coeds begun to march out of the classroom, Martin and Danny ducked in.
"Professor Lewton?" Martin asked as he and Danny held up their badges, "I'm Agent Fitzgerald and this is Agent Taylor. We're with the FBI; we'd like to ask you a few questions about Carrie White."
"What about her?" Professor Lewton was fairly young, probably in his early thirties.
"She's missing." Danny said as he studied the professor.
"Oh. That's odd. But I guess that makes sense, she hasn't been showing up for class recently."
"When was the last time you saw her?" Martin asked.
"About three days ago, she came in after one of my classes…"
Flashback
Carrie White walks into the empty classroom, her shoulder length dark brown hair is pulled back into a pony tail, she is wearing jeans and a sweat-shirt. She looks tired and sad.
"Professor? May I talk to you for a minute?" Carrie asked the Professor who was grading papers.
"Of course, Carrie. Is everything okay? I didn't see you this morning."
"Sorry about that, I had a family emergency. I'll get the notes from someone though."
"Okay, is everything okay? With your family, I mean."
"Yea. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Umm…you said in class one time that your brother was a cop," Carrie said and Lewton nodded, "Just, one of my friends is being harassed by a guy she knows. Should she go to the cops?"
"I would recommend so. It's not you is it?"
"No, of course not. I just needed an opinion, thanks for your time Professor." Carrie clutched her bag and walked out of the classroom.
End flashback
"Have you heard from her since?" Martin asked.
"No, like I said, that was the last time I saw her."
"Were you sleeping with her?" Danny asked abruptly.
"What! No, I am a respectable professor and have never had relations with other students. Where did you hear that?"
"We just wanted to verify something, Professor." Martin said calmly.
"Yea, well, make sure the theory isn't unreasonable first. Will you excuse me, I have a class in twenty minutes and I need to get ready."
"Of course, sorry to waste your time," Danny said, "Oh, would you mind telling us where your brother works."
"NYPD. Inspector Don Lewton."
"Thanks." Martin said as they walked out of the classroom.
"So what do we have so far?" Jack asked as the others sat around the big table in the bullpen.
"She may have been getting harassed by someone. We are still trying to find Don Lewton." Danny said.
"Is suicide a possibility?" Martin asked.
"Maybe," Jack said, "When Viv and I went to talk to her parents, they said she had been severely depressed for the past couple years. But they thought that she had gotten better. For all we know, the footage on the surveillance camera could just be a set-up. Or it could be an actual abduction. A/V is still trying to clean up the image. We may be able to get an I.D. of him." As Jack finished up, the A/V man walked into the bullpen. "Taylor, I think we got him."
Jack and Danny went into the A/V room, Martin and Vivian continued to look though credit card receipts and phone bills.
"How's Samantha doing?" Vivian asked.
"Good. She's tired a lot, and she misses everyone."
"When is she due?"
"Second week of November."
"Seven weeks. Are you ready?" Vivian said smiling
"I think so. I guess I hadn't really thought about it much."
"You're going to be a great dad. I mean, you can put up with Danny."
"Yeah, I guess." Martin's smile faded as he glanced though a credit card bill, "Yeah Viv? Carrie White bought a gun about a week ago." Vivian looked up at him, started.
"Protection?"
"Maybe, I'll go tell Jack." Martin grabbed the piece of paper and waked toward the A/V room.
"Marty, what'd you find?" Danny asked as Jack and the A/V man ran the kidnapper though the criminal database.
"Our Carrie White needed more than mind powers to protect herself: she bought a gun last week."
Danny sighed, "Does she have a license?"
"Nothing to suggest she doesn't." Martin replied.
"Guys, we got him." Jack said as a criminal record of one Thomas Carson came out of the printer. Thomas was 23 and arrested two years earlier for driving under the influence.
"This guy looks familiar," Martin said to Danny, "wasn't he in Lewton's class?"
"Yeah, he walked out when we walked in. Maybe he's still on campus."
"Okay, Danny and I will go. Martin, stay here with Vivian and see what you can get on this guy." Jack said
"Okay." Martin walked back into the bullpen and informed Vivian of the updates as Danny and Jack left.
Samantha awoke to the DVD menu of 'American Beauty' and grew quite sick of the plastic bag blowing around the screen. She turned off the DVD and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she rummaged though the kitchen for something to eat. It was around four p.m. and she was starving. She decided on left over pepperoni pizza, with green peppers of course. She wondered how Martin was doing on the case; he must have been pretty busy since he usually called her when he was bored. Sam looked over the list of baby names once again and crossed off Natalie.
"Lily, Grace, Molly. Lily Grace Fitzgerald." Samantha smiled at the name. She had finally decided on a name for the baby.
"Thomas Carson? FBI! Open up!" Jack yelled to the dorm room with Danny by his side.
"Umm, can I help you?" Said a young man who opened the door, and who was not Thomas.
"Are you the roommate? We're looking for Thomas Carson." Danny said to the kid
"Yea, he's my roommate. He just left a few minutes ago."
"Where did he go?" Jack asked.
"I...I don't know." The kid stammered.
"Okay, um, did he take a car? Ride a bus? Walk?" Danny questioned
"He ran. And he grabbed a key or something. I know he has a storage space somewhere; he keeps all his crap there."
"Okay, we're gonna need to know where that is." Jack said; ready to write it down in his notebook.
"FBI!" Martin yelled as he, Danny, and Jack made their way to Storage Shed Storage Area #180.
"Open it!" Danny commanded the owner of the business and he obeyed. The door opened and the first thing they say was Carrie White with duct tape over her mouth and around her wrists and ankles. Danny walked in to help her, but was hit over the head with a baseball bat by a figure appearing out of the dark.
"Shit!" Jack yelled as he and Martin pulled their guns out.
"Stay away from us!" Thomas Carson yelled as he pulled out a gun. Martin's eyes shifted to an unconscious Danny lying on the ground next to a tied up Carrie White. "If I can't have her," Carson said as he aimed the gun toward Carrie, "no one will!"
"Don't shoot!" Martin commanded.
"Bitch!" Thomas didn't move the aim of the gun away from Carrie's head, "You made my life miserable! All I ever wanted was you! And what did you do? You went and screwed some Professor!" Carrie's screams were muffled by the duct tape, but she continued to look into Thomas's eyes. Suddenly, the gun shifted and was held against Thomas's own head, and he shot himself point-blank while staring into Carrie's eyes. She screamed and closed her eyes as blood splattered over her face.
"I'll get a medic, you help them." Jack instructed Martin. Martin checked Danny's pulse; he was still okay, but out cold. Martin then pulled off the duct tape off Carrie's mouth.
"I'm Agent Fitzgerald, I'm with the FBI. Everything is going to be okay now." He said calmly and the girl nodded and started to cry.
"Sam? I'm home." Martin said as he turned on the apartment lights and closed the door.
"Hey," Sam said as she came to greet him, "How was work?" Martin leaned in and kissed her.
"Long. Danny got beaten up." Martin said lightly
"Oh my God, is he okay?"
"He'll be fine; he just got knocked unconscious by a baseball bat."
"I hope he's going to be okay," Sam said, even though she knew he was going to be himself again in no time, which may or may not be a good thing. "I want to show you something." Sam grabbed Martin's hand and led him to the baby's room. Martin noticed she was already in her pajamas, which seemed reasonable since it was almost ten o'clock, and that her stomach seemed to be even bigger than it was that morning when he left.
"Ta-da!" She exclaimed as she turned on the light in the baby's room. All of the things that needed to be put together had been, and a few pictures had been framed and put up on the walls. Most of the pictures were of cutesy things: flowers, animals, and simple landscapes. The room was also tidier and more organized then it had been before.
"Wow! You did all this?" Martin said as he put his arm around her and kissed her head.
"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm useless." Sam laughed, "Anyway, I'm going to bed."
"Yea, I'll be there in a second." Martin said Sam turned to kiss him. Samantha twisted away and headed back toward the bedroom. Martin walked into the bedroom and picked up a pink teddy bear and smiled, he was ready for the baby to come.
"Oh, hey Martin?" Sam appeared in the doorway again.
"Yeah?" Martin looked up, but he still held the teddy bear.
"I thought of a name."
"Another one?" He smiled
"A full name. Lily Grace. Lily as the first name, Grace as the middle."
"Lily Grace Fitzgerald. I like it." He said as he walked toward her.
"Just like it?" Sam sounded disappointed.
"I love it," Martin said as he wrapped his arms around her, "it's perfect."
She leaned in and kissed him. "Yea. Okay, I'm going to bed for real this time. I love you."
"I love you so much." Martin hugged her. After a minute, Sam pulled out of the embrace.
"Goodnight."
"'Night. I'll be in in a minute." Samantha left a second time. Martin walked toward the dresser again and put the teddy bear in the original place. Martin and Samantha were ready for the baby to come, now all they had to do was wait.
