Chapter 8

"Congratulations, you're pregnant with your and your husband's child."

Kendall stared at David for a moment wide eyed before the slap of her hand connecting with his cheek broke the silence. "Yeah, pretty much what I thought your reaction would be. About the same as Greenlee's," he said as he stood.

"You're lying," Ryan accused.

"Nope. For once, I'm not the con artist, or liar," David shrugged.

"He's telling the truth," Simone sighed. "What?" she asked as everyone stared at her. "Greenlee told me before she left. And it made sense considering some things I heard."

"Like what?" Tad asked.

"Well Mr. Montgomery was so against Greenlee getting pregnant again. . . and. . . well, I heard him tell Dr. Madden that it was in his best interest that he. . . you know made sure she didn't," she answered.

"Yeah, good old Jackson made the doctor lie to Greenlee about treatment options. There was a couple of ways that might have helped her to get pregnant--- given enough of a sample," David explained. "Maybe he didn't think there was enough, more likely he just gave in.

Anyway, I knew that Greens wasn't thinking straight, or Kendall for that matter, and once I looked over Greenlee's records and saw the inconsistencies--- and overheard an argument between Madden and Jackson--- I put the clues together and went to Slater. Together we got enough ammunition on Madden to have him help us with our little switch, so don't worry Ryan--- if you really want that kid the fertilized eggs are in storage, you just have to find someone crazy enough to have the kid for you--- oh and get Greenlee to sign permission since you were, you know, dead at the time those little embryos came into being."

"Amazing what can happen when two bottom feeders team up," Tad muttered.

"You're a lying son of a bitch!" Ryan said as he went to hit David.

David only laughed: "pretty much, just not this time. Paternity's not something I tend to lie about having come into learning I was a father late in the game."

JR gaffed at that as Adam rolled his eyes. "The baby's mine and Zach's?" Kendall finally managed to get out. "Please David, don't lie about this to me. Not now. I need to. . . to know the truth."

David smiled sadly at her: "you know the only reason that I lied about. . . that I helped Babe was because she was my daughter. I have no reason to lie now. More reason to if you think about it. You the know the trouble I can get into with the ethics committee for this?" he asked giving her a crocked smile.

"I want a paternity test. NOW," Ryan demanded.

"Will you consent to one?" Mimi asked Kendall, although she had a pretty good idea of what the answer would be.

Kendall looked at her wide eyed as she wrapped her arms protectively around her protruding stomach: "it would be dangerous to the baby, wouldn't it?" she asked David.

"And you, all things considering."

"Then no."

"He's lying!"

"Maybe so, but you're harassing people and have threatened others. I'm afraid I have to bring you in."

"On what charge?" Erin asked worriedly.

"Disturbing the peace," Mimi answered as she started to read Ryan his rights and went to handcuff him. As she drew his arms back he started to fight her, landing an elbow in her cheek. Grunting in pain, Mimi fell back as Ryan spun and started towards Kendall. As Aidan, JR, Ethan, and Tad went to grab him Ryan pushed Palmer, who fell to the ground, and made a dive for Kendall.

David quickly stepped in front of her, earning a punch in the ribs as Erin begged her brother to stop and the four men subdued him. Getting to her feet Mimi rubbed her cheek as she opened and shut her mouth to make sure her jaw wasn't broken. Biting back the pain she felt at the motion, she moved towards the men and held out her handcuffs to Aidan, "if you don't mind?"

"My pleasure."

"Thanks," she said," Oh, and we can add resisting arrest, 2 counts of assault, and a count of assaulting a police officer to that list," she said simply. "And with the aide of the security cameras, I think we'll have a pretty good case," she added. "I'll expect all of you at the station for statements tomorrow morning--- that is, except you, Mrs. Slater. I'll be back to talk to you later. And not just about this. . ."