DISCLAIMER: I don't own 7th Heaven or anything related to it besides the content and characters that I created. I also don't really know anything about police business or jails, so sorry.

"No killing jokes, just yet, okay?" She said, slightly uncomfortable. It wasn't only because of him, Rebecca had her nerves fried and she didn't think she could take it. She didn't talk for a bit, still thinking whether to accept his proposal or not. "Okay," she finally said. "I'll come tomorrow."

Kay heard his sigh of relief. "Great. the visiting hours are between four and ten pm. I'll see you tomorrow." They said good-bye and hung up.

………………….

"Kay, sweetie. I just want you to know that if you didn't lose the baby, we would have still been there for you. We love you and nothing can change that." Annie said calmly and smiled.

Kay gave a shy smile back, not knowing whether to believe her grandmother or not but she said, "I know, Grandma."

Jeremy looked around. He didn't like the somber looks his family members had. He cleared his throat and decided to change the subject. "Well, who wants to hear about my day?"

"Sure," Savannah said. "We could use a little normal."

Chapter 4: The Halls of Williamson

Kay walked out to the sidewalk in front of Robuck. After looking up and down the road, she spotted the SUV and walked to it. When she was close to it, she saw that it was her father driving.

She suspected it was going to be before she got out of school because she was going directly to Williamson Penitentiary after school. That meant she would still have her uniform on. the Robuck uniform was standard; navy plated skirt, light blue blouse, navy jacket and navy socks.

He's going to laugh when he sees me, Kay thought as she climbed in the passenger seat and buckled up. "Hey."

"Hi, how was school?" Kevin said as he checked his back mirror and then pulled out into the road.

"Same. Nothing special. I like it that way," she said smiling and fussing with her skirt.

"Yeah, it must be nice. Wanna listen to music?" Kevin didn't move his eyes from the road. He usually never did when he drove; he was a very careful driver.

"What kind of music?" Kay said back, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Well, seeing as how we're going to visit your brother in jail… no rap." Kevin said as a joke but it came out to seriously. It was serious, after all and there was no getting around that.

Maybe we'll laugh about it in a few years, Kay thought before saying, "Okay, no rap. Never really liked that stuff much anyway." She reached down and pushed the power button for the radio. When it came on, there was a sports broadcast blaring out of the speakers. She looked up at her father but since he was focusing on the road, his face never changed. With that she looked back at the radio just in time to miss Kevin grin at her.

Finally after going through all her favorite stations twice, she stopped at a station playing Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody". It was at the part that said: Mama, just killed a man. Quickly, Kay switched the station before it could go on and gave a nervous laugh. "Whoops," she said and turned the radio off. "On second thought, there's something to be said about silence." After a moment, Kay realized what she said. "Well, I mean, nothing can be said about silence because that would go against the purpose of silence therefore nothing can be said about silence. But then that would be saying silence isn't something to be said for and it goes against what I'm saying. Really…"

"Let's just say 'Silence is Golden' and get on with it," Kevin said, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry," Kay said and settled back into her seat, looking out the window.

"I guess you still ramble when you're nervous," Kevin said but there was the hint of a question in his tone.

"Yeah, I guess," Kay said, stretching 'yeah' out to two syllables. For the next half an hour they sat in silence, not knowing what to say to make the other feel better; not even knowing if there was something that could make the other feel better.

Williamson Penitentiary was a large building, with a main entrance hall and several wings off of that. When they pulled up, Kay thought that the day grew darker but she knew it was just her imagination. Or, at least, she hoped it was.

After they parked in the visitor parking section, they walked the sidewalk to the entrance of the main building. Before they got to this point, though, the guards knew they were coming and the door was open. They had already been noted because before entering the road to the building, they were stopped at several checkpoints where their ID's were taken, and their car was checked.

Once inside the building, a large guard ushered them down the grand hall and had them turn left into the East Wing, where the visiting space was. the gray-bricked walls of the new slender hall they were in sent shivers down Kay's spine and she brought her hands together in front of her.

Ten feet or so down the hall, the guard stopped and turned to them, holding his arm out to the door they needed to go through. Inside the door, there was a metal detector. They passed through the detector without problems and then another guard used a portable metal detector to go over them once again. When they checked out clean, the detecting guard stepped back and a new shorter guard came and walked them to a visiting room.

The room was like the hall in that it was dreary but at least it wasn't gray, Kay thought. the visitor's room has white walls and tiled white floors. In the room were brown tables and chairs. There weren't any paintings or plants in the room, though, which made Kay very uneasy.

Kevin was basically fine throughout the journey through the halls because he had been there before. Not only when visiting his son, but earlier when he escorted prisoners here. But a small part of his heart was aching, after all, they were there visiting his son. He got that small feeling every time.

The guard seated them in the room and moved to the door they came through. It had been locked when they got to room, but the guard was there anyway.

Kay looked at her father with blank eyes. There was too much going on for her to feel anything at the moment but Kevin knew it would change. He didn't really want to see what she was going to be like when Jake came. There were so many things that she'd be feeling and it was killing him to know she would be feeling them.

They sat in silence for a few minutes until they heard a loud BEEP and the door to their right opened. Another guard came though and behind him Jake walked in. He was wearing a standard orange jumpsuit that almost made Kay laugh. She didn't, though, after she saw the shackles on his feet and cuffs of his hands.

When they guard moved, he was looking at them but he dropped his head when he met Kay's gaze. He's ashamed, Kay thought.

Well, why wouldn't he be? Another part of her mind said, you know what he did to you.

But, the first part said, he's paying for what he's done and it's time to forgive and forget.

Yeah right, like you could ever forget. You'll remember that forever, Kay, you know that. So, you can't forgive him!

"But I can try," Kay said out loud, responding to the voices.

"Hmm?" Kevin said softly as the guards took off Jake's cuffs.

She turned to him and smiled, "Nothing."

He still had his head down when the guards brought him over and sat him down. "Don't try anything funny," one guard said and he backed up the door he had emerged from.

Jake looked up and then down again before looking at them. He opened his mouth and closed it, looking more like a large fish than an inmate. Shit, he thought, I forgot the speech that I made. The entire night before he couldn't' sleep, so he spent the time perfecting what he was going to say. Now, he couldn't even breathe he was that ashamed.

Kay turned to her father and said, "Do you think Jake and I can have a few minutes alone?" Kevin took her hand and squeezed it, nodding his head yes in the process. With that, he got up and walked to the guard that was in front of his door and said something that his children couldn't hear. Reluctantly, the guard shook his head and said something in his walkie-talkie. Suddenly, the door opened and Kevin stepped through.

They looked at each other, not saying anything. Kay took it as a sign that she should start but he spoke before she got the chance. "Kay, I'm sorry."

In her heart she knew he was, but hearing the words came as a shock somehow. She sat there, silent, wondering what to say.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Jake pleaded, and to her, he looked like he was five again, standing in the corner for saying, "bitch."

"I know you are," she said finally, speaking softly, almost sad. "God, I know you are, but there's nothing I can do about that. My mind doesn't want to forgive you yet, even if my heart does. And I'm sorry for that but I can't do anything. I just can't do anything…" her voice trailed into nothing as she finished her words.

Jake had prepared for every possible situation he coud think of; screaming, crying, fighting. But her saying sorry to him said more than she knew. It's says that she's trying and that she cares.

He reached his hand out on the table, slowly so the guards wouldn't think he was doing something else. She saw it and moved her hand to his, but only for a moment. When their skin touched, it recalled in Kay the memory of the night he almost killed her and she shrunk back.

"You were ruining me. You were destroying everything I made for myself. I couldn't let you do that, now could I?"

Jake saw what was in her eyes and pulled his hand back as well. "It's not what I was hoping for, but I can live with it. Thank you, Kay."

She smiled a small smile at him and got up, making her way to the guard. He realized what she wanted and he spoke to his walkie-talkie again. The door opened and in the room on her right she could see her father sitting in a chair. He looked up when he thought he heard footsteps and she nodded at him.

Kevin got up and let her take the chair. When he saw that she was okay, he went to the door and had the guard open it again. He spent only a few minutes with Jake but after they spoke and embraced, Kay heard the door open.

"You ready?" Kevin asked with the slightest hint of water in his eyes.

"Yeah, let's go."

They walked side by side through the halls of Williamson Penitentiary and back to the SUV.

Ah, the SUV. Tis a lovely little automobile that guzzles gas that SUV. Notice how I'm mentioning the SUV a lot? Thanks for reading