She's Gone

Disclaimer: Totally not mine; don't sue – I need my state paycheck!

A/N – Special thanks to The Confused One for reading this over! The rifle I qualified with in week 3 requires five 55 grain FULL METAL JACKET ammo inserted into a box type magazine in order to be fired. And be sure to keep your muzzles down range! Shooters ready, be alert, FIRE!

Lynn woke up in the darkened hospital room, her purpose for being there fuzzy. She focused on the light under the door for a minute before looking around. There was an IV in her arm, and she was hooked up to a monitor. And the monitor was around her belly. She remembered why she was there; the machine strapped around her was a fetal monitor. And it was actually monitoring a heartbeat. Lynn breathed a sigh of relief. Her baby, her and Mike's baby was okay. She tucked herself back under the covers best she could and closed her eyes. It was going to be okay.

Meanwhile, down the hall…

Mike paced nervously in the waiting room, Bobby glaring at him from where he sat.

"She's okay, chill out." Bobby hunched further down in his chair, closing his eyes. Mike's pacing was seriously aggravating the hell out of him. Footsteps down the hall grew louder until they finally stopped. Bobby opened his eyes and took in the sight of a very pissed off Carolyn. Carolyn was eyeballing both of them back and forth, not entirely sure which one to ream out first.

"You do realize your little stunt today could've hurt her more seriously, could've killed that baby. She's not that far along. And you two are both out of work for the next week, WITHOUT pay!" Carolyn put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "What room is she in?"

Mike looked up at her, ashamed. "Room two twelve. She's been asleep for a while."

"Fine." With that, Carolyn turned on her heel and walked into the direction of where Lynn was laid up.

Mike turned to look at Bobby, who was rubbing his face furiously with both hands. "You need to make it up to her, man. We both do. But you seriously can't still be mad at her for the whole Nia thing." Bobby's head shot up at the mention of her name.

"I'm – I'm not mad at her. I'm mad that she let Avery off so easy. If I didn't have Nan, I would've killed the son of a bitch. I really would've." Bobby hung his head. "I mean, I know how she is, and I can't believe she'd let him get away with it. She didn't even yell at him. She just told him to leave." Bobby looked up, noting Mike's look.

"She was hurt, Bobby. She just got him out of there and kept herself going. I give the woman credit, honestly."

"I suppose you're right. I'm…I'm going to get home. I need some rest, and now I have all the time in the world to get to it." Bobby stood up, adjusting his coat. He started to walk away when he stopped and walked back over to Mike. "I'm so sorry. I should've…should've said that before. And I mean it."

Mike patted him on the back. "Thanks. And thanks for sticking around. I appreciate it. I'll let Carolyn know you went home. Seriously though, you should be apologizing to her." Bobby nodded and Mike watched as he departed around the corner. Mike stuck his hands in his pockets and turned to walk down to Lynn's room.

3 AM, Bobby's Apartment…

Bobby stood in the middle of the dirt road, not sure how he had gotten there. It was a country road; on either side of it were trees and brush, so dense you couldn't see into the woods if your life depended on it. He started walking, feeling cold despite his jacket. It started snowing heavily, the flakes covering his eyelashes, turning his black coat white. He noticed some movement on the left side of the road and peered through the snow, trying to make something out. Nothing. Hmm…maybe it was his imagination. He started walking again, and had the distinct feeling that someone was following him. He whirled around. "Alex?"

"Bobby? Why are you so mad?" Alex stood a few feet away from him, her head cocked to the side studying him. "Don't be so mad." They stood for a moment in silence.

"Alex. Alex, what-" Bobby started to walk towards her.

She put her hand up, closing her eyes. "Bobby, I have to go. But…" She trailed off, walking towards him. She leaned up, kissing him. She smiled sadly. "Don't be angry anymore." Touching his cheek, she walked away. The snow fell heavier and Bobby couldn't see her anymore. He woke up slowly, a faint light washing his living room blue. The TV was all static and snow, buzzing low. He sighed, reached for the remote and turned off the TV. He stood up, walking into his bedroom stretching at the same time. He entered his bedroom, startled to see someone already in his bed.

The Next Day, Mike's Apartment…

Mike rolled over, putting his arm around Lynn, feeling the little bulge of her stomach where the baby was, safe and sound. He smiled and rubbed it lightly. Lynn turned over onto her back, still asleep. The blanket pulled off of her as she turned, allowing Mike a nice view of the bruise where she was pushed into the desk. He grimaced and lightly fingered the area. Now Lynn was awake. She looked at him sleepily, smiling until she saw the look on his face.

"What's wrong, Mike?" She rubbed her hand over his stubble. He shook his head in response. "Fine, be that way." She squeezed his cheeks in her hand. "Say chubby bunny." Mike started laughing and shook his head no. "Say it! Say chubby bunny!" She started laughing with him, releasing her grip on his cheek.

Mike pulled her in close, kissing the top of her head. "Say, since I'm suspended for the week, we have the next nine days to ourselves."

Lynn nodded. "It's good to know you can count."

He kicked her playfully under the blanket. "I was thinking, we could make this official and use these nine days as a…what do you call it? A honeymoon?"

Lynn turned to look at him. "Are you serious? Like, when?"

"As soon as we take a shower, get dressed, grab some coffee and find some place to marry us today." Mike wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"If you're serious, let me go so I can shower first!" Mike laughed and let Lynn go. Lynn jumped out of bed, grabbed a towel and bolted towards the bathroom. Mike rolled onto his back, smiling. Everything was working out all right, at least for them. He wondered about Bobby and Carolyn and if Bobby had gotten around to apologizing to Carolyn. Mike sighed and got out of bed as well, grabbing another towel and went to join Lynn in the shower.

Bobby's Apartment, Around That Same Time…

Carolyn rolled over, opening her eyes. Bobby looked back at her. She sat up quick. "What are you doing here?"

Bobby frowned at her. "This is my apartment. What are you doing here?"

Carolyn looked away from him, long enough to verify that yes, she was in Bobby's apartment and not her own. She remembered what happened and blushed. "I'm sorry, I got drunk at the bar around the corner and you were closer than my place."

Bobby knew she was lying. "Okay, fair enough." Her blush turned scarlet and she turned her back to him. "I'm sorry. I was mad because – "

"I just kicked him out. Believe me, I'd kill him with my bare hands if I could, and that Nia too. But I just wanted him gone. I'm mad, but I'll move on."

"That's why I got so mad at you. I didn't want to believe you would be so placid about that whole situation. I thought you had gone mad or something. That's definitely not you." Bobby sighed and rolled over onto his back. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Carolyn looked down at Bobby and rested her head against the headboard. "I was embarrassed." She hugged her knees to her chest and closed her eyes. "I was looking at solitaires."

Bobby looked up at her, confused. "Solitaires?"

"Of the diamond variety. At Tiffany's. Just before I walked over to his office and caught him with, with her," Carolyn spat out angrily.

Anger flickered over Bobby's face for a moment. "We thought he was good for you, Carolyn. We let you down."

"This is not, totally not your fault. It's nobody's fault. So just shut up right there, okay?" Carolyn got out of bed and grabbed her suit jacket, shrugging it on. "I'm going to go. I'll call you later." She walked towards the front door and put on her shoes.

Bobby hopped up and ran after her. "Carolyn, wait. I'm sorry." They stood looking at each other for a minute. The phone rang. Carolyn grabbed her purse and reached for the doorknob. Bobby grabbed her arm and his phone simultaneously. "Goren. You're what? Well…she's here. Yeah. Okay." He broke out into a huge grin and Carolyn looked at him as if he'd gone mental. "Well, I have to get Nan. Give us an hour and we'll meet you there. Bye."

"Bobby, I just want to go home –" Carolyn started.

Bobby interrupted her. "Mike and Lynn are eloping. We have to get Nan."

Carolyn blinked in surprise. "Now? They're getting married now? How?"

"Mike pulled some strings, but we've only got an hour to be there. Let's go."

And in the same clothes they wore the day before, they took off towards Alex's mom's house to pick up Nan, who earned her start as a bridesmaid early on in life that morning.