Part 3

They all piled out of the jeep once they'd arrived at their destination. It was an old run down building, with steps outside leading to a room on the second floor. The guys had made it their base in their search for Amy.

Face grabbed Amy firmly by the arm and walked her up the stairs. Amy could see that he looked liked he was going to explode; his temper had been gradually boiling in the jeep. 'Boy, he hasn't lost his temper,' she thought. They all walked up the stairs, following Amy and Face through the door into a large room; there was another room at the back, which Face took Amy to and slammed the door shut. Murdock and BA sensed that they were probably better off staying outside. Obviously Amy and Face needed to talk they thought, they too had begun to do the maths!

BA took Amanda back down the stairs and round the side of the building to talk. He thought that maybe she'd better not hear what was being said just yet. Murdock decided he'd just stay inside the empty large room, just in case he was needed. Face would never hit a woman, but if these two decided to rip shreds off one another to a point of no return he might be required. It also gave him the opportunity to eavesdrop.

Face stood in front of Amy pretty much the colour red. Amy stood there unable to know what to say, but she knew what was coming.

"And when were you going to tell me, Amy? That I had a daughter?" His voice was raised so much Murdock had no fear of overhearing.

"Face, please let me explain." Amy shifted uneasily. This is not how she'd imagined he'd find out. Every birthday of her daughters, Amy had worried how she was going to tell Face, if she ever found him and this way had never entered her head.

"Explain? What? Nineteen years! She's nineteen years old, Amy! Don't you think I had a right to know?" Face shouted with fury in his voice and was almost nose-to-nose with her and then he moved back, away from her as if he couldn't bear to be near her, even touch her.

"Look," she tried to approach Face but he just stepped further back, moving away from her. "When I left, I didn't know. I didn't know I was pregnant! I was in the job three months before I actually realised," she tried to justify herself, not quite being able to look him in the eye. "I couldn't quite believe it myself, I sort of hoped it would go away!"

"Well it obviously didn't, did it?" Face turned his back on her. He just couldn't face her. He really wasn't prepared for this and the anger inside of him. He'd come to rescue Amy, not find out he had a daughter, family!

"Face, I thought you'd run a mile. And you weren't exactly in the right situation were you? Running from MPs, wanted by the government? You had a different girl on your arm each week…if I'd turned up and said 'oh and by the way here's your daughter!' you'd have freaked!"

"But why nineteen years?" He voice was still raised with anger. He wasn't prepared to reason.

"Oh Face, I dunno, it just got harder every year." Amy replied, anger starting to appear in her own voice, but she tried to calm herself. "When I first found out I was pregnant, I did think about finding you. I really did. But Face." She stopped. Tears were starting to well in her eyes; she couldn't help but tell the truth. "Face, I wanted you to want me for me, not for a baby!"

"What?" His voice calmed slightly, only momentarily.

"I wanted you to love me, Face". She was crying now, she fought to hold the tears back but it didn't work. "I wanted you to love me for me and not because I was carrying your child! That's why I didn't tell you! I couldn't bear the thought of you rejecting me, us, me and my baby!"

The room went silent. Face paced around the room, his anger returning and not looking like calming down at all. Then Amy decided she wasn't going to take this, up unto this point she had remained rather calm. She walked up to him, anger now filling her own body. Maybe he needs to know exactly how I feel, she thought, after nineteen years! She swung him round to face her and looked him straight in his eyes.

"Hell, Face, I'm surprised over the years, you haven't had any other bastards knock on your door, screaming daddy!" Amy said spitefully her anger rising.

"Hey, that's out of line!"

"Face, if you'd kept that," she pointed at his crotch. "Where it belonged, in your pants! We wouldn't be here talking like this right now! Hell, I may have even still been on the team!" Her voice spiteful, raised with anger and her body was shaking, adrenalin flowing through her.

"What?"

"YOU seduced me Face! You couldn't leave it, as it was, could you? And you knew as you were doing it, it would jeopardise me being on the team!" Anger still filled her voice. "I was just another notch on your bed post! Wasn't I? You had no intention of taking it any further than a casual fling!"

"Hey, it takes two to tango, honey!"

Amy slapped him hard across his face; she was so angry, she just wanted to hurt him. Even then, he couldn't deny it; he couldn't maybe admit he did have feelings for her back then. The memories and the pain came flooding back into her heart. Face was a little taken back by this. It wasn't something he was expecting, even though her fiery temper was starting to bring back old memories. He held his hand to where she'd hit him, shocked by its impact; it didn't calm his anger or Amy's.

"I loved you, I loved all of you. You guys were my whole world. And I stupidly thought I was going to be different, the friendship we had, Face, we were close." She spat her words at him through gritted teeth. "I thought I was going to mean more to you, Face, than a cheap fling!"

"You did mean more to me." He became sincere, his words softened.

"So why'd ya let me leave, Face? Huh? Why'd you let me leave, you fucking bastard!" and she ran at him with force, pushing at him, surprising Face with her actions and her words. Amy's voice was still raised, but she was trying to calm herself. "You knew I'd want more than just a one night stand. I wanted more than to be another one of your damn bimbos! But you still did it, didn't you? I wasn't prepared to stick around, Face, and watch you with one girl after another, not after what had happened between us! You knew I had to leave, you knew it! But I still gave you the choice."

"A choice! I don't recall a choice!" Face spat angrily back at her.

"Huh? You bastard! I came to you remember? I came to you when we'd got back from New Mexico and I asked you if you wanted me to stay. I told you I'd been offered a job, it was short notice, and it would mean leaving, the team and LA. But I would leave if you wanted me to. Or I would stay. I would do what you wanted, Face. I gave you the choice!" She'd pulled him round to face her as he'd turned his back on her again, unable to look into her tearful eyes. "But you broke my heart, didn't you? To this day, I don't know how you truly felt about me!" Tears streamed from her eyes, and Face was left a little stunned. He really wasn't sure what to say. "I was a damn fool!"

"No you weren't!" Guilt entered his heart.

"Yes I was! You didn't want me Face. You didn't want me around, so I went! I took the damn job and got as far as I could from you! Leaving behind what mattered to me most in life, the team. And when I found out I was pregnant, I did really think about telling you. You have to believe me." Amy started to calm her words down. "But Face, you and commitment at that time just didn't mix. The word relationship doesn't even exist in your vocabulary! And if later, I'd turned up with a baby in my arms. Hell, I just really didn't know what you would do. I couldn't have you break my heart again!"

She was right Face thought. Back then he probably would have freaked initially at the thought of a child. His child. But Amy of all people should have known the most important thing to Face was family. Because he just didn't have any. Well, he had a sister now but Amy didn't know that. But to leave it 19 years, he now regretted more than ever not trying to find her.

"But you knew how important family would mean to me, Amy." Face looked at her deep into her eyes, sadness filled his own. "Surely?"

"I know. And I am sorry," Amy wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Doesn't bring back nineteen years though?" He snarled.

"And if you'd really wanted me, you would have found me, Face! I certainly wasn't going to come running back to you!"

He had seduced Amy all those years ago because he just couldn't help himself any longer. As friends they'd become close, she had been the only woman he could truly relax around and then it came to a point where he wanted her, wanted to know what it would be like to be with her, to the point that he couldn't stop himself. He knew she'd want more than a casual fling, she wouldn't have agreed otherwise but he hadn't been able to truly confess his feelings for her and stupidly he had let her go. In doing so he'd lost a good friend and the only woman he'd been able to be himself with. It had hurt that day she'd left.

In light of everything, Face realised he hadn't really been in a suitable situation to raise a child. Being chased by the government and then in Stockwell's days, his daughter's life may have been at even greater risk. It could have been used against him. Maybe it had been for the better he hadn't known, nobody had known. But nineteen years just made him feel sick! Nineteen years he couldn't get back.

"Well she has to know. And she has to know now!" and he grabbed Amy firmly by her arm again and started to walk towards the door. "And you're gonna tell her." He still wanted to blame Amy; punish her.

"Face, no, lets get back to LA first. Not now. Please". Amy tried to pull her arm away from him, but his grip was strong.

"No. Now. She has to know now! I've wasted nineteen years and I am not wasting any more!"