hey! i had a bit of a writers block for...well however long its been since i have updated. anyway i came up with a new title and i hope you like it, as well as this chapter. read, review, and enjoy!

Greg didn't bother checking his house since it was a crime scene. He went strait on to Amy and Luke's house not knowing where else to look. When he pulled up in the driveway, he went to the door and knocked. He could hear music when he came up to the door but when he knocked; it had been turned down a little. So he knocked again and this time the music went off and the door opened. "Hey. What are you doing here?" she asked, not opening the door all the way.

"You left in a hurry, I wanted to see if you were ok." Greg said eyeing her left arm which was concealed by the door. "May I come in, or is this a bad time?"

"Sorry. Of course you can come in." she said opening the door all the way. Her arm was poorly bandaged and a string of blood was running down her arm.

"Amy? What happened to your arm?"

"Oh, a picture frame fell and I scraped my arm. Nothing big." She said. "Gauze is in the bathroom cabinet next to the mirror." She said knowing that there was no way around it and he was going to ask anyway.

He looked at her and smiled. "Thanks."

He got the gauze, peroxide, some toilet paper, and returned to the living room. "No offence but you were never good at the whole first aid thing, were you?" he asked not looking up.

She winced as he poured some peroxide on and dabbed it with the toilet paper. "Wasn't my best."

"I didn't see many pictures of you and Luke around the house. Does he not believe in cameras?"

"I never noticed."

"Guess he doesn't love you as much as you had hoped. Of course we both already knew that."

"Hey. We were in love. We used to be." Greg finished putting the tape on she shot up from her seat on the couch and started pacing.

"What changed all that?"

"Greg, will you just leave my business alone, please?" she asked, tears starting to fill her eyes. Greg couldn't figure out if it was from talking about Luke or it was something else. Maybe it was both. "When you think something is wrong, you always go into your CSI mode. Always. Ok? And some things people don't want to share with other people. Ok?" she turned around, looking out the window trying to hide her tears, but Greg could see them in the reflection.

"Why can't it be my business? You never told me why you two got together in the first place."

"We got together because we wanted to. End of story."

"You and I both know that isn't the end."

She didn't answer right away. She just looked out into the darkness. "He was the father of my baby." She said finally. All the tears came then.

"I didn't know you-"

"I didn't. Lost it before I even knew I had it."

"How?"

"We did crank together. When I noticed that I was late, I cleaned up a bit and went to the doctor. She told me the baby had been dead for a week at least. Luke and I cleaned up pretty quick after that. Frist he said that it was all him. Then, he got back on the drugs. Told me it was all my fault. Told me that I should have known." She had started crying so hard that Greg could hardly make out what she was saying.

"God, I'm so sorry Amy." He pulled her into a hug and she didn't resist. All she wanted to do was feel his arms around her, taking in his scent. Knowing that all of this wasn't her fault and that someone in the world loved her.