As soon as Patrick walked through that door, Robin knew she had to do something.

And she knew exactly what to do.

The dimple.

It was his only other weakness she knew of that could be used to manipulate his every move. She slowly made her way over to where he was standing, throwing a nearby towel over the table as she went, and gave him that seductive smile just to warm him up.

"Hey you…why are you home so early?" She interrogated him as she slowly moved her arms around his neck, or as much as she could reach anyway, turning him away from the table as she did so.

"Well, I finished my rounds, and I decided that I couldn't stand being without you any longer than I already had been." He pulled her toward him and planted a tender kiss on her lips.

Of all the days to come home early, it just HAD to be today, huh? Robin was starting to get agitated, but then remembered her master plan: attack the dimple. She moved her mouth slowly towards his face; not wanting to seem rushed, but at the same time, not wanting to be all too tempting.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. WHAT are you doing lil' missy?"

"Well…why are you asking questions when you could just find out the…better way," she responded, with a smirk on her face. And with that, she moved in for the attack. Patrick knew better than to complain. Hell, it felt so good, there was no reason to! But tonight was different; he'd had this planned for months, and he wasn't going to let his own pleasures get in the way.

"Babe, as much as I – ohh—want this, and you know I do, I have something else planned for us tonight…" he said hesitantly.

Tonight of all nights…WHY did she have to do this TONIGHT of ALL NIGHTS?! Patrick thought, regretting his decision. But he knew they would catch up later. They always did.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"God, Patrick, where are we going?!" At this point, Robin was so agitated that she was about ready to tuck and roll.

"Would you chill out?! You are so uptight all the time! Just wait 10 minutes. Can you do that for me?"

"Ok A: I am NOT uptight!! And 2: Only for you," Robin replied. She couldn't help it. She would do anything for him. Him, and only him.

"Hun, saying that you're uptight automatically makes you uptight, and I'd really not like to argue about this anymore 'cuz this would be a pretty shitty start to what could be the greatest night of your life."

"What do you mean 'could be?"

"Well, if you choose to be you're uptight self and argue 'till you're right, which I'm afraid we'll be here forever if you choose that, then this night would pretty much be a waste of time and money," he replied with a grin slowly appearing on his face.

"Fine," she said, trying to look as pissed off as she could possibly be, even though she was enjoying his teasing. "We'll just have to do this your way, won't we?"

"Hey! That's the best suggestion you've had all night!"

With that, she playfully slapped him with her tiny handbag, causing him to look away from the road, just for a second, to give her a look. Unfortunately for them, it was a second too long.

All he could remember was the flash of headlights against the blanket of darkness that surrounded them. It was the brightest lights he would ever see, and they would haunt him for the rest of his life. Not as much, however, as the horrified shriek that came out of Robin's mouth.

"Patrick-NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Who knew a set of lungs so small could produce a sound so big?

Patrick didn't care.

All that concerned him was the fact that that might just be the last time he ever heard her precious voice speak again.

And what concerned Robin?

The test.

She might never know if it was just a scare, or it was her fault that, not just hers, but Patrick's baby, might be killed instantly.