"I can't focus at work anymore. I'm too worried." Duncan complained as he settled down on the couch next to Veronica.

She tried very hard to keep her look even while she broached the subject of Lilly's disappearance. "I was thinking it might be a good idea to see if there were any security tapes of the parking lot you were in at the time of the kidnapping."

"I don't think there were any cameras. It was only a beach parking lot," came Duncan's quick reply.

"A beach parking lot that was right behind a hotel," she reminded him. "There should be plenty of security cameras. I'll have Logan check tomorrow. It'll probably be our lead on exactly what happened and give us a rough picture of the kidnapper."

Duncan's expression suddenly changed into one she couldn't recognize and he changed the subject. "So, do you want some dinner?"

Logan watched the exchange carefully, noting that Duncan addressed only Veronica as if he wasn't even there.

"That sounds good. I'm really craving pineapple pizza. Do they have that here?"

Duncan nodded, indicating the affirmative.

"Could you order some, Logan?" Veronica asked.

"Sure," Logan had already programmed the local pizza parlor's number into his phone and was dialing.

Duncan looked at her quizzically. "Don't you hate pineapple?"

"I do, but apparently, the baby likes it."

Duncan got up and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. He was obviously trying to hide it, but it didn't escape Veronica's eyes that he was taking some kind of pill.

Later that night, Veronica turned to face her husband in bed. "So if he knows no one really kidnapped Lilly in that parking lot, he should go to steal the tapes tonight or tomorrow morning. If he doesn't do that, I think it's a safe assumption that something else is going on here that I really hope isn't."

"Where do you think she is?"

"I have a hunch…but I really hope I'm wrong." Veronica looked down and then met his eyes once more before continuing, "Logan, what were you doing the other night? You have to tell me."

"I don't get why you can't just leave it alone. You know, one of these days you're really gonna get yourself hurt."

"I don't get why you can't just tell me. You know if you don't, I'll just find out on my own and then I'll be twice as mad at whatever stupid thing you've done."

"Why do you assume it's something stupid I've done?"

"Because you're you! Please, just tell me!"

Logan drew in a long breath before answering, "No."

Veronica turned away from him. "I feel weird."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. My back just hurts, is all." She pretended to fall asleep and so did he.

During the night, Logan woke up to a sound that he could have sworn was a baby's cry. It lasted only a moment before it was silenced. He carefully crept to the door that led to Duncan's room and put his ear to it.

"I don't know! Give her back to me! I want her back!"

Logan listened, both startled and fascinated. There were no other voices coming from the room and Duncan sounded like he used to when they were roommates and Logan had heard him talking in his sleep.

"I didn't do it! I didn't… I can't... I can't!" His voice drifted off as if he were getting back into deeper sleep.

The next morning Veronica was still asleep when Logan heard Duncan leaving. He followed him right to the parking lot security office where the crime had allegedly taken place. Duncan went in and Logan waited until he'd come back out holding a tape just as Veronica had predicted. Logan followed Duncan to make sure he went to work before returning to the house to tell Veronica what had developed. He expected to find her still sleeping, but was greeted with a much different scene.

Veronica was still in bed, but she was crying, in obvious pain.

"Veronica?" He couldn't hide the note of panic in his voice. "What is it?" Logan took a step closer and saw that her face was as white as the bed linens and both were smeared with blood.

Ambulances, red lights, blaring sirens. Blood. Fear that Logan had been feeling all too much lately intensified to a degree he couldn't bare. Duncan was there, acting more upset on the outside somehow than Logan, which Logan didn't appreciate. The petite blond being taken away and worked on by the paramedics during their rush to the hospital. Logan watched his normally vivacious wife in the ICU, looking reduced and wan. He had seen too much of her in the hospital lately.

"Your wife's condition is known as placental abruption. It's very rare. Right now we're terming it as a grade two, but I should prepare you, there is evidence it could be a three."

Logan was trying to keep himself together even though he was scared to death and wanted to throttle the man who was spouting medical jargon at him or burst into tears. Or both. "In English?"

The man was unperturbed by Logan's hostility as he explained. "It means that this is a very serious condition. If it is a stage two, there is a chance both your wife and baby could live, but again, I do need to prepare you, we could lose them both. Even for this condition she has lost higher than average amounts of blood and we've started her on transfusions. We're also running ultrasounds on the fetus, which is currently in some distress but alive. I'm pretty sure she'll need surgery and probably more than one." The doctor hesitated before laying staying hand on Logan's shoulder. "I'll let you know as soon as I have any further information or any changes happen, but for right now we just have to play it by ear."

"That's my wife and my… baby. Please-"

Duncan watched Logan's eyes fill with tears and hurt. Duncan prayed for himself as well as for Logan that Veronica wouldn't go the way his sister had. Why was it that every girl either of them loved had to die? Veronica was all either of them had left.

Hours passed. The doctor came out again. Logan took that as a good sign that the doctor hadn't removed his surgeon's cap.

That night, Veronica flat lined. Logan hadn't even been able to see her after the surgery. But somehow, Duncan had gotten into her room. He stood over her with a pillow in his hands.