A/N: I actually dislike Jimmy's character with a passion so I'm not sure how I ended up writing this. Also, I ended up changing things after 2x12, The Opening Night, aired.

The day that Karen found out she was pregnant, Kyle, Derek, and herself filed a missing person's report.

Two weeks later Jimmy finally turned up, in the morgue. She was so pissed at him for dying that she couldn't get herself to identify the body. Derek ended up escorting Kyle into the bitterly cold room. The medical examiner pulled the sheet back, and yes, it was Jimmy. Kyle broke down at the sight of his best friend lying on that slab of steel.

Derek held him up long enough to drag him out to the waiting room. Karen was sitting there, nervously bouncing her feet up and down while clutching her purse. One look at Derek and she knew that it was Jimmy in there. She suddenly felt tears flowing down her cheeks at the thought that Jimmy wouldn't be around to see their child grow up. Derek set Kyle down in the chair next to her, and gathered Karen into his embrace.

A detective interrupted the crying group of people by asking if they could give some details on Jimmy. Both Derek and Karen look to Kyle since he knew Jimmy better.

"Yes," Kyle said through his tears and sniffles. He wiped away the snot on the sleeve of his sweater.

"How did you know the victim?" the detective asked.

"He was my best friend," Kyle answers and then asked "How did he die?"

"His blood-work showed a bunch of drugs; primarily methamphetamines but also sleeping pills. We believe he was high but trying to sleep when he overdosed by accident," the detective rattled off the facts in such a cold manner that Kyle began crying once again.

Derek reached over and rubbed Kyle's back.

"Maybe I can try to answer some question," Derek suggested.

"That's alright with me," the detective said. He flipped back and forth through his notebook before finally settling on a page. "The missing person's report listed the vic's last name as Collins but records indicate that his last name was Jones. Could you explain that?"

"We filed the paperwork with the name that we knew him by," Derek answered. He knew Jimmy was living under a different name but he's not going to rat Kyle out for knowing.

At the detective's question, Kyle shrinks into himself and wrapped his arms around his body. He just continued to cry and then started to shake.

"I don't think right now is a good time to keep answering question," Derek said. "How about this, we'll come back tomorrow afternoon. That way everyone is a little bit calmer and we can make arrangements for the body."

"Fine by me," the detective said while handing Derek his business card. "Come by anytime after two and we'll get this taken care of."

"Can I ask one question before you go?" Karen finally spoke up.

"Sure but it doesn't mean you'll get an answer," said the detective.

"If we filed the report with Collins as the last name but his his real names was Jones, how did you make the connection?" she asked.

"After a week of no one claiming the body, we ran his prints. He popped for a juvenile record since he had been arrested for stealing. The examiner ran his profile at that point through missing persons and we got a hit. We probably would have been able to contact you earlier if his real last name had been used instead of an alias," the detective said, and then walked away.

At this point, Kyle wasn't looking too good. His face was pale, he was covered in sweat, and his body continued to shake. Karen wasn't much better off. Her face was pale, like Kyle's, and she was shaking, but not sweating.

Derek decided that he had to take charge of the situation. First he got Karen standing and then Kyle, and ushered them outside. The bright light must have stunned Kyle, because he was suddenly emptying the contents of his stomach on the sidewalk. This caused a chain reaction, and Karen was a few feet away puking as well. Thank god Derek had a strong stomach or he might be bent over as well. Instead, he saw a food vendor down the block and went to buy a few bottles of water.

When he returned, Karen and Kyle were sitting next to each other on the sidewalk. They were several feet away from the human waste they left behind. Derek simply handed them the bottles and both took long drinks of the water.

"Better?" he asked when Karen stopped drinking.

"Yes, thank you," she said. It appeared that only she was feeling better, since Kyle just continued to stare at the crowd passing by.

"Alright," Derek started. "Let's get you both back to my apartment to get some tea down." Derek turned and hailed a cab, while Karen pulled herself together enough to gather up Kyle and lead him to the curb. The ride was short and silent.

Once Derek had them settled on the couch, he began to make some tea. Thankfully, Kyle has stopped shaking and crying, but he seemed to be in a state of shock. Karen was on the phone speaking to Ana and was asking her to get some items from Jimmy and Kyle's apartment.

By the time Derek brought over the tea, she was finished with the call, but Kyle had remained in the same catatonic position. Derek sat on the end of the couch, but Karen sought him out and curled up into him. He was not expecting this action.

"Kyle?" Derek said. "Can I get you anything? Will you try to drink the tea?"

Kyle didn't speak, he only picked up the cup and took a sip of the hot liquid. Derek figured he will eventually be ready to talk when he wants, so he turned his attention to Karen.

"How are you holding up, darling?" Derek asked. Karen looks over at Kyle, who is still drinking the tea, and turns her face back to Derek. She has a face of uncertainty. "What's on your mind?"

"I'm not sure how I feel," she confessed and he raised a brow at her. "I don't have to worry about him any longer. But I didn't want him dead. My child will never get to know him."

Derek was really out of his element, and determined that simply hugging Karen was the best answer.

"Jimmy wanted kids," Kyle finally spoke. "His father was an asshole but when Jimmy's mother passed away it got worse. He turned to drugs and started beating Jimmy and his brother even more. That's why they ran away. Jimmy and I meet just a few years ago when my parents kicked me out for being gay."

"Kyle..." Karen said, and reached her hand out to him. He took it and began speaking again.

"Jimmy and Adam, the brother, lived and sold drugs together. That's how they made their money," Kyle said while new tears form in the corners of his eyes. "Jimmy did some horrible stuff when he was on the street. He told me all about it and he was going to tell you. He just didn't get the chance. Adam had gotten Jimmy hooked on meth. Jimmy thought it made him a better musician, and I begged him to stop but he wouldn't. He just kept going,"

"What caused him and his brother to split?" Karen asked.

"Over the years, Adam ended up having a kid and one weekend brought him home. But Adam was high, out of his mind. I don't remember what happened but Adam went off on the kid. He was yelling and burning the kid with a cigarette. Jimmy just sat there staring at the whole scene. I was screaming at the top of my lungs for him to stop but Adam turned on me. He beat the crap out of me and the kid as well," Kyle said as tears ran down his face. "That night Jimmy and I left. He stole a lot of money from Adam so we could start fresh."

"Why did he change his last name?" Karen inquires.

"We didn't want Adam to find us. That was over a year ago and Jimmy had been clean of meth since that night," Kyle answered. "I don't have a clue what set him off again."

"I might have an idea," Derek said. "He borrowed eight thousand dollars from me to pay Adam back but I didn't know it was his brother. I thought it was a drug debt. Jimmy was probably feeling a lot of pressure between working, writing songs, and paying me back. I'm sorry this happened Kyle."

At Derek's confession, Kyle began to sob again and his whole body shook.

"Kyle we need to make some arrangements," Karen said after he started to calm down. "Do you know what he would have wanted?"

"No, we never talked about that," Kyle forced out, and he sniffled some more. "Maybe cremation?" Kyle shrugged. "He probably wouldn't want anything big. Besides me, he had no family."

"Let's arrange for cremation for the time being," Derek suggested. "Then we can decide later what to do with the ashes."

"That sounds good," Kyle said, wiping away more tears.

Ana arrived later and they all ate lunch together in Derek's apartment. Kyle mostly pushed the food around while Karen managed a few bites. However, Derek was able to convince her to drink a protein shake, so she'd at least had something in her stomach. Ana ate but remained quiet through the whole event.

Derek was reluctant to let any of them leave his apartment, but Karen managed to reason with him that she didn't have anything with her.

"Can I come with you?" he asked timidly. "I really don't want you, or Kyle to be alone tonight," he quickly added.

"I'll have Ana, and Kyle will have me," she said. But really, she did want him to come. She just couldn't seem to get herself to say it, so instead she toyed with his collar.

"I guess I could come along and comfort Ana then," he joked, with his trademark smirk.

"I'm not sure how Ana would take your offer of comfort," she said. She moved her hand from his collar to the back of his neck to play with the hairs there.

"Give me 10 minutes darling," he said. "You're not going anywhere without me." He bounded up his stairs to quickly pack a few of his personal things.

Sure enough, he was back in less than 10 minutes, and the group made their way to the shared apartment.

After a few more hours, they all turned in for sleep. Kyle took the living room and somehow Derek ended up in Karen's bed.

"I asked Ana if she needed any comforting," he quipped while lying next to Karen who tucked her head into the crook of his neck. "You were wrong by the way. She said that if you didn't want to be comforted by me then she would take all the British she could get."

"You're such a liar," Karen accused, and managed to produce a small snicker.

"You're right; I'm a huge liar, but I got you to laugh," he pointed out.

"Yes. Yes you did," Karen admitted. "Thank you again Derek."

"No problem sweetheart," he said, and this time he was the one to plant a kiss on her cheek.