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Andy rushed back to his office. No one was there. He searched everywhere for it. Flynn dug through the desk, but couldn't find it. He looked under the desk, in his pockets; still nothing.

He raced down the hall and ran into the break room. Andy pulled everything out of the cabinets. He pulled all contents out of the trash can. Nothing; nothing was there.

Flynn put both hands on his head and swiveled his fingers through his hair. He turned around in confusion. After a three sixty turn, he kicked the empty can.

He heard a door open, but he turned his body to hide his shredded tears. Heels clicked the tile and then stopped. With his instincts, he heard the heeled person lift the trash can up. She never said a word of the mess or asked how it happened. Before Andy turned to apologize for the mess, he wiped his face twice with his hands.

"I'm so sorry for the-"Why was she here? It was bad enough seeing her during the day snooping around the murder room. "mess." He finished his sentence.

Sharon looked up. She saw hurt in his eyes. His eyes were puffy and sagging after what would only be caused by crying. "It's no problem, really." She proclaimed while reaching to put up the sugar.

"No it's not. It's just I'm looking for something very important to me." He hesitated. Andy thought about not asking her, but he desperately needed that item. "It was a photo of a woman with long brown hair. She was holding a photo of an ultra sound. It also was torn it the far corner. The picture was faded a little; I mean you could tell it was old." Andy began to over explain. "Have you seen it anywhere?" His voice cracked.

She paused a moment. It didn't cross her mind that when she came in there an hour ago, that that picture would have belonged to someone like him. She dug through he pockets, and pulled the torn picture out. "Is this it? I-"He snatched it from her hands, but not out of a rude act. He was just happy to see it.

Andy traced Sam's face with his pointer finger. Sharon continued to explain how she found it even though she knew it was pointless. "I found it behind the coffee machine a little while back. I came in here with a magnet about to put in the refrigerator for whom ever it belonged to could get it."

Flynn shot his head up. "I'm glad you didn't. I'm sorry, but this is very personal and no else needs to know." She nodded in agreement.

After a few awkward seconds, Sharon asked who the person was in the photo. He didn't want to tell her his story, but who would she tell. Andy led her to the chairs. They sat down, both with a coffee cup in hand. "She was my wife. Second actually."

"Oh." She didn't know that piece of information about him. No matter how many times she went through his file in IA she never found that out.

"Yeah, oh. Don't worry we were the same age. I was 33 and so was she."

A black haired man leaned against the kitchen counter. A young woman was cleaning the dishes. "I'm not saying I'm giving up. We just need to take a break on this."

"Well it sure as hell sounds like it." She slammed a dish down into the sink. Sam had a miscarriage already two months ago. She wanted to try again, but Andy wanted her to catch a break. "All I want is to become a family." A tear fell down her cheek. Andy couldn't see it since she wasn't facing him.

He folded his arms. "Is that not what we are? You and me?"

"That's not what I meant and you damn well know it!" Her nose was stopping up.

"Well then what do you mean? You sure as hell won't tell me anything-"

Sam snapped and turned him. "I want a baby dammit! I want something of ours to keep and love. A symbol of us."

Andy softened up and unfolded his arms. They had been trying since three weeks after the miscarriage. He walked toward her and tried to rest his hands on her shoulders. She wouldn't allow it.

She stepped back from his embrace and sniffled. "I'm going to bed. I'm a little tired." Sam walked away.

When she rounded the corner of their apartment, she cried quietly. Andy bowed his head. His palms covered his face. Why was he being this way to her? She didn't deserve it. He began to walk to the hallway closet. She raced to their room, so he wouldn't see her hurt. Andy pulled a blanket out of the hall closet along with a pillow. He thought it was best to sleep on the couch that night.

The next day Sam woke up and Andy was gone. She was glad he wasn't there or he would have seen her a mess. When woken up by nausea, she hurled into the toilet. It was a nasty scene.

She experienced it once before, so this could only mean one thing.

Hawthorne went into work around eight or so. She saw Andy talking to their superior officer. It's funny how long they have been married (and before dating) and no one knew about them.

He glanced up from his conversation. Andy saw Sam working with a smile. Something was off. Flynn rushed the conversation so he could ask her what the deal was. "Um hm. Yeah, I understand…see ya later too." He walked cooly toward his wife. "So um, I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have been such a dick."

The smile disappeared from her face. She tried to hide the excitement. "I need coffee, would you like some, Detective?"

Andy was a little confused, but still he followed her down the hall to the break room. He shut the door, and stood next to it. She was brewing coffee. Andy pointed to where they were a few minutes ago even though she wasn't looking at him. "What was that all about back there?"

She was stirring the coffee trying to dissolve the sugar. "Oh...I ah…I needed to tell you something, and I don't want them to overhear and this become part of the rumor mill."

Sam turned to face him. A smile was dancing across her lips. She was still stirring her coffee. Andy just stood in front of her with one eye brow raised. Sam laughed causing him to jump. After she settled down, she began to stare at her cup and fiddle with the straw. "I'm ah…we're ah…" She looked up to say her final word. "Pregnant!"

When he didn't say anything or move after a few minutes, she got worried. "You know don't worry about it. I know you have more important things to worry about today. Forget I mentioned it, and we'll talk about it tonight." She walked away as fast as she could, so he wouldn't see her cry.

As she walked past him, he grabbed her arm and spun her around. She was close to him now. Their faces were just a few inches away from each other. "You know I care." Andy said almost apologetically.

Sam raised her voice and lowered the tone. "I know you want this perfect little life and this perfect little family, and I'm trying…you see? I'm trying my hardest to give that to you, but you seem like you could care less." Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Damn hormones.

"That's the thing," Andy said calmly. "My idea of the perfect day-simple and carefree with nothing on our schedule, just time for you and me. My idea of the perfect love is what we have right now- ups and downs, give and take….it all just works somehow. My idea of the perfect life," He stopped to make sure she was listening," is really simple too- I'm living it already every day with you." The minute was quiet. Neither one moved or said a word.

Andy pulled his wife into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his waist; her head on his chest. He leaned down and kissed her head. The sweet smell of citrus filled his nose. He spoke words of love into her hair. "I married you for a reason, Sam. You proved to me that you would never give up." She leaned her head up and looked directly at him. "You never gave up after we lost our child, and you won't give up on our family." He wiped away her tears, and kissed her forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too." She smiled into his kiss.

"So let me get this straight," Sharon stopped to see if he was okay with her captioning the story. He gave her a nod. "You were married to a woman, Sam Hawthorne who was your partner and no one knew about your marriage. She got pregnant twice, one of the two times, the baby died? Where is this child now?"

Sharon hit a soft spot. She saw his head lower and facial features change. "You don't have to tell me. I know that was a wrong question to ask. Sorry." She apologized.

"It's not you, I'm just not quite at terms with her death even though it has been many years since she past."

She smiled, "That name was rather familiar. Samantha Hawthorne, right?" She looked at him questioningly.

"Correct"

"Hm I'll probably figure it out later." Raydor checked her watch. "Oh it's getting rather late. I'm afraid I must go." She stood up and walked to the door. She stopped in the door frame with the door wide open. Andy was left drinking his drink. "You know you can talk to me anytime right?" She felt bad for not recognizing a fellow officer in pain. He gave her a nod. "Well then, good night Lieutenant." She walked out of the door.

Andy was alone now. He pulled the picture out once more. He stared at the ultra sound picture and then back to the young woman. Flynn spoke softly to them as if they could hear him, "I love and miss you, Samantha and Claire." After a few minutes, he stuffed the picture back into his pocket and walked out the door.