Sam's first instinct was to reach for her own gun, but she quickly remembered that she had turned it in when she began her maternity leave just a few weeks ago.

She was literally defenseless.

"What-What do you want?" Sam whispered, trying to remain calm, though as she stared at that gun in Marshall's hand, that was proving to be quite difficult.

"You thought…you thought this would all be over with some damn judge telling me to stay away from you and your precious brats?" Marshall hissed, stepping into the room.

Sam could instantly smell the alcohol and stale smoke lingering on his body.

"You think this will be like last time?" Marshall continued coldly. "Where you go running to your little cop friends and I get put in jail for ten years? Ten years! I get locked up and you get to keep on living your pathetic life."

"You stabbed me," Sam said, narrowing her eyes.

"And you think you were so innocent?" Marshall scoffed. "You know how damn difficult you were to live with? Huh?"

Let someone hear him and call the police, Sam silently prayed. Please.

"You never knew your place!" Marshall yelled. "You stupid, stupid bitch. All my buddies…their women knew to obey them. When they came home their broads had a beer ready and would do anything they said. But you? You thought you were so special."

"You're sick!" Sam snapped.

"Shut up!" Marshall screamed, and Sam instantly fell silent.

"Maybe I can go back to court and try again to get those brats," Marshall continued, still pointing his gun at Sam. "After all, once their mom is dead…who will stand in my way?"

"You'll never get the twins!" Sam said firmly. "Even-Even if you kill me."

"Too bad you'll never know what happens to them."

Sam could feel her heart beating out of her chest. She had dealt with armed criminals before. But Marshall was worse than anybody she had ever faced on the job.

"You don't want to do this, Marshall," Sam said softly. "If you kill me, you'll go away for way more than ten years. You'll get at least fifty years. Probably life, because I'm a cop. And pregnant. They'll know it was you too. You just lost the court case…it's not hard to connect the dots."

"Don't try you logic on me, hon," Marshall smirked. "You're not coming out of this alive. And I guess that baby you got inside of you won't even make it to see the light of day for the first time."

"Listen," Sam breathed. "If you leave now, I-I won't tell anyone you were here. You can take whatever you want. Sell it for drugs or booze or whatever you want. Go back to living your old life."

"You and I both know you won't do that," Marshall said. "The second I would leave, the police would be on me in no time. You're going to die, Samantha."

And at that moment, Sam realized how true that statement seemed to be. She knew she wouldn't be able to put up a fight. Marshall had a gun, and she was so pregnant she could barely walk.

But Sam was never one to give up.

"You're not going to kill me," Sam said.

"Oh?" Marshall said. "I'm not?"

"You've been here ten minutes already and you haven't shot me," Sam said. "You don't have the nerve."

"You'd be surprised," Marshall said, gripping the gun in his sweaty hand.

"Marshall…please," Sam said, trying desperately to think of anyway out of this. "I-I'm sorry, okay? I-You were right. I-I was a horrible girlfriend to you when we were together. I-I never cooked for you, I always wanted to you to come home instead of playing cards at the bar with your friends…and that night you stabbed me…it was my fault. You just wanted to have some fun, and I was just way too uptight."

"I know what you're doing," Marshall said, stepping closer to her. "You think just because you're a cop you can outsmart me?"

Sam could feel the tears welling in her eyes as she stared at the gun. Images of Kira and Leah and Freddie began circling in her mind. She wasn't going to get to see them. She wasn't going to get to say goodbye. She was never going to meet her unborn son. He wouldn't even have a chance to take his first breath…

"Marshall…" Sam whispered. "Please."

"Nice try," Marshall said icily as he pulled the trigger, emitting a loud gunshot.

Sam felt the pain radiate through her body as she fell to the ground.

….

Freddie hopped out of his cab a few blocks from his and Sam's apartment. He had just gotten back from the realtor's office and had signed all the official documents needed to purchase their home. They were free to move in at anytime.

Freddie began walking home with a spring in his step. Sam had won the court case, they were getting their dream home, he would soon be able to officially adopt the twins and of course, it was just another month until his son would be born.

Right now, it really looked like things couldn't get better.

"Freddie!"

Freddie turned around to see Caleb jogging over to him.

"Oh, hey," Freddie smiled. "What are you up to?"

"I was out for a run," Caleb replied. "What about you? You buy your house yet?"

"Well I put the down payment down, but it is our house now," Freddie grinned. "At least it will be once we get everything moved in. That's what Sam and I are gonna be doing for the rest of the day."

"You need any help?" Caleb asked. "I'm free."

"Um, actually, if you don't mind…" Freddie nodded. "We're pretty behind. It would be good to have some extra hands."

"Great," Caleb said brightly. "Let's go."