The Whole Truth

"Can you bring April upstairs and make sure she stays there?" Punk asked Dean but not moving from the door to let John in yet.

"Yea." Dean agreed.

"I don't have to-" April began.

"April." Punk warned but kept his eyes on John.

"I'm going." She mumbled and Punk heard her and Dean travel up the stairs.

"You're wasting time looking into me." John informed him.

"I doubt that." Punk said to him coldly.

"Rebecca Howding is my connection to James Sawyer." John said as he passed Punk a photo. "That's me and Rebecca at our high school graduation."

"Ok." Punk said giving him a blank stare.

"You remember Rebecca Howding?" John asked. "She was Marsha Howding's pregnant-"

"Granddaughter." Punk finished for him. "He had been watching Marsha and took Rebecca out when she came by to see her grandmother. She wasn't an intended victim. What about her?"

"She was mine." John told him pointing at the picture in Punk's hands. "That was my baby she was carrying."

"What?" Punk asked. "It was only three years ago and if my math is correct you've been married for four years."

"You really need me to admit the fact that I cheated on my wife with her? Why do you think we never found a spouse for Rebecca? Why there was no record of the father of her baby?" John asked him. "That's why I convinced you to take on this case." he reminded Punk and John was right, it was him who pushed Punk into personally taking over the Sawyer case.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Punk asked.

"You would have thrown me off the case." John told him. "Or you might not have taken the case at all. You always said getting personally involved leads to mistakes and you were right. Rebecca and I dated through high school. We slept together on and off for years. I didn't know she was pregnant until I got the call."

"Are you sure it was your kid?" Punk asked.

"Yea." John said to him. "I found an email she had saved in her drafts that she never sent to me. I deleted it before you would get a chance to read it." he said then passed Punk another piece of paper. "I want this guy. I want him so bad that it aches. He took away a child I never even knew about and he took Rebecca who wouldn't hurt a fly. She was studying to be a doctor. I'm not trying to hurt April or you for that matter."

"You could have gotten her killed- countless times." Punk pointed out.

"I know you think that I wanted to trade her life for his but that's not true." John told him. "I'm not telling you this so you let me in I'm telling you so you stop thinking you're going to find something in my past that will nail Sawyer because you're wasting your time and April doesn't have that kind of time. You know what I know and that if he had the chance he would have killed your kids to get to her. You know he's waiting for this birth. You know you can't do this with the team of you and Ambrose and Graves."

"I don't trust you." Punk told him honestly. "I trust you even less now."

"That's fine. But I'm looking to get Sawyer too." John told him.

"That's awfully reassuring." Punk mocked.

"You have two kids on the way. You know Sawyer is already plotting. He's very methodical you know he's laid this all out." John warned him. "This is what he does for all of his victims which is a big reason he's gotten away so many times. And now he's been plotting for months. He still has money we know, his dad had overseas account and that didn't get tied up during the trial. He's living off of it and he's going to buy people if he has to."

"I don't need you to tell me how to protect my wife." Punk told him. "What I need you to do is stay out of my way and if you hear or say something, report it to me. Stop trying to be a damn hero."

"You can have the highest gate on the block, you can have Ambrose living with you with fifty security cameras and you still won't be able to keep him out and you still won't see him coming." John warned then turned around and walked off.

Punk walked into the nursery and saw April sitting in the lounge chair with headphones over her belly.

"I hope you're not making them listen to that crappy music." Punk teased standing over her.

"Rap isn't crap." April informed him. "I don't want them to hear us talk about James. What did John say?"

"John was connected to one of Sawyer's earlier victims. So he says." Punk told her.

"You believe him?" She asked.

"No. I'll have Graves confirm it." Punk told her.

"Why don't you believe him?" April asked curiously.

"Because John is a proven liar." Punk said simply. "You ready for bed?"

"I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to." She groaned. "I'm uncomfortable."

"Yea? Well I'm sure the bed is more comfortable." Punk suggested.

"Nope. I have to be sitting up so I can quickly get up to pee." She smirked. "What is John's connection to the earlier victim?"

"Nothing worth mentioning." He shrugged.

"It is to me. Please don't keep me in the dark." She said hopefully.

"Rebecca Howding." Punk told her. "She's-"

"The pregnant girl." April finished for him. "I read about that case. Was that his baby?"

"So he claims." Punk said to her and she nodded.

"That explains a lot." She muttered.

"How so?" Punk asked.

"The grief of losing a child, a child you were anticipating has got to kill you." April said to him. "If you came home and I was dead and our babies were dead-"

"I don't want to think about that." He said shaking his head.

"You would carry a vendetta wouldn't you?" She asked.

"Of course I would. Not for long though because I would kill him and go to jail. No point in being alive without you or them." He told her honestly.

"I just understand his desperation. That's all." She shrugged.

"I guess." Punk forced out.

"Can't you use that desperation to your advantage? He must want him more than anyone." She said to him.

"Nobody wants Sawyer more than me. Again, the problem is I need him to fuck up first. He's never been convicted of a thing." Punk reminded her.

"I guess it's too late to change my testimony." She sighed.

"That and double jeopardy. He can't be charged again for the Paulson murder." Punk said to her.

"What about another murder?" April asked and Punk eyed her. "He didn't go to trial for the other women he murdered."

"He knocked off witnesses." Punk reminded her.

"There has to be someone. Someone his dad paid off? You said they paid witnesses off too." She pointed out. "The threat of his father is gone. There's no reason for these people to be afraid."

"That's an amazing point." Punk said to her then smirked. "How did I not think of that?"

"You're over thinking." She told him. "But you're on leave so you can't do it. You need someone who was studied every single murder Sawyer committed. You need someone obsessed."

"You mean like John?" Punk asked and April just shrugged.

"You said it, not me." She remarked innocently.

"I don't trust John." Punk again reminded her.

"I know. But if you can confirm he's telling the truth then you know he's not working with James." She pointed out. "Then you can give him something to direct his attention to."

"I'll have Corey look into it and into past witnesses." Punk said to her.

"See? I'm helpful." She smiled as she rubbed her belly. "They're fighting."

"Are they?" He asked amused and placed his hand on his stomach. "I don't feel it."

"I do." She told him. "That fighting won't be tolerated once you're outside." She warned her belly. "I hope they're close."

"They're twins, of course they'll be close." Punk said to her.

"Your dad's twin bothers aren't." April pointed out.

"That's different, we'll raise our kids right." Punk smirked.

"I can't wait to meet them." She confessed. "It's like they have these little personalities already and I can't wait to get to know them, you know?"

"I know what you mean." He said to her. "But I really would feel better if you came in and went to bed with me."

"You have to help me than." She warned and he grabbed her hands and struggled to pull her up. "You're still strong."

"Of course I am." He said holding onto her arm and helping her into the bedroom.

"Did your dad fix all the stuff you messed up?" She asked as Punk pulled the covers down and helped her into the bed.

"Not everything I did was messed up." Punk defended. "But yes, yes he did." he added quietly.

"Good." She sighed. "I think we're ready which is good because I think they're going to be here soon."

"Yea? Why?" he asked anxiously. "You feel weird?"

"A little bit." She admitted. "Can you call my dad? Tell him I think they should fly in sooner. I don't want to have the babies without my mom." She told him.

"Yea, it's only like ten in Jersey they should still be up." Punk told her. "Do you need me to call the doctor?"

"No." She said putting on a smile. "It's just a feeling."

"Alright." Punk said pulling the covers up over her.

The next day April waddled down the stairs in search of Punk and Dean. There was snow falling heavily since it was only February. She headed into the kitchen and didn't see either of them, they weren't upstairs. She huffed and struggled walking to the garage where sure enough there they were.

"What are you two doing?" April asked annoyed.

"We're looking for rock salt or a shovel." Punk said as he peered around the garage.

"You ok?" Dean asked.

"My water broke." April told them and Punk froze. "Phil." she said to him. "Phil!" She yelled.

"Dude." Dean said slapping his arm.

"Are you sure?" Punk asked and April glared at him. "It's still early."

"It's been eight months. That's about how far most women get with twins." She reminded him. "I'm in a lot of pain-"

"Ok, ok." Punk said rushing past her.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I have to get our bags! I have to get changed!" He explained.

"Can you get my jacket too!" She yelled up then looked at Dean. "What?"

"We're really kind of snowed in." Dean admitted with a sheepish smile. "Which is why we were looking for shovels." he said nervously. "I'll call an ambulance." he suggested.

"Dean-" she began.

"No. You sit right here." he said walking her back inside and sitting her on the couch. "Don't freak out."

"I'm the only one not freaking out." April pointed out as Dean ran up the stairs. "An ambulance won't be able to get here either!" She yelled after Dean and she narrowed her eyes. "Men are so stupid." She mumbled to herself and stood up.

April waddled over to the closet and pulled out Punk's jacket and put it on and then walked over to the door where she had left the shovel and stepped outside.

Punk was shoving more items into his bag as Dean walked into the bedroom.

"The roads are closed. It's going to take an ambulance forever to get here!" Dean yelled. "Why the fuck did you move to a place in the middle of nowhere!"

"We have to get a pot from the kitchen or something and shovel out the car because I can't deliver a baby." Punk explained dramatically.

"Well, I can't deliver a baby either!" Dean yelled back.

"I need my phone charger and my headphones." Punk said thinking to himself.

"We need to get April out of here." Dean explained.

"I need to make sure we have everything first because I can't come back!" Punk yelled frantically.

"Do you have her bag?" Dean asked.

"Do I?" Punk asked looking around and sure enough it was right by the door. "Yes I do. And she needed a jacket." He said pulling something out of the closet.

"Dude, that's a sweater." Dean said reaching in and grabbing April's jacket. "Relax."

"I can't. I have kids about to be born." Punk said grabbing his bag and running out the door, forgetting April's but luckily Dean picked it up as he held onto April's jacket.

"Ape!" Punk yelled. "Dean! April is gone!"

Dean ran down the stairs and looked where he left her on the couch.

"I left her right there!" Dean yelled.

"Oh my god." Punk said racing to the door and sure enough there was April attempting to shovel around the tiers of his car. "What are you doing?"

"I'm shoveling! I have to get to the hospital." She explained as Punk opened the passenger side door and pushed her into it.

"Here." he said passing her his cellphone. "Call your doctor and she'll call the hospital."

"Wait! My mom isn't flying in until Friday. I can't have these babies without her!" She told him as Dean took the shovel from Punk's hand and began to rapidly shovel.

"Babe, you have to go now." Punk told her. "Your mom will get there when she can."

"She can't even fly in today because of this weather. I need my mom." April cried.

"I'll be there." Punk tried to assure her with a smile and April just cried more.

"You're a boy." She wept. "You don't know the pain I'll be going through!"

"I mean I won't but I'll be there every step of the way." He tried to reassure but it didn't work.

"I need my mom." She explained.

"I'll call my mom!" He offered. "She gave birth a couple of times!"

"She won't be able to get to the hospital in this weather. I'm stuck with you." She cried.

Punk could hear Dean snicker and he shot him a glare.

"Babe, please." Punk pleaded. "I have to help Dean shovel so we can get out of the driveway at least."

"I need my mom." April told him. "Or your mom."

"I'll do everything in my power to get them to the hospital but it might just be me, you and Dean and I need you be ok with that. I promise we'll be ok." Punk told her.

"It's two babies." She reminded him and he smirked.

"I know baby." He laughed kissing her hand.

"You'll hold my hand the entire time?" April asked and he nodded. "Dean will get me ice chips and let me yell at him?"

"Sure!" Dean yelled from outside the car.

"It's going to be just us and that's ok." Punk promised her.

"Ok." April said trying to put on a brave smile. "I'm scared now."

"Me too." He admitted.

"One of us needs to not be scared." She told him seriously as she sniffled.

"I won't be scared." He assured her.

"I will be!" Dean yelled from around the car and April had to laugh a bit.

"It's ok." Punk promised.

"What if James knows we're at the hospital?" she asked.

"You are not to worry about him at all." Punk warned her in a low voice. "You worry about getting those kids out. Dean already called the office and there will be Marshal's all over. "We'll have them in the waiting area, by the nursery, by your room. It's going to be safer there than anywhere in the world."

"Alright!" Dean yelled jumping in the backseat.

"You have your gun?" Punk asked Dean.

"A gun in the hospital?" April frowned.

"Just precaution." Punk told her kissing her head then closed her door and ran around to the drivers side.

Punk made it to the hospital in record time. Only emergency vehicles were allowed on the closed roads so Punk shot on his sirens and managed to get them there in one piece.

"Comfortable?" Punk asked April as she got situated in her room.

"No." April sighed. "When do I get the medicine to make the pain stop?"

"Your doctor will be here soon." Punk assured her. "She's having trouble getting here because of the weather."

"Are there Marshal's here?" She asked.

"Yes. You saw Corey in the waiting area and the guy outside when we came in was also a Marshal." Punk assured her. "There's no getting in here for him. Stop worrying."

"That's all I'm doing is worrying." April admitted. "What if something goes wrong during labor? Do you know how the fatality rate is now for women after labor?"

"Ape." Punk warned.

"And then if I survive that I have to be afraid of that fucking psychopath coming nearing my children." April spat angrily.

"I'm going to try to get you that epidural." Punk said nervously reaching for the call button.

"I got you some of those ice things." Dean said passing April a cup. "They don't look like chips though. They're just ice cubes." he informed her seriously.

"That's all I can have." April smirked. "Thank you."

"No sweat." Dean said looking around. "This is really it. I'm a little excited I have to admit." He smirked.

"Yea?" April asked with a smile and he nodded.

"I've been living with you guys throughout this entire pregnancy." Dean shrugged.

"You're going to be a great babysitter." April smiled happily and Dean's face fell.

"I'm a security Marshal." Dean corrected.

"And babysitter." April added trying to get comfortable.

"Don't argue with her." Punk warned. "She's ready to flip on a dime."

"Did you call my mom?" April asked Punk.

"I did. And she's trying to get here but it's really hard with the weather. I got in touch with Karen and Dan too and I'm sending Marshal's to pick them up since the weather is so bad but it's going to be a while since they're an hour into the City." Dean warned.

"Thank you." April sighed relieved.

"The only thing you need focus on is having these babies, and they're half Brooks so they won't make it easy." Dean warned. "And you'll have Punk in the room with you."

"Ugh." She groaned and Punk eyed her.

"I've gone to every birthing class with you." Punk defended. "I didn't just go for fun. I went to practice! And I'm ready!" He defended.

"I obviously want you in there because I need to squeeze your hand I just wish my mom could be there too."

"My mom might make it." Punk told her. "But if not, you have me." he reassured and she just put on the fakest smile he had ever seen.

"April." The doctor greeted. "You're labor is progressing quickly."

"It took a while to get here due to the snow." April told her. "My water broke a while ago."

"She needs one of those epidurals." Punk informed the doctor hopefully.

"Too late for that." The doctor told him.

"What?" April and Punk asked at the same time.

"Your babies are on their way right now. They're in perfect position and you're dilated enough to start pushing." the doctor told her.

"I don't think I'm ready for that." April told her doctor seriously.

"You are." The doctor disagreed.

"Tell her Phil." April instructed her husband.

"She's not ready." Punk said feeling nervous.

"But she is." The doctor insisted.

"That pain medicine though." April said to her.

"It's too late." She again told April.

"I have to have TWO babies I should be given DOUBLE the medicine." April argued as nurses came in and began to unlock her bed.

"You're moving very quickly, April. The labor will be fast." The doctor assured her.

"But painful." April added. "Phil." She nearly cried as they pushed her out of the room.

"I'm coming." Punk assured her grabbing her hand and following her out.