Chapter 6

The next morning, Freddie rolled over and reached out for Sam. The bed next to him was empty. His eyes flew open, as he sat up and quickly ran out of their bedroom into the hall. The bathroom light was on, and he could faintly hear noise through the cracked door. "Sam, sweetie are you alright?" Freddie called, knocking on the door. A muffled reply came back at him through the door,

"Don't come in here." hearing this, Freddie immediatly threw open the door only to see Sam, with her head in the toilet wretching violently. quickly, he got down next to her and grabbed her hair. For several minutes, he sat next to his wife, gently soothing her until she picked herself up, and wiped her sleeve over her mouth.

"Are you ok?" He asked, as Sam leaned over the sink and spit green tinted mouth wash into it.

"Stupid morning sickness." she mumbled, walking out of the bathroom. Freddie quickly ran after her,

"Want me to make breakfast?" He asked her gently

"Not after that last time." she chuckled, pushing past her husband into the kitchen.

"Oh sure, start one small fire and I'm never trusted with cooking utensils again!" he called, throwing himself onto their small sofa.

"more like huge fire, do you not remember how far that sucker spread?" Sam laughed back, setting a carton of eggs on the counter.

"I honestly didn't know that those curtains were so flamable!" He defended, throwing his hands up.

They ate in silence for a while, Freddie finally broke the silence. "Did you go to the docters yet?"

"No, I did make an appointment for friday though." She answered, taking a bite out of her toast. Suddenly, she sprang up and raced for the bathroom. Freddie sighed and got up to follow her,

Its going to be a long nine more months. He thought.

"Now, baby you remember everything Mommy's told you?" The dark haired women asked her daughter, smoothing out her blond hair.

"Yup mommy, I remember." The little girl giggled. She never understood why her mommy was so afraid of people. when ever anybody came to the door, she had to sit in her room until she was told to come out. She was never aloud to play with the neighbors outside, or be seen when her mother had company.

"Well alright then, lets go honey pie." The woman said, wrapping her hand around the girl's smaller one. together, the two walked hand in hand through the heavy glass doors into the brightly light school. When they arrived at the girl's class room, She crouched so that she could look into the girl's eyes. "Remember what I told you. Momma loves you baby." she said, tears brimming in her eyes as she leaned in to kiss the girl's head.

Sam has been in the bathroom for five minutes throwing up everything she had left. "How is-there-anything left?" Sam yelled, between vomit. Freddie felt helpless knowing there was nothing he could do to make his precious wife feel better.

"It's ok baby, I'm sure you'll feel better in a little bit." he soothed, rubbing Sam's back as she leaned over the bowl.

"Thats what you think benson!" she exclaimed, standing up.

"Why don't go lay down, I'll clean up breakfast." Freddie said, leading Sam into their living room.

Freddie finished cleaning their breakfast dishes, when the phone rang. He answered it quickly so it didn't wake up Sam.

"Hello?" he asked. In the background he could hear something crash, and the fimilar voice that could only belong to Oliver Cambridge.

"FIDDLESTICKS!" The man cried, before remembering that the phone was on. "Hello?" he asked.

"Umm..." Freddie replied.

"Yes, can I help you?" Cambridge asked confused.

"Um, sir you called here." Freddie said, slightly irritated.

"Oh right, right. Is this Freddie Benson?" The man asked.

"Yes this is Freddie, what do you want?" Freddie asked, running his hand through his brown hair, and looking back at Sam, who stirred in her sleep.

"Good, Freddie I thought you would like to know that I have some more information on your case." He said quietly, looking absently over his shoulder.

"Listen sir, I apprisiate your trying to help Sam, but there is no way-" Freddie was cut off by a loud crash.

"FIDDLESTICKS!" Cambridge shouted, "Freddie I know you don't believe it, but I am sure-more imortantly Sam is sure there is a case here. Meet me tommorrow at noon." There was another crash, before the line went dead. Freddie sighed and hung up the phone before walking into the livingroom. He sat down next to Sam, and thought. He wanted to believe that his Daughter was out there somewhere. That she hadn't died for no reason, But as hard as he tried, he couldn't make himself believe. He had let go five years ago, he had mourned and so had Sam. They had spent five years trying to get passed what happened, they had finally gotten to a point where they weren't constently reminded of their loss. Now Sam had to go and do this, make herself believe this crazy idea.

Suddenly, Sam stirred and opened her eyes. "Hey." she said groggily, rubbing her eyes.

"Hey baby, feeling better?" Freddie asked, rubbing Sam's leg gently.

"A lot better." Sam answer, sitting up. "What are you doing?"

"Just thinking." He answered flatly, looking over at Sam.

"Freddie, I know you think that I'm crazy for believing that our baby is out there." She said, taking Freddie's hand gently.

"I don't want to talk about it." He said, getting up and walking towards their small bedroom.

"We have to talk about it Freddie, because with or with out you, I'm going to try. I will find her." Sam said, Sitting on the bed.

"Sam-" He started.

"No Freddie." she interupted, "I have to do this. Those docters couldn't tell us anything. There was no closure. Maybe this can be our closure, Even if we do find out that she is gone, that she isn't coming back. This can help." Sam looked up at Freddie. "Don't you want to know what happened? Why we didn't get to even hold her?" Tears pooled in her eyes, as she looked into her husband's eyes.

"Sam, what about her funeral? You don't remember that?" Freddie realized, this is what is keeping him from believing. He had watched them lower the casket, he had stood up and talked about how they never officially met their daughter, but she already had a place in their hearts, she was already part of their family.

"Yeah I remember, but do you remember how we never saw her? the casket was already closed when we got there? they never let us hold her? how do you know that we buried an empty casket? that someone faked the whole thing?" Sam said.

"Be reasonable Sam, why would anyone go through so much trouble?" Freddie asked, holding Sam's hand.

"That's what I'm going to find out. after we get our baby back, I'm going to wring the answer's out of the no good-"

"Sam, listen to me. what about this baby right now? are we just going to forget them, so you can chase an invisible dream? He said, putting his hand over Sam's flat stomach.

"Of course I'm not going to forget him, but he won't be here for nine months. Who knows where we'll be by then." Sam said, waving her free hand at Freddie.