A few days ago Bobbie found a print out of the front page of the Jacksonville paper dated November 5th with a year that Bobbie would have liked to forget tucked under the wiper blade on her car. It was startling and a little unnerving. Then yesterday she found a deflated "It's a Girl" balloon with the same November date written on it in sharpie in her locker at the hospital. That had really set her on edge. But now, now Bobbie was really upset. She found a letter slipped under her door when she got home from work. It was dated once again November 5th. It read, "Do you remember her? Do you think of her? Is she you're dirty little secret?"

"Barbara Jean?" Luke called out as he walked into the brownstone.

"Over here." Bobbie said as she wiped at the tears on her cheek.

Luke frowned at the sight of his adored baby sister crying. "Barbara Jean, what's wrong?"

Bobbie handed him the letter. "Do you know the date?"

Luke looked it over and nodded. "Of course I do. I was there. I remember how you looked, how you couldn't take your eyes off her."

"Who would do this Luke?" Bobbie asked. "Who could find out and use it against me like that?"

"I don't know darlin' but I'll find out." Luke leaned over and kissed the side of her head. He lifted her chin and said, "You did the right thing, Bobbie. Our life back then, it wasn't meant for a kid, we couldn't bring her into that. Hell, we were just kids ourselves."

Bobbie gave her brother a weak smile. "I know. But I still wonder, I still think about her, I still miss her, and I still love her. I always will."

Luke put his arm around his baby sister and held her close. "That's because that's the person you are baby sister. You love."

In the park Carly watched Sam playing. She was thinking about wither or not the next little note she left for Bobbie should have a picture, a baby picture, would she even know it was her own daughter she was looking at? Her plan was to play with Bobbie for a little a while, let her know she had proof of what she did, and then threaten to expose her dirty little secret to her close nit little community if she didn't pay her price. Then she would use that money to take care of Sam and to find Sam's mother. It was a bit sloppy, but at least it was a plan.

Sam was playing with Lucky again. This time he had his big slobbery dog with him and they were both taking turns throwing the ball for him. Carly liked bringing her to the park because Carly thought she needed to be more of a kid. Sam liked playing with Lucky and Foster, but she liked the idea of helping Carly even more; they were a team. Tonight Carly needed her to pick a lock on an old brownstone house so she could get inside and leave her birth mother another little surprise. Sam could almost feel her little fingers itching to get at the lock and to get inside and look around.

"So how long are you staying in town?" Lucky asked as he threw the ball for Foster.

Sam shrugged. "As long as it takes."

"As long as what takes?" Lucky asked.

"For as long as it takes for Carly to get things done." Sam said. "Man you're nosey."

Lucky was going to ask another question when he heard his dad call out for him.

"Hey cowboy." Luke said with a smile. "Who's your little friend?"

"Hey Dad." Lucky said with a smile. "This is Sam."

Sam's eyes went a little wide. That was the man who helped give Carly away. Lucky was his son? She glanced at Lucky and than back at the man who was smiling at her.

"Well hi Sam." Luke greeted.

"Hi." Sam said. She looked at Lucky. "I have to go. My sister is waiting."

Luke watched as the little girl ran off and then shrugged before looking at his son. "I wanted to let you know that I'm taking off for a few days."

Lucky frowned. "Does Mom know?"

"Yes." Luke said with a roll of his eyes. "Mom knows. I need to do something for your aunt Bobbie. I'll be back soon."

"Ok." Lucky hugged his dad goodbye before going to find his mom.

Sam ran up to Carly and started rambling. "That boy Lucky is Luke's son he's related to your real mom I didn't know Carly I didn't and I didn't tell him anything either even though he asked a lot of stupid questions I promise I stuck to the story I swear."

Carly blinked. When Sam got nervous or scared she rambled without taking a breath. "Easy Sammie, breath." She waited until Sam took a breath and then said, "Ok, now tell me that again slowly."

Sam explained everything.

"Its ok Sam." Carly told the girl as she reached out and rubbed her arm in a comforting way. "I don't care about Luke. Its Bobbie I'm after."

"But he's the one who forced her to give you up right?" Sam asked.

Carly nodded. "Him and their aunt, but in the end she agreed, she made the choice and signed the papers, and she's the one who has what we need."

"I wish you would just tell her." Sam said as she sat beside the older girl.

"Sam." Carly sighed. "We've been over this."

Sam nodded. "I know. She hurt you so you're gonna hurt her back."

Carly's eyes got huge. "Sammie! That's not it at all!"

"Its ok Carly." Sam said. "Sometimes I hope my real mom hurts too. Sometimes I hope no one wants her either."

Carly sighed. She didn't want Sam to feel the way she felt. She had kind of hoped that finding out she was adopted would help Sam feel better, not worse. "Sammie, you're situation isn't the same."

Sam shrugged. "You don't know that."

"Come on." Carly said as she stood up. She didn't know what else to say or do, other then finding Sam's mom and making things right for the little girl before she ended up any more like her. "We need to get ready for tonight."

That perked the little girl up and she went with Carly without a fuss. That night they waited outside the brownstone for the right moment to go inside. There was some event happening that would have most of the people who lived there out for the night. It was a quick in and out so Carly wasn't to worried about time. Once Carly was sure no one was inside she nodded to Sam who made quick work of the lock. The home was beautiful and warm. There were pictures on the mantle of her mother's new family and it made Carly sad and angry. A small part of her told her she was being a drama queen, that she was overreacting again, but a larger part of her was simply too hurt to care.

"Its so nice." Sam whispered as she took it all in. It was one of the nicest houses she'd ever been in.

"Yeah." Carly whispered back.

The girls made their way upstairs and quickly found Bobbie's bedroom. Carly wanted to leave the picture and copy of the parental rights weaver where Bobbie and only Bobbie would find it. She picked the jewelry box.

"Wow." Sam whispered at the jewelry inside. "She must be rich."

Carly snorted. "Just well off and spoiled." She fingered a couple of the pieces, picking up a necklace and holding it against her neck, and for a moment she thought of just taking a piece or two and pawning it. Surely that would be enough to find someone to help her find Sam's mother, but if she did that Bobbie wouldn't suffer, and she needed too suffer. So she put the necklace back and placed the picture and copy in the box.

"Come on Carly." Sam whispered. "We should go."

The older girl nodded. She led Sam back downstairs and through the house. They were just making their way out the back door when the front door opened. Carly paused and listened.

"I'm sorry Tony." Bobbie said. "I wasn't very good company tonight."

"Are you sure you're ok?" Tony asked.

Bobbie nodded and gave him a smile. "I'm just tired. I'm going to head to bed. You should go back to the party."

Tony returned her smile. "I hate those things and you know it."

Sam was a little scared about getting caught so she pulled Carly away from the backdoor. Carly was reluctant but went with her anyway. When they got back to their room at Jake's Sam asked, "Why did you freeze? We could have been caught!"

"I'm sorry." Carly said. "I wouldn't have let us get caught. I wouldn't do anything that risked us going back to a home." She sighed. "I'm not sure why I stopped."

"She's your mom, Carly." Sam said as if that answered the question.

"Don't start!" Carly snapped.

Sam held up her hands. "Sorry."

Carly sighed and shook her head. "I'm taking a shower."

Back at the brownstone Bobbie was getting undressed. She'd taken off the jewelry she was wearing and went to put it in her jewelry box. When she opened it and found the picture and copy she yelped.

"Bobbie?" Tony asked with concern as he came up behind her. He saw what she had in her hand and that her hand, her whole body was trembling. "What is that?"

She had never told him about the little girl she had out there somewhere. Part of her was afraid to, afraid he wouldn't understand, and a part of her simply didn't want to face that kind of pain again. When he took the picture and copy from her hand she didn't fight him. When he led her over to their bed and sat her down she didn't fight him. When he looked at her with those concerned and loving eyes she let herself fall against his chest and cry. When she calmed down she told him everything.

"You were a child yourself, Bobbie." Tony said when she was finished. "You did the right thing."

When she saw him pick up their phone she stopped him. "What are you doing?"

"Someone broke into our home." He told her. "I'm calling the police."

Bobbie shook her head. "Don't. Please. Luke's handling it."

Tony sighed in frustration. "Of course he is."

When Carly came out of the bathroom she found Sam sitting on the bed looking at what looked like a framed picture. "What is that?"

Sam didn't look up as she said, "I never looked like Evelyn or Cody. Danny does, but I don't. You look like your mom, cept for the hair and color of your eyes. I wonder who I look like."

Carly walked over and snatched the picture of Bobbie that Sam had in her hands. "You swiped this?"

Sam nodded. "From the living room on our way out."

"Why?" Carly demanded.

"I don't know." Sam said with a shrug. "I thought maybe you'd like…"

"Sam!" Carly yelled at the little girl. "You need to stop! You need to stop thinking that I'm going to have some kind of happy ending with this woman! She gave me up! She abandoned me! Why would I want to go back to her?"

"Why do you want me to go back to mine?" Sam yelled right back. "I was tossed away too! Why do I have to go be with my mom when you don't want to be with yours? Why can't we just stay together! You just want to dump me off just like everyone else!"

Carly was taking by surprise. She hadn't realized how badly Sam just wanted to be with her and how scared she was bout being left again. "I'm not dumping you off, Sammie, I would never do that!" She said as she pulled the younger girl into her arms and hugged her. "You need a mom Sammie, a real one, one that will love you and stuff."

"She didn't love me enough to keep me the first time." Sam said as she hugged Carly back, her little voice cracking. "She didn't even give me to nice people who wanted me, or loved me. At least you had a mom and dad who loved you and wanted you before they died. You're the only person who's ever wanted me."

"Oh Sammie." Carly sighed. "I do want you with me, and I do love you, but you need more than that, you deserve more than I can give you."

Sam sniffled. She was trying so hard no to cry. "Maybe, maybe that's what our real moms wanted too."

Again Sam had left her surprised. That was an awfully big thought for such a little girl. "Maybe." She sighed. "Hopefully, for you at least."