A/N:This is a Flashback chapter. It originally had another scene tired in with it, but it really was significant, so I decided to let this stand alone. I hope you enjoy it. :)

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Chapter 8

Sam looked up when Spinelli opened the door and entered their office, visibly surprised to find her sitting at her desk.

"Fair Samantha!" Spinelli exclaimed, "I didn't expect to see you here!"

"Yep." She sighed, focusing back on her work, "I'm here."

"Well?" He was waiting with baited breath, "Did you find Mr. Moreau?"

"Nope."

Spinelli furrowed his brow, "Fair Samantha, is something wrong?"

"No…" Sam retreats, "I'm sorry, Spinelli. I'm just a little frustrated."

"So the address came up empty?"

"No…" Sam sighed again. "It didn't come up entirely empty. The address is a Garrett Newman's office."

"Garrett Newman?" Spinelli inquired, folding his arms.

"Yes. He is apparently, Gerard Moreau's brother." Sam nodded, "He, I guess, takes care of his brother's affairs." She drew a deep breath, "According to him, Gerard Moreau died many years ago."

"Oh." Spinelli's face fell, "I'm so sorry… I know how you were hoping to find him."

"Yeah, well." She shrugs, "I mean… I didn't know what to expect, really. At least I have an answer, right?"

"Yes…but you don't seem completely convinced of its merit."

"I don't know…" Sam dismisses, "It's just me… still hoping that it's not true, I guess."

"Maybe it isn't?"

"I can only take his word… there are no records for the name other than the address that I found."

"Which, I'm sure, is why the judicial one has always been so discouraged and… er… rather secretive about the situation."

"Maybe," She shrugs.

"Did you inform her of your findings?"

"My mother?" Sam raised a brow as Spinelli nodded, "No…"

"Well, you told her where you were going today…" He watched Sam for an answer, but she didn't respond, "You didn't? But she knows that you've been looking into…" Sam simply looks up to him with wide eyes. "Forgive my intrusion, Fair Samantha, but don't you think your mother has the right to be informed?"

"Spinelli… my mom has never been willing to discuss my father. She always grows uncomfortable and I can tell it makes her upset. I don't want to do that to her." She shrugs, "And now, I don't have to tell her."

"But it is closure… maybe she needs it. Maybe she will open up?"

Sam thought for a moment, then shook her head, "No. It's not necessary. I just want to forget this ever happened. I mean… this doesn't change anything. I've gone 33 years without even knowing my father's name… what's the difference in knowing he's dead?"

Spinelli could tell that this was bothering his friend and colleague more than she let on. He realized something, causing his face to brighten, "Well, at least one good thing came of this!"

"Yeah, what's that?" She busied herself with the variety of papers a strewn on her desk.

"You met an uncle that you never knew you even had! Maybe he can give you some insight into what your father was like?"

Sam looked up quickly in realization, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Maybe he can."

After work that day Sam arrived home at the Lakehouse to Molly playing on the floor with Danny who was standing up in front of his aunt, holding both of her hands and squealing at the site of his mother. "Hi, baby!" She set the pile of files in her hands on the table and kneels down to Danny's level.

"There's mommy, Danny." Molly cooed as she stood up carefully, still holding Danny's hands, "Let's show her what we were practicing today!"

Sam watched as her sister guided Danny towards her who was taking one careful step at a time and giggling the whole way. She felt the tears sting her eyes as Molly let go of the little one's hands and he walked 5 steps and landed in her arms, "Oh my Goodness! Danny! You're walking!"

"A little bit…" Molly smiled happily, watching her nephew wrap his arms around his mother.

"Aunt Molly is such a good teacher, huh, Danny?" Sam sniffed away her tears as she rocked Danny in her arms, "Mommy is so proud of you!" They all smiled before Sam was startled by a loud bang coming from the kitchen followed by the sound of her mother's voice.

"Damn-it!"

Sam turned wide-eyed to her sister, "What was that?"

"Mom's cooking dinner…" Molly sighed as her sister laughed.

"Oh no…" Sam couldn't stop laughing, "So what do you want for dinner, Chinese or Pizza?"

"I heard that!"

The girls both look at each other before their mother appears from the kitchen, in an apron and wiping her hands with a towel.

"Hello, Samantha." Alexis narrows her eyes, knowing it was her eldest was mocking her cooking.

"Hi, mom…" Sam chuckled.

"Stop. Both of you." Alexis scolded as she descended the stairs.

"So what's for dinner?" Sam raised a brow as she cuddled her son close, "Chinese or Pizza?"

"Neither!" Alexis crossed her arms, "I'm making Chicken Parmesean. It's in the oven."

"You mean… you cut, pounded, and breaded chicken?"

"Yes…" Molly intervened, "I can promise you, she pounded it."

"Oh come on now," Alexis rolled her eyes, and then addressed her daughter with a smile, "Did your son show you what he learned today?"

"Yes," Again tears sprung to Sam's eyes as she hugged him close, "My baby's getting so big!"

"Yes he is," Alexis cooed to Danny, tickling his belly, before she shifted her eyes to her daughter, "How was your day?"

"It was good…" Sam shrugged, kissing Danny's head as she sat him back on the floor with Molly, "If you guys don't mind, though, I do have a couple calls I need to make before it gets too late."

"Sure, honey." Alexis smiles as she watches Sam pick up her files and head down the hallway.

"You think Sam's okay, mom?" Molly asked as she built a block castle with her nephew.

"I don't know, sweetie. I think so. Why?"

"I don't know. She was just acting a little weird."

Alexis took a seat on the sofa in front of where Molly and Danny were playing, "She's probably just a little stressed… it was a long work day for her."

"Yeah."A smile crossed Molly's face as she watched Danny pull himself up and walk a few steps towards his grandmother, giggling when he reached her lap.

"Look at you!" Alexis chuckled as she lifted him into her arms and kissed his giggling face, "I just love you so much!"

Sam took a seat on the edge of her bed and pulled out the folded piece of paper in her pocket that had the two familiar names on it; "Gerard Moreau" and "Garrett Newman". She dialed the number and drew a deep breath as she listened to the ring on the other end.

"Um, yes, hi… Mr. Newman? It's Sam Morgan… I spoke to you earlier?" She smiled, "Well… I, um… first I'm sorry if I intruded on your privacy today... Okay. Well, there might be something you can do for me… I would like it if we could meet in person again? I was hoping maybe you could tell me a little bit more about your brother… you know what he was like?" She furrowed her brow at the response on the other end, "Oh. Okay… I just… yes, I understand. Again, I am sorry… thanks." She hung up the phone and let it sit in her hand for a moment as she once again felt tears sting her eyes. She quickly wiped them away before getting up from the bed and crumpling the paper into a ball before throwing it in the waste basket by the door. Closure.