Hey guys, I'm back! Another chapter posted up! Yay. Reviews at the end of the chapter. :D I'm on my spring break so maybe I'll be able to post up one or two chapters this week. By the way, this has two parts of chapters since I realize that it was way, way too long.

*A month later*

A month has passed since the shootings at the bar and they still haven't found the shooters. What was so different for me this time is that I lost my baby and I was still grieving and angry.

According to Stella, Mac started to stay at work every night until 5 a.m. and go home at his apartment. Flack took a leave from work.

Danny was shot in the back and it paralyzed him for temporarily which landed him in a wheelchair….at least that what's Lindsay told me so far.

Mac and I haven't seen each other for about three weeks.

I still have the picture of my son's scan on the mirror and I look at it almost every day. I just couldn't bring myself to bring the picture down…. Mac thought it was unhealthy and we ended up having a huge fight about it… I guess you can say that when we decided to take a break from our relationship.

My job has been keeping me busy but seeing little kids running though the halls after school made me sad and lonely.

I have thought about quitting but I decided not to since seeing my seniors' faces give me joy.

It was Saturday night when Samantha came by to see me.

"Hey, girl. How are you?" Samantha says, giving me a hug.

"I'm going alright…I guess." I let Samantha in my apartment.

"I brought a wine bottle… is that okay?" Samantha shows me the wine bottle.

"Yeah, it's fine. I'll get the glasses out in the kitchen." Samantha walked into the living room while I was in the kitchen getting the glasses.

I joined Samantha with the glasses and she poured me a glass of wine.

"Thanks honey." I said as she gives me my glass.

"No problem. So what's going on with you?" She sips her wine.

"Well… nothing has changed… just the same. Mac and I are taking a break right now."

Samantha was surprised. "What? What happened?"

"We had a huge fight about the picture of the baby posted on my mirror. Mac thought it was unhealthy but I just couldn't bring myself to bring the picture down. So I got angry at him for saying that and we said very hurtful things to each other. So we decided to take a break for while."

"Oh my gosh… I am so sorry. When did you guys break up or what's the word…taking a break?" Samantha takes my hand and held it.

"Um… about almost three weeks ago now. I'm trying to not to think about the whole thing." I nodded and she squeezed my hand.

"Well, do you want me to spend the night or not?" Samantha asked.

"No… it's fine. I'll be alright… it just takes time."

"Yes, you're right. It takes a lot of time."

"Thanks for being so understanding and thanks for bringing some alcohol." We giggled together.

We had drinks and just talked all night.

When midnight had arrived, Samantha stood up and stretched out her arms.

"I have to go home now. It was good seeing you." Samantha said.

I stood up and we hugged each other.

"Thanks for coming by." I walked her to the door.

"Oh, it's fine. I just wanted to see my girl." She chuckled.

We hugged again and she left. I closed the door and locked it up.

I took the glasses and put them in the sink. I'll wash them tomorrow.

I turned the lights off in the kitchen and the living room and walked into my bedroom.

I put on my x-large t-shirt and shorts on for bed and walk to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth and when I was done, I looked at the mirror, then at the picture. I took the picture off the mirror and looked at it for while.

"I'll miss you, my baby boy." I whisper and kissed the pictured one last time before putting it away in a box and put it under my bed.

I felt good about it and knew that I will see my son someday in heaven. I turned out the lights and went to sleep.

I was watching the news the next morning when they were talking about the shooting last month. I was cutting grapefruit for breakfast when the shooters' names caught my attention. I looked up quickly and saw the shooters 'faces.

"The CSI Team found the shooters and is currently holding them until the jail could get them." The newscaster said.

I dropped the knife on the counter and put on my shoes. I grabbed my purse and remembered the picture.

I walked into my room and grabbed my picture of my son.

I ran out of my apartment and caught the taxi.

"Take me to the CSI building, please." I said to the driver. He nodded and started to drive.

We reached to the building and I got out of the car and gave the driver a tip. He thanked me and drove off.

I went into the building and took the elevator. When the elevator doors opened, I walked out and saw Stella.

Stella saw me and came out of the lab.

"What's wrong?" Stella asked me as she came to me.

"Can we talk in a private room?" I said.

"Sure, let me take you." She took me into the room and sat down.

"What's going on?"

"Stella, please be honest with me for once for what I'm about to ask you."

"Okay."

"I was watching the news this morning and the newscaster said that you guys found these shooters and that you are holding them until the jail could come pick them up. Is it true?"

Stella hesitated and then nodded. I sighed heavily and angrily.

"Just don't tell Mac that I confirmed it."

"I'm not going to tell Mac… since we haven't seen each other for three weeks. We're taking a break."

"I know… I could tell that Mac is down… he misses you terribly, Bella."

"I miss him too but… I'm just not ready. Now, back to the subject…. I want to see them. Please, Stella, for once… I want to see them."

"Mac will kill me if I let you do that." She protested.

"No… Stella." I sat down in front of her. "I need to tell those men what they did that night. I need to get it out of my system; otherwise I will never get it out if you don't let me. Please. Just one favor and I won't ask you again. Please." I pleaded.

Stella takes my hand and squeezed. "I could tell that it would help you so much. I'll risk my job for once. I'll put the shooters in the interview room and you could talk to them as long you don't beat the crap out of them."

I laughed. "Stella, do I look like the person who beats up people in anger? Hmm?"

Stella shook her head, chuckling. "No, you don't. I'll have to distract Mac somehow."

"Well, figure it out!" I said, standing up.

Stella stood up. "Stay here until I get the shooters into the interview room; then I'll come get you."

I nodded and she left for few minutes before coming back.

"Okay, they're in the interview room now and I distracted Mac for minutes with something but he's going to come back pissed off once he hears about this… hopefully not."

"Thank you again, Stella."

She nodded and she took me into the area where I can see the shooters behind the window.

Memories of that night came flooding back and I sighed heavily.

"Are you sure you still want to do this?" Stella asked when she saw my reaction.

"Yes, I am. I'm just taking time to breathe and then go in." I nodded.

She nods and stood there.

"I'm going in now. Hold my bag." I handed her my bag and took out the picture of David and my son.

"I'm going in now… are you going to be here when I come back?"

"Yes, I will be here." Stella smiled at me.

I opened the door and went in. The shooters looked up to see who it was.

"Who are you?" one of the shooters asked.

"I can't tell you due to a policy." I lied.

He grunted.

"Do you know why I'm here?"

They shook their heads.

I sat down in front of them and was quiet until I looked up and looked at them.

"I was there that night when you shot at the bar."

"Well, you're fine." One of the shooters said and they all chuckled.

"You think this is funny?" I grabbed my pictures and slam them down on the table, causing one of them to jump.

"Take a look at those pictures and tell me who are they? HMM?"

They took one look at them and their smiles went away.

"Isn't one of the pictures is a baby?" one asked.

"This is the bartender you killed. His name was David and he left behind a wife and two little boys…" I choked up. "And this is the baby at thirteen weeks old. Do you know whose baby is that?"

They shook their heads.

"Mine. That night, I was pregnant and you shot me in my stomach, instantly killed my son. You killed David and my son."

One of them broke down and was weeping. The other two had the guilty look on their faces.

"You did all of these damage to us… just for money. All I can say is that I know that you will live with this guilty for rest of your lives… knowing that you killed a baby and a family man. That's why I came here… to let you know that I am angry at you and I know that maybe someday I'll forgive you or maybe not. I still have a wound and I know that it won't heal inside my heart. I am going to live with this pain forever and it's because of you guys. Thank you for taking your time to listen." I stood up and took my pictures.

"I'm sorry!" one of the men choked out.

"Sorry is not going to take back my son and David! Goodbye." I said and walked out, leaving the men in shock.

When I walked out, I saw Mac and Stella together. Mac must have found out because he looks really pissed and he was folding his arms.

"I would like you and Stella in my office, NOW." Mac walked out and we looked at each other.

"I guess I got you into trouble, Stella." I felt so bad for her.

"No, it's alright. Let's go." She puts her arm around me and we walked to Mac's office.

Uh-oh... They are in major trouble with Mac. Hehehe. Anyway... give me reviews and I'll exchange the part two for reviews. *smiles evilly and winks*