Chapter 8: Dirty

Sam sat in the café, watching through the front windows for Boyd, he wanted to get this meeting over, but, more than that, he wanted to go home. Finally, ten minutes late, Sam saw Boyd's figure walking down the street. He quickly slipped in the door, ignoring Sam and heading straight for the counter. Sam sighed as he waited impatiently for Boyd to collect his food and sit down.

Boyd looked angry as he sat in front of Sam, grunting, "What have you got for me?" as he did.

"The girls are kept in the basement of the bar; they've been down there this whole time. Arrange a raid; let's do this so I can go home."

"Sorry, Sammy, it's not that simple. We need the names of their buyers and where they get the girls from. If one of their men manages to escape, they can start this all up again."

"That's not my problem, you brought me here to get you Defraine, I'm handing him to you, get someone else to do the rest."

"Sammy, you're in, they trust you; you realize how many more girls will be trafficked before I can get another guy in where you are now? Most of those girls in there are minors. You have daughters, think about them. If they were your kids…" Boyd trailed off, letting Sam imagine the rest. He was playing on Sam's emotions, and he was winning. He was also getting closer to dropping the baby bomb. Once Sam was in, he'd tell him.

"Fine. I'll stay, but after this I don't want you to contact me again, ever. I said I was done last time, this time I mean it."

"Great Sammy, I appreciate it. As a thank you, I have some news from your wife you'll want to hear." Boyd was grinning now.

"What, Boyd?"

"You're going to be a dad, again."

Sam's anger exploded, but he did manage to control his tone, "this changes things Boyd, my wife is pregnant, at home alone, trying to raise our daughters, I'm out, done. You should hae told me this before."

"Leave if you want Sammy, but it would be a shame if one of those guys in there found out you're a cop, or your name." Sam paled. Boyd could not mean what Sam thought he meant. Even Boyd wouldn't do that.

"Is that a threat, Boyd?" Sam growled.

"Of course not, Sammy, but sometimes things do happen." Boyd shrugged.

"Stay away from my family. Leave them out of this." Sam said as he stood suddenly, knocking the chair he was in over, and stormed out the door.

Sam thought about what he had learned on the walk back to his apartment. First, He was going to have another baby. He and Andy had discussed it, but had not yet decided to try for one. Second, Boyd was dirty. He had known this before, but he never would have thought he would go as far as threatening innocent people's lives. Lastly, he needed to get home soon. He feared Boyd would follow through on his promise, so he wouldn't abandon the UC, but he needed to get information quickly so he could get back to his girls.

"Girls," Andy called, "we have to go. I'm going to be late."

"Coming," they yelled together as they stomped down the stairs.

"Okay, ladies, we have to go to my appointment, and then we are going to…" but she was cut off by Lily's voice yelling.

"We're going to get ice cream and go to the park," she interrupted.

"Yes, that's right we are going back to the park, after we get ice cream."

"Can we eat our ice cream at the park?" Dani asked.

"We'll see."

"But it's my birthday on Friday; you have to let us eat it at the park."

"Yes, your birthday is on Friday, but today isn't Friday," Andy replied.

"But mommy, it's my birthday this week, which makes this whole week my birth week," Dani replied.

Andy laughed, "What's a birth week, Dani?"

"I don't know," she replied, scrunching up her nose in thought, "but at school, Kaitlyn said her parents celebrate her birth week for the whole week."

"Well, I think we can do that, too, but it doesn't mean I want ice cream cones melting all over the truck. So taking the ice cream to the park is still a maybe."

"Do I get a birth week, too?" Lily asked.

"Sure, next month when it's your birthday. But let's celebrate Dani's birthday before we start celebrating yours."

"Will daddy be home for my birthday?" Dani asked.

"I don't know, sweetie, but I don't think he's going to be back in time." She hated that her daughter burst into tears at this, she didn't want to tell her, but she knew Sam would probably not make it back before the end of the week, and didn't want to crush her daughter's hops on the morning of her birthday when Sam wasn't there. So, she pulled Dani close and held her as she sobbed.

"What about mine?" Lily asked.

"I don't know that either, Lils. I hope so, but I don't know." Lily began to tear up as well when she heard this. Now both her daughters were crying against her, and between her guilt, her grief, and her hormones, she soon began to cry as well. She wiped away her tears though and began to comfort her daughters. "Daddy may not be here on your birthdays, girls, but wherever he is, I know he wants to be here instead. He's doing everything he can to get back us, but for the time being we're going to have to do the best we can without him here."

The excitement about their upcoming birthdays faded, as the girls realized that their father would probably not be there. It was something they had not considered before. They continued to cry in Andy's arms as she picked them up and carried them out to the truck. By the time they arrived at her doctor's appointment, both had fallen asleep, and though they were both quiet and sad when she woke them, no more tears fell.

"Andy," her OB, Doctor Winslow said as she entered the room, "it's been a while."

"Yeah, with the girls being so close together, Sam and I had wanted to wait a while before having another."

"I completely understand. Speaking of Sam, where is he?"

"Working, on a UC assignment actually, I don't know if he even knows about the baby yet."

"I'm sorry, that must be really difficult."

"It can be, especially when the girls realize he's missing major moments in their lives. Dani's birthday is in three days, and chances are he's not going to be there. They Lily's is a month later, and he probably won't be home for that either."

"If there's anything we can do for you here…" she offered.

"I don't think so, but I appreciate the offer, I'm sorry I'm ranting. We should get started."

"Ok you are almost four months along, It's not quite time but when the time comes, do you want to know the gender or not? In case I'm not here for your next appointment and I can make a note in your chart."

"I don't want to know until Sam is here. If he's home, then yes, but otherwise, I'll wait."

The girls had all but forgotten their earlier worries about Sam, for a short time at least, as they ran around the park. Andy had allowed them to bring their ice cream to the park and was pleasantly surprised that not a drop of ice cream had been smeared into Sam's seats. Andy suspected the shock and sadness would strike the girls again before they went to bed that night, and she was beginning to worry that she would not be able to stay strong and support her daughters for much longer. She needed her husband back, she missed him, and was beginning to think she couldn't handle the girls on her own anymore. If Sam was going to be undercover for much longer, she would have to ask for help from her friends and family.

Hey! Look at that, another update. Also as of 45 minutes ago, I'm a legal adult, so yay me! That's actually really sad if you think about it. At midnight on my birthday, I was sitting up alone writing fanfiction. Oh well, I wouldn't have it any other way. I have already planned the next chapter out. Only about two or three more chapters til we meet the baby. I think. I have it mostly planned out but the chapter breaks could change. See you soon! Bye!