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The team was supposed to be on their way home, and Penelope wanted them back badly, but unfortunately a new case called them

away before they even made it back. Strauss and Kevin had been checking up on her and she hadn't seen Agent Michaels in some

time. She wasn't showing so maybe he thought she had done what he asked. She had decided she was going to lie to him if he

confronted her again. She hoped eventually he would forget she even existed. She wasn't going to tell anyone but those who needed

to know that he was the father.

Exhausted, Penelope parked her car. She was hoping for a better parking spot but there must have been a party somewhere close by

and she wound up a block away. She had had her first official Doctor's appointment after work tonight, and it went very well; she

even got to hear her baby's heartbeat. She had also received a prescription for prenatal vitamins, and even though she wanted nothing

more than to crawl into her bed, she made a point to stop and fill them. She was going to do all she needed to do to make sure she had

a healthy baby. Even if she had to do it alone.

Penelope sluggishly climbed the stairs to her apartment, pulling herself up by the railing mostly. She had never felt so tired before.

Once she was inside her apartment she placed her bags down on the counter, grabbed the prescription and went to get a glass of water

to take one of the vitamins.

"I've been waiting for you, Penelope."

Penelope looked toward the voice and there was Agent Michaels sitting on her couch. Her heart began to beat so loud she could

hardly hear. Paralyzed with fear, she stood perfectly still as he approached her. "What do we have here?" he asked as he took the

prescription bottle from her hand. "Prenatal vitamins." He smashed the bottle on the ground, then stepped on it with his heavy boots.

"How did you get in here?" Penelope finally managed to find the ability to speak.

James ignored her question and moved closer to her in a menacing way. "You wouldn't need these, if you did what I told you to do.

What you said you were going to do, do you remember?"

"Yes." Penelope tried to back away from him. But he kept moving closer to her.

"Are you a liar, Penelope?"

"I promise, I won't tell anyone you're the father. Just please leave me alone."

"That's a nice promise, but there are some people who already know, aren't there? Like my boss!"

"I won't tell anyone else, I swear. Just please leave me alone!"

"There is going to be nothing to tell soon. Because we are going to take care of it, together, first thing tomorrow morning. I made you

an appointment; here is where you are going." He laid a business card on her counter."

He moved in closer again placing a hand on her stomach, "This is your last chance to do this on your own, are we clear?" When she

didn't answer he squeezed her stomach tightly. She grabbed at his hand but he grabbed her tightly around the wrist with his other

hand.

"Are we clear?" he repeated. This time she nodded. "It's not so hard, see, do what I tell you and then I won't have to hurt you." He

removed his hand from her stomach, and gave her wrist a strong tight twist before he released it; the pain made her eyes water. "I

don't want to hurt you, but you don't listen. Also, you should remember there is no where you can go, where I can't find you." For

added measure, as he was leaving, he pushed the contents of one of her shelves to the ground, the ceramic figures shattering as they

clashed to the ground. He slammed the door shut behind him.

Penelope stood perfectly still for a moment afraid to even breathe audibly. She waited a few minutes then looked at the mess James

made. She went to pick up what was left of her prescription bottle when the pain in her wrist set in. She used her other hand to lift

her shirt exposing the red marks his grip had left on her stomach. She then gently rubbed her hand over it. She doubted James

grabbing her stomach hurt her baby, but she couldn't help but feel just a little nervous about it. Her wrist however throbbed. She used

her opposite hand to try and rub some of the pain away. Penelope looked around at the mess Agent Michaels left behind and suddenly

she no longer felt safe in her own home.