A/N: Thank you all for the reviews, follows and favorites on this story. I never expected to get anything since I know not many people are watching it. But it has been my new favorite show and hopefully soon I will buy it SO I can watch it whenever I want. LOL. I was planning on just having this be two chapters and then be done, but then I got hit by the muse and it will be slightly longer than I had anticipated. So I hope that you will stick around and enjoy it!

A/N2: Sorry this has taken so long to update. But at least I got it done. So enjoy!

Two Months Later

Charlotte and her team were off duty and it was for a reason that ate at them all. On the brink of a promotion Private First Class Andrew Harris had died in her arms on their last mission. She refused to leave his body for the enemy to find and do who knows what with. No, she could never leave a member of her team or any comrade of hers behind. Things were changing now and Charlotte didn't like the way things were going.

Her days as a member of the armed forces was coming to a close and she honestly didn't know what she would do with herself once she was out. One thing was certain, she would be getting full custody of her four and a half year old niece. Matthew had agreed to that fully knowing how close the two were and that she would need the female presence in her life.

Even though she knew this had been the plan all along, it made her nervous. While she was in London watching Andrew's casket be put in a grave, her family was back in the states and she was happy that they weren't around her right now. She was holding in a secret that she had no idea what she was going to do about.

Feeling her second in command Harrison Foster shift next to her, she looked at him with confusion written upon her face. Jerking his head, he wanted her to take a look at the back of the crowd that had gathered. That was when she saw three figures standing at the back, but she only knew two of them. Michael Stonebridge and Damien Scott. It was two months ago that they had rescued them along with her brother and niece from a terrorist group. It had been an emotional mission that had not been authorized by her superiors, but she didn't care and neither did her team. Once they got there they were contacted by Major Sinclair and they made a deal to get their men out of the compound as well. They did all that and then they also blew it up and she didn't regret a moment.

Refocusing on what words were being said, Charlotte couldn't help but wonder why Michael and Damien were here or how they even heard about what happened to Andrew. Seeing the priest nod in her direction, she nodded back at him before taking a deep breath.

"Andrew was someone that came into my unit and I wasn't sure how he would get along with everyone else. It was my job to make sure that everyone did. But if I am being honest, I didn't have to worry about my team getting along. Andrew fit in as if he had been a part of our unit for years. I liked knowing that he was watching my back, it made getting things done so much easier. Andrew became my little brother that I never had and I can't count how many times we saved each other's lives. Today we say good bye to one of the best men I have had the honor to serve with."

As soon as the casket was lowered onto the ground, people started to leave. But Charlotte continued to stay where she was. There was no way in knowing how long it would take for her not to feel so affected by Andrew's death. It hit the whole team hard, but Charlotte was taking it the hardest since she watched it over and over again in her mind. Not being able to save Andrew hurt, but seeing it and not being able to do anything about it made it worse.

"Staff Sergeant James, I'm Major Dalton," a woman's voice said, but Charlotte didn't turn or acknowledge the woman. "I am sorry for your loss. But I am here to offer you a position with British Intelligence at Section Twenty."

Feeling her whole body stiffen, Charlotte turned and looked at the woman who was with Michael and Damien. "How dare you be so disrespectful as to ask me to work for you when my team member has been barely laid to rest. Do you not have an ounce of dignity in you?"

"I'm sorry-"

"No you aren't," Charlotte said, looking at the woman with pure distain upon her face. "If you were, you wouldn't come here on this day to ask me to join your unit. I have absolutely no respect for people like you. So get away from me and stay away."

Brushing her shoulder roughly into Major Dalton's, Charlotte didn't even glance at Michael or Damien as she passed through them and towards the awaiting car. She was done. Done with military people like Major Dalton and possibly with her career in the United States Marines Corps.

Seeing Harrison standing at the driver's side door, she nodded her head in thanks. She knew he didn't have to wait for her, but did. Even if she did leave the Marines, she would never be able to leave behind her unit because they were her second family and no one in her family would be left behind.

"Everything okay?" Harrison asked as they got into the car.

"Apparently Section Twenty wants me to join them."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Harrison asked as he started the engine of the rental car.

Glancing at Harrison as she buckled her seatbelt, Charlotte shook her head as she wiped away the tears that had escaped her eyes. "I've done so much for my country and now some British Intelligence group wants me? Am I supposed to say fuck you to the country that I have been proudly serving since I was eighteen?"

"This is what we get for saving two of their own?" Harrison asked, unamused with what had gone down with his commanding officer. "And at a funeral. Such class."

"Let's get out of here."

Without another word, they were heading away from the graveyard and towards the hotel. It had been a long two months and all Charlotte wanted to do was sleep. Ever since Andrew died she hadn't slept a full night. Nightmare or night terrors as some would call them kept her awake throughout most of the night.

Through her years and many missions, she was surprised that she hadn't gotten nightmares before now. Many people have nightmares about things in their ordinary lives, but her nightmares had to do with terrorist groups taking her niece again, but not only her but her unborn child as well. Ever since she found out that she was in fact pregnant, Charlotte had been thinking about what it was that she wanted to do. After two weeks she was still trying to figure it out, but she knew that she needed to tell her unit about her decision and why. But first she needed to take a nap and then get ready for dinner with them and hopefully no one from section twenty would show up because she really didn't want to deal with them. Any of them.

Later That Night

"Anyone know when we ship out next?" Lance Corporal Rachel Smith asked as she took a large sip from her wine. "And where we will be going this time?"

"Yeah, Staff Sergeant, where are we heading and is it anytime soon?" Lance Corporal Jackson Hill asked.

"I'm not privileged to that information anymore." Charlotte said as she stirred the ice in her water.

"What?" Jackson asked as if he didn't hear her correctly. "Are they taking what happened out on you?"

Letting out a sigh, she shook her head. "I'm no longer the commander of the unit. That honor will be going to Harrison. But you will be getting one maybe even two new team members."

"Why aren't you coming back out there with us?"

"I am leaving the Marines. It has been a long and great ride and I'll miss it, but it is time for me to go."

"Tell them why," Harrison said when he noticed her hesitation. "You wanted them to know."

Nodding her head, she pulled out her wallet and pulled out a black and white ultrasound picture. After handing it to Rachel, she handed it to Jackson who was confused.

"Uh, can someone tell me what I'm looking at?" Jackson asked and they all laughed.

"I'm pregnant," Charlotte laughed for a minute before sobering up. "I need to get my nightmares under control and I'm going to be Hayley's guardian. Just like my sister wanted."

Raising their glasses, they drank to Staff Sergeant James new beginning and to the memory of their fallen team member, Andrew Harris. Not too long after the food they had ordered arrived.

"You know, we'll still be family," Harrison said once he noticed that they all finished eating dinner. "Keeping in contact won't be too hard and we can visit on leave at times."

"I'll be able to send you some care packages that you wouldn't otherwise get."

"That would be nice." Harrison said with a smirk.

The silence didn't last long, because Damien Scott and Michael Stonebridge pulled up a pair of chairs to their tables. Charlotte rolled her eyes, knowing that this was a private dinner for the team and no one else. And yet, two members of section twenty managed to find them and crash their little party.

"Here to try and recruit Charlie again?" Harrison asked, making it known how he truly felt about what their leader had done did not sit well with him. "Or was it not enough to try that when we were watching our teammate be laid to rest?"

"That wasn't our idea," Michael said as he looked at Charlotte, who wouldn't meet his eyes. "Dalton does things her own way."

"Which way is that?" Charlotte asked, not amused by the way Major Dalton approached her at a funeral nor the way that Michael was sitting across from her. "By disrespecting me at the funeral for one of the men in my unit?"

"I told her not to," Damien said as he spoke up from the seat next to Charlotte. "But she's a bitch and doesn't listen to me."

"Such a shock."

With a grin, Damien picked up Charlotte's water and took a long drink and then another one. Setting it back down, he looked at her with a questioning expression. "That wasn't vodka."

"No," Charlotte said with a grin upon her face. "It is this new drink that has only recently come out. It's called water."

"Fuck that." Damien said as he flagged down a waitress and ordered a beer for himself and one for Michael as well. "Have you toasted him?"

"Yes." Jackson said as he handed the picture to Harrison who handed it to Charlotte who placed it back into her purse.

"I'm tired, so I'll catch you guys later."

Standing up, Charlotte grabbed her purse and left the table before anyone could say anything else. Seeing Michael Stonebridge again after so long made her feel emotional. Part of it could be blamed on her pregnancy, but the other part reminded her of the last time she saw him was right after her team had rescued him and his friend Damien along with her niece and brother. Her niece that was anxiously waiting for her return so that they could move into the new house that had been recently renovated and decorated. Hayley had been very adamant about how she wanted her new room to be and because when it came down to her, Charlotte could hardly deny the young girl what she wanted.

Tossing her purse onto the hotel dresser, Charlotte walked over to her backpack and took out her laptop. Knowing her brother the way she did, there was a good chance that he was awake and possibly Hayley as well. Opening it up, she turned it on before setting it on the bed before going to get a plastic cup of water from the bathroom. Once she had a few of them with filled with water she set them on the beside table and made herself comfortable.

Once her laptop was on and ready to be used, Charlotte went over to the skype icon and double clicked it. After signing in, she went to her contacts and saw that her brother was online. But there was no doubt about that since she knew that Hayley probably talked him into staying up late so that she could talk herself. Hayley had so much of her mother in her and at times it made her sad because of how much she missed her sister, but she would keep her sister alive by telling Hayley all about her and never forgetting her. With a smile on her face, she started a video call.

It didn't take long before the call was accepted. The first face she saw was Hayley, who was not in her pajamas. Letting out a sigh, she gave the young girl a smile.

"Hi Aunt Charlie!"

"Hey Hayley. Where are your pajamas? I know you aren't thinking of sleeping in your clothes are you?"

With a grin, she shook her head. "I forgot to change. I'll be right back."

And as she took off, her brother's face filled the screen. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. Not getting sick anymore so that is a plus. Had the funeral today."

"And how did that go?" Matthew asked as he glanced at the doorway to see if Hayley was coming back into the room.

"I wish it didn't have to happen at all, but that wasn't the worst part of it," Charlotte said shaking her head slightly. "I was standing by the grave while everyone started filing to the cars. I just needed an extra moment alone before leaving him."

"Your team was like a family to you. I understand."

"Thanks. But that isn't the bad part. Do you remember those men that were with you when you were captured with Hayley? Well they have this new leader, her name is Dalton and she had the nerve to try and recruit me while I'm standing at the grave of my fallen team member. It was such a shit move and I'm trying to get over it but I cannot see anyone doing something like that."

"You have that face." Matthew told her as he stared at the screen and tried not to grin.

"What face?"

"The face that says you are pissed beyond words and if the person that caused it comes near you, chances are you will punch them," he told her. "I remember that face very well since I was on the receiving end of it many times."

There was no helping her as she remembered the fights she would have with her brother when he made her mad just to get a reaction out of her, she had to laugh. Once she started, she couldn't stop laughing and soon there were tears in her eyes. Shaking her head, she wiped the tears off her face. "Thanks Matthew. Oh so I know who the father of Hayley is."

"You found him?" Matthew asked, surprise lacing his voice.

"It took awhile, but yeah I actually know who he is and so do you." Charlotte said as she ran a hand through her hair. "Do you remember those men who were in that cell with you when you and Hayley had been taken?"

"I don't think I can ever forget," he told her honestly. "Are you telling me that one of them is her father?"

"Yeah, the dark haired one. Damien Scott," Charlotte said. "I've written him a letter and I plan to give it to him before I head home."

"Aunt Charlie! I'm back!"

Seeing Hayley's face, brought a real smile to her face. "Did you brush your teeth and wash your face and everything you are supposed to do before bedtime?"

"Yep!" she said with a grin on her face. "When are you coming home?"

"Soon. And then we will all be together for awhile. No more going away."

"Does the new house have a swimming pool?"

"It does!" Charlotte smiled. "That way we can get Uncle Matt to come over and grill while we play in the pool. How does that sound?"

"Awesome!" the little girl grinned before she started giggling when her uncle started tickling her.

"Alright, I think everyone is tired and ready for bed. We will be home tomorrow and then Aunt Charlotte will be there soon after. So the faster we sleep, the faster we all get to see each other."

"Night Aunt Charlie!"

"Sweet dreams Hayley. I love you."

"Love you!"

And with those words Hayley ran off into another room that Charlotte couldn't see. Just seeing her niece at this age reminded her a lot of her sister. Knowing how her sister was at this age and how her daughter was, Charlotte had no doubt that Rachel would have been best friends with her child. Something that they wouldn't be able to see.

"She reminds you of her doesn't she?" Matthew asked, his voice low enough not to be heard by Hayley, but loud enough for his sister to hear him loud and clear.

"It's like having Katherine back again and it makes me miss her all that more. But at least we still have each other."

"Speaking of each other. Have you told him yet?" he asked.

"No, but I don't think I can put it off too much longer. I'll tell him before I leave here. I promise."

"Ok, good. Even if he doesn't step up for you both, you should at least let him know that he has a child out there."

"I know. It makes it easier since he's in the same city as me right now. But I think I'm going to head to bed. This kid makes staying awake harder and harder as the night gets later and later."

"Night Charlotte. I'll see you soon."

"Night Matthew. Love you."

"Love you too kid."

With a smile and a wave, they disconnected their call. Closing the lid of her laptop, she unplugged it and placed it on the table next to her bed. That was when she heard the knocking on her door. Groaning, she got off the bed and made her way to the door. Making sure the chain was still on, she looked through the peephole and then backed away from the door. What in the hell was Michael Stonebridge doing at her hotel door? The last time he had come to her hotel they ended up having sex and she had the proof of what happened that night growing in her stomach.

Another knock came and she was tempted to ignore it, but she knew better. He wouldn't go away until he said whatever it was that needed to be said. Taking a deep breath, she opened it as far as the chain would allow.

"Hi." he said as he looked at her.

Shaking her head, she just looked at him. "Can I help you with something Michael?"

"I think congratulations are in order."

Her first thought was that he knew she was pregnant, but her team would never reveal such a personal thing to anyone, no matter how intoxicated they were. So maybe he thought there was something going on with her that made him believe that a congratulations were in order, but she just couldn't think of what it could be. "I'm not sure I know what you are talking about."

"You getting the family life that you have wanted since your sister passed away."

"She didn't pass away, she was killed. And I've always had custody of my niece, but with my job I couldn't have her out here and so my brother took her until I was ready. How would you know any of this?"

"Dalton. She wanted you the moment that she heard you were leaving the Marines," he told her honestly. "May I come in?"

Taking a deep breath, she closed the door. For a moment or two she thought about not opening it again, but it was too late for that. Taking another breath, she took off the chain and opened the door and allowed him to enter her hotel room. She knew that she had no choice but to tell him about the pregnancy now that he was here. He deserved to know that he was going to be a father. Allowing him to walk into the room, she closed the door and like most hotels it automatically locked. Turning around, she looked at him. In her opinion he looked tired. But that wasn't her place to tell him so.

"How is Major Sinclair?" Charlotte asked as she walked past him and grabbed her laptop and moved it over to the actual table in the room.

"Sinclair was killed while he had been captured."

Charlotte's eyes went wide with that information. Major Sinclair had helped her get through that compound where her brother, her niece, Michael and his partner Damien were all being held captive by a terrorist group. It was a huge loss to section twenty now that Major Sinclair was no longer there. "I'm sorry."

"I think that is part of the reason Dalton wants you for section twenty."

"What are you talking about, Michael?" Charlotte asked and then shook her head. "Actually don't tell me because I don't care. I can't join your team so if that was your reasoning for coming here then you can just leave now."

"What made you decide that it was time for you to leave?" Michael questioned her as he sat on the edge of the queen sized bed.

Running her hand through her loose hair, Charlotte looked at him and saw that he was actually curious. It might be in part for his boss, but something in her told her that it was him that wanted to know. So this was where she had to tell him, right?

"I love my family, but we aren't whole. And we haven't been since my sister was killed. But Hayley needs stability in her life and my brother has a lot of traveling coming up and we both agreed that we don't want what happened with him and Hayley to happen again. And after a lot of consideration I decided that it is time for me to start a new chapter of my life. With Hayley," Charlotte said taking a deep breath before placing her hand over her still flat stomach. "And with my baby."

Michael's eyes held nothing but confusion in them. "Baby? You have a baby?"

Biting down on her lip, she tried to hold back her laugh as he looked around her hotel room for any sign of a baby or child. "I will. But I'm not that far along. My team and my brother and niece are the only ones that know. Well and now you."

"And how far along are you?" he asked as he stood up.

"About two months. Maybe a little more."

Charlotte watched as he did the math in his head and tried to figure out what was going on around the time that she would be pregnant. "You were with me. That's my child?"

"Congrats Michael."

"Were you going to tell me? Or just disappear and never say anything while you raised my child away from me?"

"When would have been a good time? While you don't answer your phone for one reason or another? Or when you are being shot at while you are sent on secret missions for section twenty? I had just wanted to lay my team member to rest and go home."

"And where is home?"

"Back in the states. I have a house that is almost ready for me and Hayley to move into. And then I'll start working on a room for the baby as soon as I know what I'm having."

"We."

"We what?" Charlotte asked, unsure what he was saying.

"What we are having. That is my son on daughter you are having." Michael reminded her.

"I know this is also your child Michael. You don't need to tell me. But that doesn't mean anything. I won't have an absent father in my child's life. I've seen what it does to people and I won't have it for my child."

"So that's it? Decision made?" he questioned her.

"I won't ask you to leave section twenty," she told him as she looked into his eyes and then released the sigh she had been holding in. "But I can't just have you pop in and out of my child's life. That really isn't fair to them."

"Section twenty has headquarters in England." Michael told her, unsure about how she would take it. "I have a house there."

"So you want me to up root Hayley and the life she knows and is comfortable with and bring her to England where she won't know anyone or have any friends?" Charlotte asked him, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I know it can be a change-"

"You have no idea what it would be like for her, Michael! And let me ask you something, this house you have in England, is this where you and your wife lived? Where you planned to raise your family?"

When he didn't say anything Charlotte knew she had her answer. Shaking her head, she didn't know what to think about that. How could he think that she would want to live in the shadow of a woman that he loved just because she was pregnant? Shaking her head, she looked at him with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Michael, but I can't do that. Not to Hayley and not to myself," Charlotte told him. "I think you should go. I need to get some sleep."

"Can I see you in the morning?" he asked her.

"How about lunch?" Charlotte asked, knowing by then she would already be in the air and on her way back to the states. "I'm usually better company in the afternoons than in the mornings."

"Ok, lunch," he agreed. "Should I meet you here?"

"I'll meet you down in the lobby." Charlotte told him as she walked him to the door.

Nodding his head, he walked to the door, but before he left he turned around and placed a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. Charlotte looked up at him in surprise and then he leaned down and placed another soft kiss on her lips this time. "I'll see you for lunch."

"Bye Michael."

Once the door was closed and locked with the chain on the door, she turned back into the room to make sure that everything was packed up for her morning flight. When she was satisfied with the majority of her things already packed, she moved over to the phone in the hotel room and picked it up and called the one person that she knew she could always rely on. Harrison Foster was more than her second in command, he was her best friend and someone she didn't have to worry about what he thought of her.

"Foster."

"Stonebridge was just here. I told him that I would meet him for lunch tomorrow to talk some more. He knows about the baby."

"Kind of hard to meet someone for lunch when you are above an ocean." Harrison said with a laugh.

"I know I shouldn't have lied to him, but I need to go home without someone making me feel guilty about something. Anyways, do you think you can find out what floor and room number Damien Scott is in?"

"Yeah, that's not an issue," he said, his voice laced with curiosity. "I thought you were with Stonebridge, not Scott."

"I'm with no one at the moment. But I have a letter I need to deliver to him before I can leave. I want to do it before I head to the airport."

"I can give it to him," Harrison said, volunteering his services. "Is this the letter about Hayley?"

"That she is the daughter that he never knew he had?" Charlotte asked with a half laugh. "Yeah, it is. I just think he deserves to know that he is a father. Rachel never knew how to track him down, but I have had more resources at my disposal then she did."

"I hope all this works out for you Charlie. And you know if you ever need us, all you have to do is give us a ring."

"I could use a ride to the airport in the morning."

Harrison laughed. Not a half laugh, but a full belly laugh. Sometimes Charlotte could be unintentionally funny. But a ride to the airport was something that he could help her with. "You got it. I'll see you in the morning."

"Thanks Harrison. See you in the morning."

A/N: So that is the end of this part. Let me know what you think!