(JJ's POV)

6 weeks after 'Trophy'

The ride was silent, besides the barely-audible noise outside the car and the radio. Will and I were driving back from the hospital where the blood test confirmed it: I was pregnant. Will and I both had a feeling on whose it is, but there's hope in me that is leading me to believe it is Will's. Will broke the tense silence and cleared his throat.

"Are..." He said, clearing his dry throat again. "Are you gonna keep it?"

"What?" I asked, a hint of disgust in my voice.

"Are you gonna keep the baby?"

"Of course I'm going to keep the baby!" I said angrily. "Why would you ask something like that?"

"I- JJ, look, I'm sorry if that offended you. I was just askin'."

"...Do you want me to keep it?" I asked after a few more seconds of silence. Will shifted his eyes downward and then ran one of his hands through his hair.

"I mean..." He said slowly, making sure to be careful with how we worded or said things. "You know I don't really believe in abortions. But this situation...is different."

"It could be yours," I said. Will scoffed and I looked to him. "No. Really, it could be. I'm being serious here."

"Odds are against me, Jayje," he sighed. We stopped at a red light and he fiddled with his wedding band. "I would be fine if you kept it and it was his, ok? I'd be fine. It obviously wasn't your fault. And God forbid that that kid is Hastings', that kid ain't gonna turn out like his daddy, ok?"

"Then why did you ask if I was going to keep it?"

"I wanna make sure you wanna keep it. That if it is his, you're not gonna treat it any different than Henry because its real father is Hastings. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah," I said, breathing in deeply. Would I really have trouble loving this child if I knew it was Hastings'? Or would I be able to look past it? Will's hand was resting on the gear shift and I placed mine on top of his. "Thank you for being so understanding and supportive."

"Of course," he said, smiling. "I'll always be here for you no matter what. No matter what you decide on how to handle this, I will be with you." Will turned into a Burger King parking lot and patted my tummy. "Now why don't we get this little baby some good food, huh?"

(Hastings's POV)

7 weeks after 'Trophy'

-Attica Correctional Facility-

I walked uncomfortably as the cold shackles clenched down on my wrists and ankles. The sound of them clanking against each other echoed down the nearly-empty hall. The guard behind me pushed me forward in an attempt to get me to walk faster. They told me I had a visitor, which I thought was odd. My brother was dead since I killed him, my parents were both dead, and all of my contacts that I was with were also arrested. Once I reached the winds through which I'd be communicating with my visitor, I saw him and he smiled once he saw me. It was Amir Hassani, one of my friends from back in Afghanistan. I forgot he wasn't with us when we kidnapped Cruz and JJ for information, but instead already in the Middle East where we were to meet him. He must've heard about my arrest and came here. The thought of JJ made me smile, and I sat down in front of my side of the window.

"Hey," I laughed. He put on a sad look.

"Hastings," he said solemnly, eyeing the guard behind me every once in awhile. "My brother, Ashad, is dead." I felt my skin go cold. Ashad was also working with us and he was also a good friend. I turned to the guard.

"Would you please mind giving us a little privacy?" I asked. The guard sighed and nodded, walking back towards the end of the hall. I turned back to Amir. "What happened to him?"

"Ashad is fine, my friend!" Amir laughed quietly.

"But, you said-"

"No, Michael," Amir smiled. "I just had to get the guard away so he wouldn't hear. I have news."

"What?"

"You know the female agent you kidnapped? The blonde one?"

"How could I forget?" I laughed.

"I visited Askari and he told me everything that happened," Amir said. "And I found out that she is pregnant!"

"What?!" I shouted in surprise. I turned back, thankful the guard didn't come, and breathed in deeply. "What?" I asked quieter.

"It is true!" Amir said excitedly, but quietly. "Ashad was in the hospital since he broke his leg and he saw her with her husband and a doctor. He heard the doctor tell her that the test was positive and she reached for her stomach. That was all he saw and heard, but it must be true!"

"Do you think it is mine?" I asked excitedly.

"Must be! Now," Amir said, looking around to make sure there were no guards nearby. "I have called in more friends and some of your contacts as well. Of course, they won't help for free, but if we get to those two agents or even one of them, we can get information and sell it like we originally planned."

"I know which agent we are grabbing," I said.

"Askari has already been freed and we are getting you out next."

"What's the plan?" I asked.

"Just make sure you are in the cafeteria no later than 12:15 pm exactly. If you do not show, then the escape will not work."

"Understood," I said. I heard footsteps coming and turned around, seeing the guard returning.

"Time's up," he said gruffly.

"Thank you for your condolences, Michael," Amir said, wiping away fake tears. I was surprised how quickly he came up with those tears.

"Of course," I sighed, playing along. "Stay strong, ok Amir?"

"I will, my friend," Amir said. Once the guard turned his back to Amir to lead me away, Amir mouthed the words 'See you soon'.