Hey guys! This is my first chapter to a story that has been brewing in my head. I don't own any of the characters as they belong to the talented Kurt Sutter. Enjoy

Pregnant

"Fuck," I mumbled to myself as this one word stared back at me plain as day. "Fucking shit."

I decided not to dwell as I placed the test back in the box and threw it in my oversized bag. There was always time to take another later in the day. This one was obviously defective. I zipped up my pants, washed my hands, and stared at my reflection. I had to buy another test.

"Miss. Davenport? Is everything okay in there?"

Can't a woman use the damn bathroom? I thought as I grabbed a paper towel, dried my hands, and threw it in the garbage. I opened the bathroom door and stared up at a fellow officer, Earl Cummings, a real rag tag who was always in everyone's business…Including mine.

"Can I help you Officer Cummings?"

Earl smirked down at me before he said, "Just checking on ya Miss. Davenport. I have to do my job."

"You want to do your job? How about you go get me a coffee?"

Cummings' smile dropped as he looked around the office, surprised by my request, and hoping that another officer would walk in to save him. But Cummings never seemed to remember who he was messing with. I held true power in this district and I was not going to let some horny police officer stop me from getting to the root of a crime and putting an end to what I could.

"Is this a joke?"

"Do I look like I'm joking Officer Cummings?" I asked him as I rolled up the sleeves to my blouse. I placed my hands on my hips and waited for his response. "Did I stutter Officer?"

"No," he declared. "I got it."

Cummings walked out of the room and I was left alone in the makeshift office I was using in the local police department of Adelaide. I plopped down in my chair, putting my bag next to me, and stared down at the mess of files in front of me. It had been a week to the day that a young boy walked into a crowded Adelaide shopping center and opened fire. He killed seven before taking his own life and with no real leads and a case of plausible concern the District Attorney was called; and here I was. Adelaide was a small town and people were beginning to ask questions and I had to come up with some answers.

The phone rang on the table and I picked it up. "Yes?"

"Miss. Davenport, Johnny O'Neil's mother is here to see you."

"Send her in."

Two minutes later I was staring at the woman whose son took the lives of people who never saw it coming. She looked like a wreck as I gestured for her to take a seat. Cummings had come back into the room bringing two cups of coffee before he left without saying a word.

"Ms. O'Neil, I can't imagine what you've been through."

She did not look at me as she held the coffee cup in her hands. "I've never been so lost in my life. Johnny was a good boy…I had no idea he could do such a thing."

"I don't think any of us think our children can commit horrific acts, Ms. O'Neil."

She nodded. "The gun he used…I think I know where he got it."

Now they were getting somewhere. "Continue, please."

"My boyfriend, well my ex-boyfriend, he had a few guns in his house. I assumed they were all licensed. I had Johnny over a few times but he must have seen and grabbed one. I barely noticed the guns but Johnny always had a keen eye. I just never had reason to think that there was anything going on with my son."

I tried not to judge the woman sitting in front of me even though I so badly wanted to. "Why are you finally sharing this?"

"I knew Donnie, my ex, was involved in something but I had no idea what. He threatened to kill me before he skipped out of town. I haven't seen him since. I just…I saw all the stuff on the news about trying to find where the gun came from. It was Donnie…you know I don't own a gun."

It was true. All the background checks they did on Ms. O'Neil came back clean. She paid her taxes, worked as a waitress, and gave no one around her the slightest hesitation that she was doing anything illegal. It had been the topic of the whole shooting. Ms. O'Neil had said she had no idea where the gun came from and when they ran the registration number it was to a Bryan Kelly who was killed four years ago. If this 'Donnie' had the gun which Johnny used to murder all those people it ran a lot deeper than just a gun lying around a house…It was time to really look what was going on. Yet I kept the thought in my mind that maybe Ms. O'Neil was trying to save her own ass by blaming someone else.

"You did the right thing by coming here and sharing this with me. Do you have any idea where Donnie would go? Did you ever meet any of his friends?"

"No…We met at the grocery store a couple months back. He was just some fling I had going on. I really didn't know too much about his personal life."

I still tried not to judge. "Ms. O'Neil, I'm going to have you talk with a fellow officer and I need you to tell him everything you know. Don't you dare leave anything out this time, okay?"

She nodded her head profusely. "I'm so sorry…I really am."

I walked towards the door and called, "Officer Stein, my office please."

Officer Stein jumped up from his desk and met me at the door. I had grown to like Officer Stein over my week stay so far in Adelaide. He was a hard worker and easy with words. I knew Ms. O'Neil would feel comfortable talking to him which I needed if she was going to get anywhere with telling the whole truth.

"Take Ms. O'Neil over to your desk. She has some things she would like to share with you. Get Detective Benson as well. I want her statement as soon as possible."

"You got it Miss. Davenport," he said before escorting the woman out of my office.

I closed the door behind them and picked up the phone. I called the front desk to speak with the secretary, Jennifer.

"What can I help you with?"

"Jennifer, I need to step out for the rest of the evening. Something personal has come up…If I get any calls or visitors please let them know that."

"I have it all under control."

I hung up, grabbed my things, and took a quick stop at the Chief Latham's office. I didn't really need to give anyone an excuse as to why I was leaving but I figured since I was in his town he deserved the right to know.

"What can I help you with Miss. Davenport?" Chief Latham asked as I stepped into his office. "I see Johnny O'Neil's mother is here."

"I think you'll take some liking to what she has to say. Apparently the ex-boyfriend had guns in the house and that was where Johnny got it from."

"Even though the gun registration came up as a complete dead end?"

"I don't think it's a complete dead end. I have some things I need to take care of and I won't be in until late tomorrow."

Chief Latham eyed me curiously. "Is it something I can help you with?"

"No, I just need to follow up on something."

"Where are you headed? I can send an Officer with you just to be safe."

"Oh that won't be necessary…And Charming. I'm heading to Charming."