She slowly opened her eyes and squinted. She stared at the ceiling. It was bright. Her head was pounding. She felt nauseated. Andy wondered where she was and how she ended up here. It was as if she were going through the world's worst hangover. Honestly, she wished that all of this were just a nasty hangover.

She could not recall much. In fact, her recollection of her abduction was a little foggy. She remembered watching tv and the door being pushed in. She remembered blood- lots of it, actually, but it wasn't hers. She remembers things falling and shattering on the floor.

Andy raised her hand and placed it on her neck where she had been stuck with a syringe. She tried to sit up, but both her pregnant belly and the duct tape which bound her wrists made it all the more difficult.

Andy wanted to panic. Correction, she wanted to freak out, bang on the door, and scream so she could maybe find out who was responsible for this, but she couldn't. She needed to protect this baby. She needed to stay calm. Stress was the last thing she needed. She thought about Sam wondering where he was or if he were okay. Did any of this have something to do with Brennan?

She looked around the room confused. Where was she? She finally managed to sit up. The room she was in was different than what she had imagined.

It wasn't cold and empty. There were no concrete floors or walls. It was a simple bedroom. There was green shag carpet. The bed she was on had no frame or headboard. It was just the mattress on the ground. The walls were covered in wallpaper in a simple spring-like shade. There was one window; however, it was boarded shut. The room was empty except for her mattress, a chair, and a dresser. There were neither decorations on the walls nor pictures.

The doorknob began to rattle as someone struggled to find the right key to unlock it. Andy watched the door open, and a man walked in.

He was fairly tall. He looked to be maybe in his late fifties possibly early sixties. He had a buzz cut and wore glasses. He walked in carrying a plate. It smelled delicious to Andy since had not eaten since the day before.

A second man entered but with a limp in his step. Andy assumed this was the man she had stabbed in the thigh. However, this man she recognized. He was her obstetrician. She had been going to him since she found out about her pregnancy.

"Hello, Candace," he said as he removed the duct tape from her mouth. He was about her age, "How are you feeling?"

Andy ignored him. She wasn't going to talk. Instead, she continued to study their facial features. They looked like father and son. The older man gave a look to the younger man who left the room. There was something about him, the older man, that seemed familiar. She had definitely seen him before.

The older man sat down on the mattress beside Andy. He adjusted his glasses before tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She cringed. The man slid his hand down Andy's neck and across her collarbone as if he were a constrictor sizing up his next victim. He looked as if he were tempted and quickly pulled his hand back. He began to talk.

"I can't believe you left me like that. There I was thinking that you had left that hotshot detective for me, but then you ran off with that dark haired man," he confessed. She was confused. Had this man been watching her that long?

"Was he the one that knocked you up? Did you leave because of what people would think and say since he was your training officer, and you were his rookie? Or was it because of me? Were you running away from me?" The look on this man's face showed nothing but hurt. She remained silent.

He raised his voice and demanded that she answer him. He startled Andy causing her to jump.

"I- I don't know," Andy said with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I really didn't mean it. It's just, when I saw you at my son's office, I just- it was like a flip was switched inside of me. It was the first I'd seen you in months and I- I missed you, Zoe, I really did. Just tell me, you didn't leave me because of what I did to Sophie did you?"

Andy shook her head. "Oh thank goodness. I thought I had lost you forever!" He said wiping the tears from his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. He placed the duct tape over her mouth and left the room.

Andy whimpered. This man was sick. He was mentally sick. Who were these girls? Why did he call her Zoe? So many questions raced through out her mind. The name Zoe was repeated in her mind several times as she tried to find the slightest hint of familiarity. Who was Zoe? And that was when it clicked. Zoe Martinelli, the rookie from Fifteen who was killed off duty. Ray Nixon thought she was Zoe Martinelli.

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Several officers in Fifteen division watched Sam in Franks's office as he was pacing back and forth. He was sick to his stomach. He felt like crying. He felt like screaming. He had no idea whether to sit or stand or continue pacing. He was a literal train wreck. Frank finally walked in and sat behind his desk. Sam quickly sat down across from him.

"Frank-" Sam started. He was quickly cut off.

"Before you ask, we don't have any leads yet."

"It's been over thirteen hours!" Sam stood and raised his voice in frustration. He sat back down.

"Fine, what do you know?" He placed his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes. He had already been awake for over twenty-four hours.

"Not much, but we do have surveillance footage from the cameras we installed."

"And?"

"We know there were two men both were wearing ski masks. One of them was wearing glasses. We know that Andy did put up a fight. She managed to injure one of her attackers. The other one came up behind her and managed to drug her" Sam leaned forward and looked down at the floor.

"Swarek, do you think Jamie Brennan could have had anything to do with this? Did he make you or McNally?"

"I don't think he could have. When the deal was going down, the guy said there was a rumor that one of us were cops. You guys have it on tape. He defended me and said he wouldn't have anyone else with him. Besides, before his wife and kid were killed, he seems like a pretty decent family man. He wouldn't do a thing to hurt her while she's pregnant or once she has a baby."

"Also, really Swarek? You had to get her pregnant? You know she can't be undercover if she's pregnant. We should have pulled her. You want to explain why you didn't tell us about it so we could pull her? I've got Boyd losing his mind over this trying to find something to pin on her because of her pregnancy," Frank said.

"We didn't find out until about four or five weeks into the op, and she was already at eight weeks along. We had already been out several times with Brennan and our coworkers. We were in too deep to pull her. She had been working at the office behind a desk away from the warehouse. I made sure she would go nowhere near it. We agreed that she would go no where near the warehouse at the end when everything went down. Frank, I don't think his had anything to do with Brennan or his guys."

" I agree with you. There was no way we could pull her, but you should have informed HQ."

"We did. I told Jerry. He sent Nash in under cover to check up on her. No one followed her. She made sure."

"Good. You can go now," Frank said. Sam stood up to walk out of the door. "Sam?" He turned around. "as your friend, I'm really happy for you two, and I really hope we find them soon, brother."

"Thanks," Sam said as he shut the door. He wanted to smile. In fact, he tried, but he could not do it. Sam walked down the steps. He walked by Jerry's desk and sat down.

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I have rewritten and edited some of the first chapter. There isn't too much of a difference. The second will be up soon. Seriously y'all, thanks so much for being this patient. It's been a long hiatus, and I haven't really been able to give y'all an update. I've been planning, and everything I plan falls through.

ELS