Back with another update. FINALLY! It was never my intention to take this long, so I hope this chapter was worth the wait.

On another note, I'm really heartbroken after watching the fall finale of Fire, and tbh I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to stick around and watch. Like, did Gabby mean nothing to Matt? I get that he has to move on, but the way he's acting it's as if he never gave a damn about their marriage. I hate how the writers have handled this whole situation. *sigh*

Anyway, that was my [very] brief rant. Onto Chapter four. Let me know your thoughts after reading :)

Chapter Four - The Broken Pieces

"Is this really necessary?" Gabby huffed as she slowly swung her legs over the edge of the hospital bed.

"Sorry, babe, doctor's orders," said Matt, pushing the wheelchair as close to the bed as he could.

"Are you ready Gabriela?" the nurse asked.

"I am," she replied, wincing.

Matt and the nurse helped Gabby out of the bed and into the wheelchair. It had been nearly a week since the attack and Gabby was being discharged from the hospital. She had mixed emotions about going home, but was eager to finally be leaving the hospital. She was told to take it easy for the next little while and was ordered to remain on bedrest for at least two weeks, which Matt promised to make sure of. Her body had been through a lot and needed time to heal. They both thanked the team of doctors and nurses before leaving the hospital and making their way home.

When the pair arrived home, Matt unlocked the front door, his arm entwined with Gabby's as he led her inside the apartment. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat?" he asked.

"No, I think I just want to take a bit of a rest until Kelly comes by with Louie," Gabby replied.

"Ok, why don't you head into the bedroom and I'll be there in just a sec to help you get settled," Matt told her.

Gabby stood in the doorway of their bedroom and looked around. The room was pristine. It was almost as if nothing happened; but something did happen.

"Hold her down!"

"Scream and I'll slit his throat."

"Can you tell me where you're in pain?"

"We need to get her to surgery now."

"There's nothing you or anyone could have done to prevent it. I'm very sorry."

"For all intents and purposes, there never was another baby."

"We'll get through this, together. I promise."

All the awful memories from the past few days came rushing back to her at once as she stood paralyzed in the doorway. Matt approached her from behind and placed his hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said.

"I think I'll just lay on the couch for now," Gabby said, before shutting the bedroom door and making her way back out to the living room. "What time did Kelly say he would be bringing Louie home?" she asked.

"Around 4 p.m., which gives you about 2 hours to get some rest," Matt replied. Gabby went to lay down on the couch and Matt draped a blanket over her. "Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?" he asked.

"Just you," she said, lifting the blanket so he could join her on the couch.

Around 4:15 there was a knock at the door. Matt sprung up quickly, looking over to check on Gabby who was still fast asleep. He carefully got up and made his way to the door while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Hey, sorry, did I wake you? You said four o'clock was a good time…" Kelly began.

"No, it's fine. Gabby and I just wanted to get a little rest in before you brought Louie home. It's been a long few days…sleepless nights. We really appreciate you taking him. With everything that has happened, we just…" Before Matt could finish, Kelly cut him off.

"Like I said, it's no problem. I had some furlough and worked it out with Boden. Just glad I could help. Plus, we had fun didn't we Louie?" Kelly asked the little boy with a smile.

"Yeah, and Uncle Kelly take me to the Lego store," said Louie as he grinned from ear to ear.

"He did, did he?!" Matt asked. Kelly handed Louie over to Matt along with a small duffel bag. "And did you tell Uncle Kelly 'Thank you' for your news toys and for taking such good care of you?" his father asked.

"Thank you Uncle Kelly," said Louie.

"You're welcome, little man," Kelly smiled. "I can't wait to hang out with you again," he said, rubbing the top of his head before turning back to Matt. "Hey, listen…I'm going to get out of your hair. Tell Gabby I said….I hope she feels better soon." Kelly didn't really know what else to say.

"I will. Thanks again," said Matt before closing the door and making his way back into the apartment.

"Was that Kelly?" Gabby asked as she sat up in the couch, stretching her arms.

"Yeah, you just missed him," said Matt as he made his way back to the couch with Louie.

"Hi baby boy. C'mere. Mama could use a big hug," Gabby said as she slowly sat up. Louie walked into his mother's arms and held onto her tightly. Gabby breathed in his scent and cradled the back of his head. "I missed you, monster," she said, holding back tears.

"Miss you too, mama," said Louie, resting his head on her shoulder.

The rest of the afternoon/evening was relatively quiet; Matt making sure Gabby stayed off her feet, as per the doctor's orders. He knew he would have to step it up around the house for the next few weeks while Gabby recovered, which meant he'd have to talk to Boden about taking some additional time off work.

"Ok, big boy. All set for bed?" Matt had just finished giving Louie a bath and helping him into his pajamas.

Louie nodded. "Yeah, I sleep with you and mama."

With everything that happened, Matt knew there was no use fighting him on this one. He figured it would take a few weeks before the little boy felt comfortable enough to sleep in his own room again given what he'd been through. Besides, he knew that Gabby would want to be close to him during the night for the next little while; she barely made it through the last five days without Louie close by, so her maternal instincts were definitely in overdrive.

Against doctor's orders, Gabby walked around the apartment checking every window and door to make sure everything was locked. "Babe, what are you doing? The doctor said…" Matt watched as Gabby carefully inspected all the windows and doors.

"Yeah I know. I'm just…locking up," she responded.

"I already locked up. I even put on the alarm. C'mere," he said to her. She walked into his embrace and he held onto her tightly. "Let's get you into bed," he said as he kissed the top of her head and led her towards their bedroom. They climbed into bed, Louie nestled comfortably between them.

"Goodnight, buddy. Daddy and mommy love you," said Matt.

"Goodnight, dada. Goodnight mama," he replied, as he snuggled into his mother's side.

"Goodnight, baby," said Gabby.

After Matt and Louie had long fallen asleep, Gabby lay awake in bed, a million thoughts running through her mind as she reflected on the week's events.

Matt was sitting next to Gabby's hospital bed when there was a knock at the door.

"Hi guys, is this a good time?" the woman asked as she stood in the doorway.

"Dr. Black. Come in," said Gabby as she tried to sit up. "I didn't think I'd see you."

"I had some appointments at Med this morning, so I thought I'd stop by," she said.

Dr. Black was Gabby's OB/GYN. She was energetic, attentive and overall a very pleasant woman. She had her own private practice but also worked out of Med a couple days a week where she performed specialized surgeries and patient follow-ups. She was at the hospital that morning and asked the nurses at the front station to include Gabriela's name on her list appointments for the day after catching wind of what had happened.

"How are you feeling?" she asked as she stepped further into the room.

"I've been better," Gabby replied.

"So, Gabriela, I know Dr. Hyman briefly filled you and Matt in on the surgery and I've also read through your file and had a look at your charts. Did you have any questions?"

"Lots, actually," Gabby said, solemnly.

Dr. Black went on to explain that Gabby had suffered an entopic pregnancy and what that meant. "I just want you to know that it's not your fault. There's nothing you or anyone else could have done to prevent it. I'm very sorry."

"Why didn't I feel anything? See anything?" Gabby asked.

"Everyone is different," she explained. "Women can present signs of an ectopic pregnancy anywhere between 5 to 14 weeks. It's likely we would have caught it on your 12-week checkup, however, the outcome would have been the same. Once the egg is fertilized, it stays in the fallopian tube for 3 or 4 days before it heads to the uterus. There it attaches to the lining and continues to grow until a baby is born. In your case, only one of the eggs correctly implanted in the lining of your uterus, whereas the other remained in your fallopian tube." She showed Gabby and Matt the sonogram photos that were taken pre-surgery. "In these cases, the pregnancy can't continue normally, and it requires emergency treatment." She paused. "For all intents and purposes, there never was another baby." She let Gabby and Matt digest the information they had just been given.

"Your baby is otherwise healthy, which is always a concern whenever such an invasive procedure is performed with a fetus in the uterus. You'll have to remain on bedrest for the next couple weeks. Your body has been through a lot," she said as she squeezed Gabby's hand. She wasn't just talking about the surgical procedure, which both Matt and Gabby picked up on.

"What about after that. What will the rest of my pregnancy look like?" Gabby asked.

"I'm optimistic. As I said, you'll need to rest for the next little while, so work is most definitely out of the question. And you'll probably need to remain on light-duty once you return, so no heavy lifting. I can provide a medical document which outlines everything," she told them. "I'd also like to schedule bi-weekly appointments for the next few months. Just to make sure everything is ok with baby."

"That would be great," said Matt. Even though it was a long way off, he had concerns about Gabby going back to work, whenever that was. This was definitely something they would have to discuss further.

"Can we see our baby?" Gabby asked.

"Of course. Let me see if someone can bring an available ultrasound machine in," said Dr. Black.

Shortly after, a nurse wheeled the ultrasound machine into the room.

"Ok, Gabriela. Just going to put some gel on your stomach." Moments later, the sound of their baby's heartbeat filled the room.

This was bittersweet.

Gabby drifted off to sleep as she replayed memories of their baby's heartbeat.

It had been almost three weeks since the attack. Gabby and Matt were asked to stop by the 21st District to meet with Intelligence to talk about the case. Despite her brother's team leading the investigation, she felt very much in the dark as she hadn't received any updates. They were hopeful that today that would change. When they arrived at the District they were greeted by Antonio. "Hey sis," he said as he approached the pair, giving Gabby a hug. "Matt," He shook his hand. "Follow me," he said, leading them towards the stairs and making their way up to the bullpen. Gabby's heart skipped a beat when she saw photos of herself battered and bruised on the whiteboard. By now, most of her bruises had faded, however, the memories from that night would scar her for years to come. Matt squeezed her hand a little tighter when he felt her tense up. He wanted her to know that he was there with her and he wasn't going anywhere.

"You two can follow me this way," said Kim as she approached the pair with a folder in her hand and led them towards a private room. "How are you feeling, Gabby?" Kim asked as they made their way down the hallway.

"I have my good days and bad days to be completely honest. I'm getting there, though. Matt has been my rock," she said, rubbing his hand.

"I'm glad," she said. Kim's own sister had been a victim of a violent attack just over a year ago and she knew how important it was to have a strong support system.

"So, we got the SAK tested by the crime lab. Your brother…Antonio and Voight were able to pull some strings to get the results back sooner. We tested your clothing along with some of the evidence that was gathered from your apartment. There were no traces of semen found on either your clothing or your bedsheets. Based on the vaginal and anal swabs, there was no presence of semen or any indication that you had been sexually assaulted during the attack."

Kim watched as both Matt and Gabby sat and tried to process the information.

"Gabby, other than the physical assault, there's no evidence indicating that you were raped," said Kim.

Gabby remained silent, too in shock to offer up any sort of reaction or response.

Matt broke his silence. "But at the hospital you mentioned there was a condom wrapper and other evidence that led you to believe otherwise…?" It's not that he wasn't relieved to hear the news, but based on the violent nature of the attack, Gabby's statement and what they'd discovered at the apartment, the evidence pointed to a sexual assault. At least that's what they all thought.

"Alright, let's get the hell out of here before someone calls the police," said the female intruder. "Do one last sweep of the apartment. Nothing tracing this back to us gets left behind, got it? I'm going to make sure the coast is clear for us to leave," she said before exiting the room. The two men left the room after her, while the third stayed behind.

"I'm just going to make sure we're all good in here," he called out to his accomplices.

He turned to Gabby who lay unconscious on the bed. "Time to have some fun," he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, biting it open and discarding the wrapper on the ground. After slipping it on he opened Gabby's ripped shirt, exposing her body to him. He grinned as he got on top of her and slid her panties down. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Just as he was about to do the unthinkable, he was thrown off the bed and onto the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you, man?" said one of the male intruders, angrily. "This wasn't part of the plan. None of this was," he added. "If the boss finds out you raped his girl we're all going to be six feet in the fucking ground." He regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth.

"I'm sorry, his girl?" said the woman as she entered the room trying to figure out what all the commotion was about.

"I didn't mean it like that," the man stuttered.

"Forget it. We have to go. NOW!" the woman said. She snatched Gabby's necklace and ring before dragging her limp body out of the bed and onto the ground. The intruders left in a hurry, one of them pocketing Gabby's discarded underwear on the way out.

"My guess is someone may have walked in before things escalated. We really can't know."

"There was a condom entangled in the bedsheets which the lab tested. No traces of semen or any other bodily fluids were found on it," said Kim.

"Oh my God," said Gabby finally breaking her silence as she buried her face in her hands and began to sob. "I wasn't raped?" Kim hugged Gabby, comforting the young paramedic who she considered a good friend.

"None of the evidence points to that. We had the lab test the condom wrapper to see if we could identify any finger prints. Teeth impressions found on the wrapper also led us to test for any dried samples saliva, but unfortunately we haven't gotten any hits so far. Both were inconclusive," said Kim.

"Ok, so what does this all mean?" Does that mean you won't be able to find out who did this?" Matt asked.

"No," said Kim. "It just means that we have to consider other possibilities. At least one of them is bound to slip up and make a mistake. We'll be ready and waiting. In the meantime, you have to trust that we will find the people who did this to you Gabby."

Intelligence was following other leads, but since the investigation was still ongoing, they weren't able to disclose too much information, no matter how close Gabby was. Kim squeezed Gabby's hand once more before escorting her and Matt out of the room and back to the bullpen.

Cook County Jail, Chicago Illinois

"Step through, ma'am," said the guard. The woman did as she was told and walked through the metal detector. "Ok, all clear. Once you sign in, go ahead and follow the posted signs to the waiting area. An officer will let you know when it's time to go in." She knew the drill; she had visited the jail many times. The woman gathered her belongings and signed in on the visitor log before making her way to the visitor waiting area.

"All personal belongings, including cell phones, purses, bags, keys, money and packages must be secured in the available lockers. Your visitor badge must be visible at all times. You are not to make physical contact with inmates. You are not to exchange contraband with inmates as it is a federal offence as specified in the Illinois Criminal Code of 1961. Anyone caught violating these rules will be escorted out. Does anyone have any questions? Ok, good," said the officer.

After a short time, the visitors were led to an open area with tables and seating. The woman sat down at the circular table and began to look around. A few moments later an olive-toned man entered the visiting area in an orange jumpsuit. He was average height with brown hair and hazel eyes.

"You look good," he said as he sat down at the table, smiling.

"Thanks," the woman replied, blushing.

The man looked around to make sure no one was listening and then gave the woman a knowing look.

The woman simply nodded, returning the smile. "You been laying low?" he asked.

"Of course, baby," she said in response. "But that's the last fucking time I do anything like that with those idiots," she said.

"What happened?" he asked as he leaned in closer.

"First of all…" she began as she looked around. "He wasn't even there. Her stupid boyfriend," she whispered. "Aside from that, between her kidscreaming bloody murder and nearly waking up the entire block, and Jarred trying to screw her, it wa –" before she could finish, she was cut off.

"What do you mean he wasn't there? I thought you said you'd been watching his pattern?"

"Yeah, we were," she said. "He just…he wasn't there."

"Wait a sec. A kid?" he asked, confused.

"Yeah, there was a little boy there. Looks like he could be around 3 -years-old or so."

"And what's this about Jarred?" he asked, looking around again to make sure no one was listening.

"Well, at first he was getting all touchy-feely with her," she began. "He cut open her shirt and got on top of her…Carlos recorded it, but that was before I got there." She could tell he was getting angry. "When I got to the room I screamed at Carolos and Mateo for standing by and watching. I didn't know how far they were willing to let him go…or even how far Jarred would have gone at that point. But I shoved him off her. Later…when I instructed everyone to do a final sweep he stayed back...in the bedroom. Mateo walked in on him about to rape her…again…this time while she was out cold. That's when me and Carlos came back in to see what the commotion was about. As much as I despise her, that was just fucked up. I mean, I'd always heard the rumours about what a pig Jarred was…just never thought they were true" she said.

"Unconscious? Are you out of your fucking mind? You were told to deal with her boyfriend and to scare her. What the fuck did you do?" he asked the woman.

"Like I said, he wasn't there. Besides, I didn't do anything," she lied. "The moment we were inside everything was already set in motion. How were we supposed to know he wouldn't be there? What are you going to do about Jarred?" she asked, trying to change the subject. "He's a fucking pig," she added.

"I'll deal with him," the inmate said, briefly looking away for a few moments. "How did she look?" he asked, after a period of silence. The female visitor was taken back by the question.

"What do you mean how did she look? What does it matter? Better yet, why do you care?" she asked, a hint of attitude and jealously in her voice. "You know, she's the reason why you're in here locked up. Did you forget that?" she said angrily.

"Keep your fucking voice down. It ain't like that," he said. "It was just a harmless question. You know I only got eyes for you, right?" he said, trying to lay down the charm on her.

"PREGNANT," she said, plainly.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"That's how she looks. Pregnant. Pretty little pregnant bitch. I decorated her face a little, though. I don't know how pretty she looks now." She couldn't help but boast.

"I thought you said you didn't do anything? I can't have this coming back to me," he warned.

"I doubt it will. We were careful and they didn't see our faces. Anyway, it's done. You wanted us to put the fear in the little bitch and I think we did just that."

"Watch your mouth," he scolded. "I wanted you to rough up the son of a bitch she's screwing and maybe scare her a little in the process. THAT'S what I wanted," he said.

"Yeah, well, he may not have been there, but I'd say we got the job down," she said nonchalantly. "I just have a question. Why now? After all this time?" she asked.

Before he could answer, their conversation was interrupted by the guard. "Time's up, inmates. Back to your cells."

"When are you coming back to visit?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

"I don't know. When I can…I guess," she said. Just as he was about to get up from the table, she slid a tiny object towards him. He quickly placed his hand over hers and slid it towards him. "Inmate! Hands off the table. Back to your cell," the guard yelled.

"Alright, I have to go. Thanks for coming by," he said before getting up.

The inmate got up from the table and was escorted back to his cell. When he got there, he removed the small object from his sock. It was a SIM card. Being locked up, he didn't have the luxury of switching burner phones every month like he did when he used to run the streets. They were way too hard to sneak into the jail and he didn't want to risk getting caught. To ease his paranoia, he made sure he switched his SIM card out frequently, to avoid any number being traced back to him. Rather, he'd demanded a new one be brought to him every other month. After checking the hallway to make sure the coast was clear, he got out the phone that was hidden within the wall of his cell and quickly swapped out the SIM before dialing a number.

"It's me. She just left…told me what down at the apartment. What's this I hear about Jarred?" When the man on the other end of the phone fell silent, he knew the woman had been telling the truth.

"Send it to me now," he said before closing the flip phone.

A few moments later he received a video message. It showed Jarred cutting the neck of Gabby's T-shirt and then ripping it the rest of the way down. He ran the blade from her collarbone down her chest, applying more pressure as he moved down her body, drawing blood the further down he moved. He withdrew the knife and hovered over her body, licking the trail of blood he'd just created. "Please don't do this. I'm pregnant," Gabby pleaded, just above a whisper. "Jesus," said the female intruder as she walked into the room. The video ended shortly after.

His blood was boiling at this point. "You're fucking dead," he muttered. He wanted to be upset that she had moved on and was starting another chapter in life with someone other than him, but he was disgusted with what he had just watched. And apparently, according to the woman who'd visited him, that wasn't even the worst of it.

Before putting his phone away, he made another quick call. "Let me know when it's done," he said.

He walked over to his bunk and pulled out a photograph from under his pillow, tracing his hand over the woman's face in the photograph. "I don't know what it is about you but you make me crazy, Gabriela." He analyzed the picture some more before sliding it back underneath his pillow.

"What did you do to her? How did she look?" The woman replayed bits and pieces from their conversation in her head. She was so distracted that she forgot to sign out and return her visitor badge as she made her way toward the exit.

"Excuse me, miss. Excuse me," the guard said as the woman zoomed past him with her head down.

"Yes?" she asked, unsure as to why the guard had stopped her.

"Don't think you want to be walking around the streets of Chicago with that visitor badge on. I also need to sign out before you leave," he told her.

"Oh…yeah. Of course. Sorry," she said. The woman quickly signed the visitor's log and handed over her badge before turning to leave. "Marcella Diaz," said the guard, reading her name on the page. A pretty name for a pretty girl," he smiled.

"Thanks," she replied as she turned to walk away.

"Better watch yourself. That's Perez's girl. Come's to visit him every month," said another guard.

"Joe Perez?" he asked.

"Yup," said his co-worker. "Real crazy son of a bitch, that guy."

"What is it about bad boys that pretty women love so much?" he shook his head as he watched the woman exit the prison from a distance.

Matt was making his way through the back door with a handful of groceries when his phone started buzzing in his pocket. "Whoever that is will have to leave a message," he thought. He was just getting home from shift and was anxious to spend some quality time with his family. It had been a month since the attack; Gabby was now 15 weeks along and feeling more and more energized every day. Although she still wasn't able to join her partner back on Ambo just yet, she was enjoying all the time she got to spend with Louie.

Matt quietly made his way into the living room to find Gabby sitting on the couch with Louie, one hand draped over her growing bump. "And this is your Auntie Leslie. She's in heaven watching over all of us," she said as she pointed to the photograph in the album.

"Just like papa and bela?" the little boy asked?

"Yeah, baby. Just like papa and bisabuela," said Gabby. Gabby's grandparents meant the world to her; they were a big part of her and Antonio's lives growing up. She'd always hoped that one day her future kids would get the chance to know them, but unfortunately they passed away before that ever happened; still, she made sure she shared lots of stories and pictures of them with Louie every chance she got, and she couldn't wait to do the same with the new baby.

Gabby looked up to see Matt leaning against the wall adjoining the kitchen and living room area with his arms folded. She was so caught up, she hadn't even heard him come home.

"You're home," Gabby said, her face lighting up.

"How are you feeling, babe?" Matt asked, as he approached the couch, kissing her on the cheek.

"Good. Really good," she smiled.

"Taking a trip down memory lane I see?" he said.

"Yeah," she said as she turned back to the photo album and traced over a picture of her and Shay together.

"Hey, listen. I'm going to wash up and then make us some breakfast. Does that sound good, bud?" Matt said lifting Louie into his arms.

"Babe, you just did a 24-hour shift. Let me make breakfast," she said to him.

"You sure?" he asked.

"I'm sure. Go," she said.

Matt made his way to the bedroom to shower and get changed while Gabby headed to the kitchen, leaving Louie in the living room to play.

Gabby started to unpack the groceries Matt brought home so she could begin to make breakfast for her boys. "Ok, Louie, what do you want for breakfast?" she asked. By this time, the little boy had turned his attention to the games on his iPad and was in his own little world.

"Eggs and bacon it is," she said to herself as she got out the pans. Matt's phone started buzzing again as she prepared breakfast. He had dropped it on the counter on his way in, too focused on heading to the living room to see Gabby and Louie. "Babe, your phone," she called out to him.

"Can you see who it is?"

By the time she got to it the person had already hung up. "Hmm. Unknown number," she shrugged.

Gabby was just about finished in the kitchen before she called out to Matt again.

"Babe, food's ready," she said, as she set the plates on the table.

"Be there in a minute," he said.

"Louie, time for breakfast," she said.

The two settled at the table and began eating. "Forgot the juice," said Gabby, before getting up to grab the glass jug out of the fridge. Just as she was about to make her way back to the table, Matt's phone started buzzing on the counter again. She picked it up and unlocked it as she made her way back to the table.

Matt sat down just as she was coming back to the table with the juice. "Is it good, bud?" he asked, looking over at Louie.

The little boy shoved a spoonful of scrambled eggs into his mouth before he looked up and nodded at his father with a smile. His smile quickly faded as the sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the apartment.

Matt looked up to see Gabby looking down at his phone; terror plastered all over her face.