Ringer:The story continues.

This is my take on how the series could have ended. Enjoy reading it.

Chapter 1: Thinking it over.

The Hamptons.

Andrew laid down his phone and looked at Juliette. First Machado calling him now Solomon, it was one hell of a night. Life as he knew it was over.

"Bridget just killed this Macawi character. She's now free of him and has no longer a reason to hide herself. Well good riddance I guess." he said as he started thinking about what she had told him but somehow he still couldn't believe Siobhan had committed suicide. For as long as he had known her she was always ready to take on the next challenge. Maybe he shouldn't have threatened to kill her when she found out about the ponzi scheme. This was the beginning of the end of their marriage. Ever since then they just played an act to the outside world. He should have divorced her then instead of keeping up appearances, it would have saved a lot of heartaches.

"She actually killed this bastard?" Juliette asked her father a bit surprised. Bridget wasn't an average woman but killing someone? She didn't seem the type, even if it was in self defence.

"Apparently she came over to visit us one last time and she found the night guard dead on his desk and assuming we were still at the apartment she figured we were in danger she went after him. According to Solomon she was armed with a gun he had given her. What exactly happened there we'll know tomorrow." Andrew answered. He figured the apartment would be a mess. He wondered how much of a mess.

"Solomon called you?" Juliette asked as she looked over at her father. He was deep in thought and somewhere in his eyes she could see he was holding back the tears. Why couldn't a man just cry? Juliette wouldn't think any less of him if he did.

"Yes he did, Bridget was worried about us." Andrew said realising that not everything she had told him over the past seven months had been a lie but it still hurt him. He should have known that the woman that he had come back to from Europe seven months ago wasn't his wife. The change was too radical to be true and yet he had just accepted it without questioning. He then looked over at Juliette who was also deep in thought. She was thinking about the last conversation she had with Bridget and how she had called her worse than her own mother but deep inside she regretted her words now. She could have been killed and Juliette would never have a mother again. The past seven months Bridget had been a mother to her and none of the feelings she showed where faked, she did care about her.

"I know this is hard to understand but I needed a way out and Siobhan handed me the way out by killing herself"

These words were still going through Juliette's mind as she started to cry. She did understand now and she could have lost the mother she always wanted to have. This woman was her mother not the one that put her on this world. Catherine just got pregnant to keep her father around. As Juliette thought more about it only her father wanted her and he had always loved her no matter what she had done. In the past seven months Bridget had done the same. She had accepted Juliette as her daughter, as a stepmother should. Siobhan never took any interest in her life. She did about everything to separate her from her father in the months before Bridget showed up.

"Something wrong sweetheart?" she heard her father ask. As she tried to find her voice again she dried her tears.

"She was the first one in my whole life who really cared for me and she could have died tonight." Juliette sniffed not noticing her father's face turning sad as well. He wondered what to tell his daughter. Siobhan wouldn't have taken care of Juliette the way Bridget had done in the past seven months. He wondered if she even wanted Juliette around. She let her stay but somehow she made sure that Juliette wasn't around them too much. Siobhan was an egoist, made sure it was all about her. Bridget knew when to step back and when to make it all about her. When Juliette was down the wrong road Bridget was the one who made it all about his daughter. Juliette needed his attention more than ever and Bridget made sure he did. Like a mother should.

"Yes,... she was like a real mother to you but still I can't believe that she had us completely fooled. Well she did tell me once that the both of them did pull pranks on people claiming to be the other sister and everyone fell for it. I should have listened more carefully to her. Come to think of it... she told me more about Siobhan and herself in seven months than Siobhan did about herself in seven years. Makes me wonder about who Siobhan really is." Andrew finally told her as he stood up and walked to the mini bar where he pulled out a bottle of old Irish whiskey. He poured himself a glass and asked if Juliette wanted something to drink too. At first she asked for a drink too making him react as any parent would making her laugh for a second. She was just joking which brought a smile to his face for a second. She then asked for a soda making him go to the kitchen where he pulled one out of the refrigerator. He came back handed her the drink and a glass, picked up his drink and took a sip. While the burning sensation of the whiskey was all over his throat he closed his eyes and saw a face. The face of the woman he loved and yet didn't love anymore. Then the face split in his mind in two faces. The face he loved and the one he stopped loving. A cold and calculated face while the other was warm and unconditional? He wondered who he did love... Bridget... or Siobhan? He opened his eyes again to see his daughter deep in though. They sat there for hours. Just the two of them. Just sitting there thinking about the same women. The twins that made a mess of their family. One trying to tear them apart while the other one tried to patch things up again. Which one was the good twin?

Henry's place.

Bridget looked at Henry in shock. She couldn't believe what he had just told her. Siobhan wanted her dead? Was she still angry about Sean? She just stood there wondering what else her sister had been up to in the past seven months.

"I know this must come as a shock to you but it is the truth. She hates you so much that she decided to let you believe she was dead and since you were on the run you needed a way to stay alive. She knew that you would take over from her once she had forced you into the position you were in seven months ago. " Henry started to tell her.

"Yes she did force me to take over from her. She had paid off a cop to make me believe that Macawi had several federal agents in his pocket. He scared me into running away from the protection plan. But why would she do this?" Bridget asked him while she got angry. Her sister set her up to die while she believed things were finally getting better between them. She knew it would have taken some time, a lot of time. She never expected this. All this because Siobhan couldn't forgive her? Why bother to even answer her last letter? Why the act? All this went through Bridget's head as she felt as if a heavy weight was being put on her.

"Because she believed that Andrew was going to kill her. He already threatened her once." Henry tried to clarify the situation.

"So do many people but how many will actually make good on that threat. Andrew certainly wouldn't. He would actually leave her and let her take care of things by herself." Bridget responded "There is one thing I have to know, was she pregnant when she left? And did she know?"

"She found out while she was staying in Paris for a while until you somehow crossed her plans. She had set up a bank account which you had cleaned out several days after you arrived at the Martins. What were you planning to do with it?"

"Make a run for it because somehow I got mixed up in a bigger mess than I expected." Bridget answered as she thought about that day. If she hadn't found Juliette hanging over the toilet that night she would have left. What would have happened then between the Juliette and Andrew? She and Malcolm could have started over somewhere else but what would have happened to the family she left behind? They were family after all. Andrew was still her brother-in-law for the time being.

"Then... what made you stay?" Henry wondered looking at the woman standing opposite himself. He wished he had never set eyes on Siobhan now. They both looked exactly the same and yet they were so different in personality. Siobhan was so cool where this woman was fiery. And she was on fire now. He could tell her everything but it wouldn't look good so he decided to keep some things to himself.

"Juliette, she was in a bad state at the time and anything could happen to her then. The drugs, the drinking... it was like looking at a younger version of myself. I decided to help her through it and did what was necessary to get her out of the trouble she was about to head into. I couldn't prevent her from making some bad choices later on but somehow we all worked it out. Back to Siobhan now, is she still pregnant?" Bridget pressed the subject. Henry seemed to be thinking for a while but she wouldn't leave without an answer. He would answer or she would beat it out of him. Bridget was fed up with all the lies and secrets. Her lies and secrets, Andrew's lies and secrets, Henry's lies and secrets but most of all Siobhan's lies and secrets. Henry was tired and wanted to go back to bed. He noticed Bridget was pretty worked up and if he wouldn't answer she'd probably punch him in the face the way Andrew did earlier that day. He didn't know why at the time but as soon as Andrew had left he realised why. It had to be his father-in-law, he must have told Andrew about the affair. Bridget was still waiting for an answer and she started to move closer to him.

"No, she gave birth to twins a week ago. Since they were born prematurely they had to stay at the hospital. Next week they will be released into her care. Two girls, Portia and Regan but they're not mine, like she wanted me to believe. I had a paternity test done to see how she would react to the news. She didn't seem to be too surprised about it. For a moment I believed I could change her mind to come with me and leave all this behind. I wanted to raise our children together. It would have been a nut house raising four children but she still wasn't done with either you or Andrew. She wants you both out of the way." Henry told her as he yawned. He really needed to go to bed because his boys would be up very early in the morning. He wasn't in the mood to keep on arguing with Bridget. He'd done enough arguing in the past few days with Siobhan.

"Well I don't know what to think right now but I want to know where the children are. If they are Andrew's he has a right to know. They could be his." Bridget fumed as she started to think about how this was going to affect Andrew. First she told him that his wife has committed suicide, now she had to tell him she was still alive somewhere in New York and he fathered twins. Even Bridget felt like her head was spinning. Henry gave her the address of the hospital telling her to leave. She said goodbye and left. Once outside on the way to the car she felt tears welling in her eyes. Her own sister wanted her dead. She wanted Andrew out of the way. That made her think about something. Had she found out about the ponzi scheme? If she had she might have confronted Andrew with it which would have lead to the threat he made. Why didn't Siobhan just divorce him once she had found out? A lot of things wouldn't have happened? She thought about Gemma now. She wouldn't have been killed if Siobhan just for once wasn't thinking about the money. Money that was the only thing Siobhan had ever really cared about. Since they were kids it was all about money with her.

FBI New York office.

Machado was packing up while the local director congratulated him on a job well done. He wasn't as pleased as he should be because he had rather seen Macawi in jail but he could live with the fact that he was dead although there were still a few loose ends he wanted to take care of. First he wanted to find Bridget and find out why she ran. She was in protective custody after all. A lot of things ran through his mind as he walked out of the office when someone stopped him in the hallway.

"Agent Machado, we were a bit curious about how Macawi got in and let the CSU look over the place but you know what is peculiar... your witness, Bridgett Kelly, her fingerprints are all over the place as if she's been living there. How can that be if she was on the run?" Detective Towers told him. Machado looked as if he just swallowed a bug. When he started to think it over it started to make sense.

"She wasn't on the run... she was hiding in plain sight." Machado realised his mistake. He should have fingerprinted Mrs Martin the first day they met.

"What? She was here the whole time being Mrs Martin. Where is the real Mrs Martin then?" the police detective asked surprised.

"I'll be sure to ask her in the morning, now I want to take a shower, call my boss in Wyoming and have some sleep before I go bring her in. I've a feeling she isn't going anywhere at the moment." Machado said as he left. For a moment he wanted to kick himself for being so blind. Then again he had no reason to believe that Bridget wasn't Siobhan. He then remembered the fingerprint that was found on a broken vase. She was trying to tell him something then. She left this clue there knowing full well he'd come after her. She needed him close for some reason and he wanted to know why. She had a lot to answer for now.

In a bar.

Bridget had walked into a bar with Solomon and sat down at a table. When the waiter came to take their order she hesitated for a moment but ordered a glass of water.

"Why the hesitation?" Solomon asked. He looked pretty tired but he tried to keep himself awake. Bridget knew she was taking too much of his time lately but he still was her bodyguard. As long as it would last anyway.

"I was about to order a whiskey." Bridget answered with a slight smile. She sure could use a stiff drink right now. She still couldn't understand why Siobhan had played everyone in the past seven months. She wondered what made Catherine hate Siobhan so much that Catherine hired a hitman. The fact that Siobhan took her place as Mrs Martin? Or how she decided over Juliette's education? Bridget had to question everything from now on, even her own actions. This was the best way to find out what her sister had been up to and survive it. She didn't know where to start for now but something would come up.

"I can imagine you'd like one right now but we both know you better don't." He responded.

"Yeah, I don't want to go down that road again. We should find Siobhan before she comes up with another plan to get me out of her life. As soon as we have found her I will have a good talk with her and tell her what I think of her and about what she has been doing the past seven years."Bridget said as she looked around. She started to feel tired. The past seven years she had tried to talk to her sister about what happened to Sean but Siobhan never wanted to talk about it. She left her there with all the guilt, all the pain. It was only a matter of time before she'd drink too much and went on from there. She needed her sister since she had always been the strong one. Bridget wished she could turn back time.

"A good place to start is that hospital. I think she will go there to be with her children so I was thinking about staking the place out with my own car instead of the limo. If she shows up I will call you so you can confront her. If possible get her husband there too, he also might want to have some answers." Solomon continued.

"He sure would want some answers once he finds out the truth." Bridget said as she finished her drink thinking about how she was going to tell him she had been wrong about Siobhan's death. She ordered another glass of water thinking again about her moment of weakness. She'd talk about it during her next NA meeting. She smiled at the thought of telling them how something like this could affect an addict so easily. Well, staying clean isn't easy.

"Should I bring you home?" Solomon asked as he wished Bridget would so he could get some sleep as well.

"You mean to Greer's" she answered "Yes... I... need to get some sleep and... think about all this."

They left the bar and Solomon dropped her off at the Sheridans where she went to bed without even talking to Greer who was still up. She had heard what happened at the Martin's apartment. Greer felt something was wrong but decided to leave it for the time being. Bridget probably had her reasons for not telling her what happened in the past few hours.

The Hamptons, the next morning.

It had been a long night before Andrew had gone to bed. He had been thinking about the twins he had bedded all this time. At first Siobhan was just like Bridget when he met her. Or was this just an act? Bridget had been acting too but she somehow let the real Bridget surface on many occasions. Pretending to be Siobhan must have been more difficult than she must have imagined. Siobhan was not the wife he thought he had married, Bridget was. If someone would tell him right now that Siobhan had a split personality he'd believe it. He couldn't believe Bridget had him fooled for so long. Then again he never noticed the little things. The kind of things that could have given him some insight to who she really was. Siobhan quit drinking, he should have seen this as a sign. Then there was Juliette's drinking and drug problem. She knew exactly how to deal with it. This agent Machado looking for Bridget. The stories Bridget told him about Siobhan and herself. It's always in the details you can find the differences. He woke up hung over. He shouldn't have been drinking too much last night. After Juliette had gone to bed he had been drinking more than he usually would. He got up and went to the bathroom. When he looked at himself in the mirror he didn't recognise himself anymore. Bags under his eyes, his hair a mess and in need of a good shave. Andrew grinned at his teeth for a while and decided to brush them first since he went to bed without brushing them first. The taste of whiskey still in his mouth. He thought about the days he was still smoking cigars. Andrews was glad he gave up that bad habit years ago. He did it for Juliette who wasn't even born at the time but yesterday he wished he had one. Andrew wondered about how something like what happened last night could turn people back to bad habits. He then thought about Bridget and realised she might be going through the same motions. Andrew then took a towel off the shelve next to the shower and decided to take a shower. This would make him feel better. When he got out of the shower he shaved and walked back to his room to get dressed. He looked at the mess he made of the bed and decided to make the bed. This was something he hadn't done since Juliette was three or four. By then he had hired help to do it for him but he had decided on being here just with Juliette. No one else around so they had to do things themselves now. It was satisfying to do things himself again. Even though his parents were doing well when he grew up they had raised him to do things himself. Bridget was like that too. Why did the thought of her pop up again? Since when was he starting to think of Bridget instead of Siobhan? He then decided to finally get dressed. As he looked at all the suits in the closet he decided to change his usual attire. He then took out the jeans he bought a few weeks ago. It was Siobhan,no Bridget who had talked him into it. Maybe she had a point about the suits he was always wearing. He was the company all the time. He should take a break every now and then from the company. Once he had put on the jeans he picked a shirt to match and once he was dressed he took a last look in the mirror and decided this was the right attire for today. He then went to the kitchen where he found his daughter already having breakfast.

"Good morning Juliette, had a good sleep." he said as he reached for the pot of coffee and poured himself a cup.

"No, not really. I keep thinking about Bridget and... by the looks of it... you have too." she confessed as she looked at the empty bottle standing on the sink. Andrew looked at it too and wondered how he could have emptied a nearly full bottle all by himself. He remembered thinking about everything that had happened the past seven months and it made him realise something. Although he loved Siobhan in the past Bridget had been the perfect wife to him. Whatever her plan may have been she was out of his life now but it hurt him to know that the one woman he really loved was not the one he thought she was. If things had been different and the circumstances had been right he could have loved her and even married her. Now it felt awkward to think about it. When he slept with Bridget he thought she was his wife Siobhan. This seemed more or less like he had committed adultery. Then again, so was Siobhan sleeping with Henry behind his back.

"This makes us even." He thought to himself. He felt like a fool twice in one evening. First Tim tells him about his wife's infidelity to find out he hasn't been sleeping with his wife for seven months. He should start to notice the details. The devil's always in the details.

"Dad, we need to talk." Juliette stated.

"Yes we do." He sighed as he looked over at her. He knew what this was going to be about. They were going to have a talk about Bridget.

"Even though Bridget lied to us about who she was she probably didn't want to hurt us. She brought us back together and she does love us. Maybe she hadn't planned on falling in love with you but... it still happened. When I observed the two of you together she always had this look on her face which I never saw with Siobhan. She truly loves you and because of everything that happened we all got hurt in the process." Juliette told him. All night she thought about everything Bridget had told her in the past seven months. It was always there, Juliette should have noticed she wasn't talking to Siobhan but to someone else. The things they went through together. She was always there for them. Siobhan always put her needs first whereas Bridget always thought of their well being.

"Yes, I've been going over this all night long and the way I see it..." Andrew paused for a moment "I need to go back and talk to Bridget...I can't leave things the way we left them. She still is my sister-in-law and god knows what would happen to her if we leave her by herself." He remembered how she told him she was an addict. He imagined what might happen if he wouldn't in some way make it up to her. Bridget loved him, there was no denying that. He loved her too but this felt awkward. The twin he married was still his wife. He felt like he was going around in circles again. He wanted the twins out of his life one moment but the next he ached to see Bridget again.

"What do you mean?" Juliette asked while she looked at her father who was deep in thought again. His mind was going in circles too just like her's. She wanted Bridget back in her life, aunt Bridget. Suddenly Juliette realised her thought. Bridget was her aunt, the crazy drug addicted aunt. For a second it put a smile on her face. If it weren't for Bridget Juliette would have been well on her way in following her footsteps.

"Well, she might get herself back onto the drugs. I for one am not going to let that happen. She needs family and last I checked...we still are and for as long we are we should stick together while we try to find out what happened to Siobhan." Andrew finished when his phone rang making him pick it up from where he left it. He looked at the calling sign.

"Speaking of the devil, it's Bridget still using Siobhan's phone" he said to Juliette as he accepted the call "Hello Bridget, why do you call?"

He sounded a bit surprised. Andrew figured after last night she wouldn't want to speak to him right away. Maybe she called him again to apologise for what she had done in the past seven months. It seemed rather redundant now since he started to understand her reasons. Actually, she made herself a better cover than even the FBI could think of.

"I called to tell you that Siobhan is still alive and hiding somewhere in New York. She staged a suicide the day we got together in the Hamptons. She knew that I would take her place once she was out of the picture. There's more, you remember when I started living with you I got a call from her doctor telling me Siobhan was pregnant. She was and has given birth to twins a week ago. They 're not Henry's as she had assumed at first. Which comes as no surprise given their history. Henry had a paternity test done and he had found out they weren't his. They may be your daughters." he heard Bridget tell him. The news of her not being dead didn't surprise him somehow. That sounded like the Siobhan he knew. The news about the twins came as a shock to him. He was speechless for a while. Juliette looked at him wondering what Bridget told him to look at her so shocked.

"She's still alive. You mean she made you believe she had killed herself and she has given birth to twins while she stayed out of sight. I hope this isn't another lie from you." He said shaking the initial shock off.

"Come and look at the children yourself. I have to go now and meet with agent Machado and tell him about the past seven months. He will be kicking himself in the head for not having me fingerprinted the moment we met again while I was pretending to be Siobhan" she finished and hung up. Andrew couldn't believe what he was hearing, his wife had actually been pregnant and now he could be the father of the twins.

"What was that about twins?" Juliette asked as she got closer to him. She had never seen her father like this. He was anxious to see his newborn daughters while dreading to find Siobhan there with them. How could he still be with her while he would still be in love with her sister. He loved Bridget more than he ever loved Siobhan.

"Bridget thinks that Siobhan is still alive and she is hiding in New York. She was pregnant when she left us seven months ago and now she has given birth to twins. She thinks they could be mine. If that is true you have two baby sisters. We have to go back now and find out for ourselves what is the truth. I'd love to believe Bridget but I wonder if she is just playing us or not." With that he turned around and looked around for his coat and car keys. He decided to drive himself today. He had time, even if it would take him two hours to drive back. He wasn't looking forward to the New York traffic but he could on the way over let Juliette do some of the driving so she could get some practise. She was lucky that the police decided not to have her permit revoked after that accident about six months ago. When he finally found the keys he was looking for he then grabbed his coat.

"Dad, are you wearing jeans?" Juliette finally noticed his new attire making him fold his coat over his arm.

"Yes something wrong with it?" He asked while he looked at his daughter who smiled back at him.

"No, actually it looks good on you. I bet Bridget talked you into this." Juliette figured since Andrew usually bought suits. Andrew remembered the day they all went out shopping a few weeks ago. Even though he didn't like to shop for once he agreed to make it a family outing. They had taken London along so Juliette had someone her own age to talk to. Teens these days had another sense of fashion then the grown ups so he wouldn't be able to understand anything about it. While he let the teens do their thing for a while he was walking around with Bridget from store to store until they ended up in front of a jeans store. Bridget suggested to him to buy a few jeans for when they would spend time at the beach house. He always looked too well dressed for someone taking a break. He decided to please her and bought a few jeans. He remembered an old song while he was buying them. 'Forever in Blue Jeans' he had been humming that song while he was in the store. Bridget had noticed and started singing it. They had a laugh about it. He also remembered how much they spent that day. It was considerably less then usual. Damned, another detail he missed. He really should pay attention to the details.

"Well, she did. I think she was tired of me dressed like I was ready to go to the office." Andrew told Juliette.

"Then you better leave that coat here and put this on." she said as she handed him a blazer which she figured matched his new attire better. He looked at it for a moment and then turned his attention to his coat and decided his daughter was right. It was a better match. He put his coat back and put on the blazer.

"You look younger in this new attire. Like a father visiting his newborn children." Juliette said with a smile. He looked at his daughter who for the first time since yesterday smiled again. He hoped he could keep her smiling for the rest of the day. Then he felt the keys in his hands and he made a decision.

"Juliette, how would you feel about driving the first leg of the trip to Manhattan?" he wondered.

"You're letting me drive?" Juliette wondered herself now. She was not that bad at driving but ever since the accident he didn't let her drive again. She looked at him as he nodded. His face told the whole story. He was tired and probably he wanted to have some rest before getting to New York. They'd change places once they reached New York city. She then took the keys and they both walked to the car in the garage. Once they were seated and the car started Andrew decided to put on the radio. He wanted to know ahead if there were traffic-jams. The radio was playing the song he and Bridget had been singing at the jeans store. It put a smile on his face. This could be their song.

Sheridan home, New York.

Bridget had just laid down the phone when she decided to get up and freshen up to get started on her day. Once in the bath room she looked at her face for a moment while she picked up her tooth brush. She thought she looked as if she were back on drugs. Bridget decided to take a quick shower after she had finished brushing her teeth. When she got out of the shower she got dressed and came back to the bath room to apply some make-up so she wouldn't look that tired when she would meet with the FBI. Once she approved of her look she left the bath room. When she joined Greer in the kitchen for a cup of coffee Greer looked at her for quite some time. She knew Greer had a lot of questions and Bridget had a lot to tell her but she decided it would have to wait. As she savoured her coffee, decaf wasn't really her liking but the alternative wasn't that inviting either, she wondered how she was going to explain her story to this woman next to her.

"Is something wrong?" Bridget asked while she sipped from her coffee again.

"Well, Siobhan.." she started but Bridget interrupted her.

"First of all, I'm not Siobhan but Bridget, her twin sister. Second I will talk about everything you want to know as soon as I have talked to the FBI and the local police." Bridget told her as she emptied her cup and put it on the sink while she started to walk out leaving a startled Greer behind. As soon as Bridget opened the door she saw agent Machado about to knock.

"Agent Machado, just the man I wanted to see." She greeted him as she stepped aside letting him in. She was a bit surprised to see him there. What made him come over? For a few minutes they were just standing there. Machado decided to finally get down to business after he had taken a good look at Bridget. This was the woman he knew. Jeans and a shirt. A jacket too tight for a woman her size. She did seem to have put on some weight. It was quite different from the bag of bones he arrested over a year ago. He liked what he saw.

"Hello Mrs Martin, I came over to ask you some questions." Machado dug right into it.

"Ask away, and by the way I'm not Mrs Martin but your fugitive Bridget Kelly." she revealed to him but he didn't seem as surprised as she thought he would be. More over just the opposite.

"I know," the agent said as he looked at her with a smile "You really had me fooled for seven months. The CSU have gone over the apartment while we were taking your statements and they found out about your charade. The reason I'm here is that I need to know why you ran, for starters"

"Kemper told me that several federal agents were in Bodaway's pocket. He didn't know if you were involved as well but he figured you were. He said that too many informants died around you and that convinced me to run away. But as it turned out I was wrong." Bridget told him.

"Actually Kemper was the dirty law enforcer. He was the one in Macawi's pocket. I think he had you believe the FBI had some people working for Bodaway so Macawi would walk. With you on the run he was free to go." Machado filled her in. She was supposed to know that already since he kept her up to speed on what he had found out about Bridget while he was still looking for her.

"Macawi had nothing to do with that. It was my sister who had a hand in that. Kemper showed up in Andrew's apartment two days ago and demanded me for more money. Fifty thousand dollars to be exact. I paid him off leaving him to believe I was Siobhan so I could keep up appearances as Mrs Martin. So I concluded that she had paid him to scare me into running to her. The day I first saw my sister again in five years she staged a suicide leaving me two choices either call the authorities or become her. Since I was on the run the first choice was not really an option so I started to change my appearance so I'd look like her and started to live with her husband. If I had known then what I know now I wouldn't have done it" she sighed as she looked away for a moment trying to hold back her tears as she thought about how she had fallen for Andrew and how much she loved Juliette. She blamed herself for the mess she had gotten herself in. She was going to tough it out for now. First she needed to find Siobhan and get her to talk to her for once.

"Your sister staged a suicide?" Machado asked as he remembered the radio call that Bridget had made the day after she had taken off leaving him in trouble.

"Yes and until yesterday I believed she was dead. I had hoped that someday her body would be found and I could put all this behind me but yesterday Solomon found out she was still alive. As it turned out so did Henry for some time."

"By Henry, you mean Henry Butler?" Machado asked to be sure while he looked over his notes until he found Henry's name. He remembered how his wife was kidnapped and everyone thought it was Bridget who got herself mixed up in this.

"Yes, he was told by Siobhan some time after she had disappeared to leave me to die in her place. Andrew once had threatened to kill her in a rage and she believed he would make good on that threat. God knows what the man was thinking at the time. He must have had a lot of problems at work, trouble at home and a wife who was not exactly what he had hoped for." Bridget told him as she remembered the visit last night to Henry.

"But there were attempts on her life." Machado stated

"Yes and if Kemper hadn't put his gun in my bag I would have been dead after the first attempt." Bridget remembered the first attempt on her life, actually Siobhan's was more accurate.

"Wait a minute, you didn't take his gun?" Machado verified with Bridget. He then looked over his notes remembering how Kemper told him she had taken the gun.

"No I actually hate guns." Bridget answered truthfully. Machado noticed how her face changed at the thought of guns. He had seen the expression on her face more than once. An expression filled with fear and disapproval. Yet it were guns what saved her life three times now. Two times she was the one pulling the trigger.

"But you took it with you anyway once you were here." he then wondered.

"I wanted to get rid of it but ended up using it only three days later. Then I handed it over to Charlie Young who then turned to be some ex cop. He told me he had gotten rid of the gun." Bridget remembered handing it to Delario as he turned out to be.

"He had kepped it and used it on Mrs Butler." Machado said as he wrote down some more notes while Greer had been standing there in the room listening to everything in great surprise. The woman she spent so much time with lately wasn't Siobhan. This woman was someone else. Was she a twin? That would make sense. Identical twins are rare but not that uncommon. If she wasn't Siobhan who was she then?

"So it would seem that I was in on it." Bridget reasoned which would make sense to her. Siobhan was nowhere to be seen at the time.

"You have a rock solid alibi. You were talking to the cops at the time of the murder but maybe your sister had something to do with that." Machado reminded her but all her statements were made as Mrs Martin. Were all those statements going to be revised by the time these cases would go to court?

"I'm certain of it. A few weeks before I had cleaned out one of her bank accounts. There was exactly the amount of money in as was asked by Delario. Too much of a coincidence don't you think." Bridget told the agent who then looked at her with a serious face. He thought about it for a bit but reached the same conclusion Bridget made.

"That is way too much of a coincidence. So I can safely assume they were working together."

"Yes you can because there is proof about that." Bridget said as she pulled the DVD Solomon had given her the day before out of her purse. Machado walked over to the TV and put the DVD into the player and watched the same footage that Bridget had seen the day before. He looked at the time stamps and the magnified image of Siobhan with a serious expression on his face.

"You had already left the scene there, I know since I've been watching the same footage myself. So she was setting you up to take her place and once you were killed everyone would have believed Siobhan was dead. But she made one error... the first thing a coroner does is take fingerprints and as soon as they would come back everyone would have known they were yours and then questions would raise about her. Why did she disappear? Who shot you? Who issued the contract? Where is the real Mrs Martin? And the list would go on. And when the truth is out she'll face charges. She will be prosecuted for obstruction of justice. You can go to jail for that. You still have that hanging over your head.

"The way things are today, jail suddenly sounds inviting." Bridget pondered her options. She knew that prison life was hard but she'd survive. Right now she didn't know if she was going to live another day.

"Excuse me" Machado asked surprised to why Bridget would rather go to prison instead of being on her merry way.

"Siobhan wants me dead and as long as I'm free I'm an easy target. She won't have any connections in jail to get me killed." Bridget answered after carefull consideration.

"She wants you dead, why?" Machado jumped on it.

"Seven years ago she lost her son in an accident. I was there with her ex-husband. I was trying to patch things up between them. If they'd at least talked to each other and worked out some agreement over the boy things wouldn't have happened. I actually gave him a chance to show me he could be a father to Sean. As usual things didn't pen out the way I had in mind." Bridget said as she tried to hold back the tears again. Machado noticed the emotional rollercoaster she was on and put his arms around her.

"It's okay." He said as he patted her back. Greer then walked up to them wondering even more who this woman in her home was.

"What is going on here?" Greer finally decided it was time for some answers. She wanted to know who Bridget was and what she was doing here in New York. She also wanted to know how Siobhan got mixed up in all this. It didn't sound like the Siobhan she knew.

"Lets say that even I couldn't have thought up a better witness protection program than Bridget did. She pretended to be her twin sister Mrs Martin for the past seven months trying to stay one step ahead from a known fellon. She shot him last night. Good thing your bodyguard had given you a gun." Machado said to Bridget as he was smiling. She looked back at him teary eyed wiping her nose. Greer on the other hand was more surprised by the fact that the woman she knew as Siobhan turned out to be a twin sister. Now a lot of things started to make sense to her and how they had gotten close again. What surprised her even more was that Bridget had everyone fooled over the past seven months.

"Wait a minute, does Andrew know?" she asked Bridget.

"I told him and Juliette last night." Bridget said as she walked to the nearest seat. She sat down and started to tell her life story to Greer. As soon as Bridget was finished Machado stepped in again.

"Bridget I know this isn't easy but you mentioned Mr Butler knew about you being Bridget after Siobhan had told him. Why would she do that?" Machado wondered because if you wanted to disappear you make sure no one knows about it.

"Because they were having an affair which I terminated the moment I got here. I couldn't handle getting to know one man as my husband while supposedly having an affair with another man. What was worse, was the fact that Gemma was supposed to be her best friend. What a friend Siobhan turned out to be. You don't do that to each other." Bridget stated as she tried to control her anger. Her sister had always told her not to screw around with her ex boyfriends but she slept with a married man. Bridget wondered what was more wrong: sleeping with the ex or sleeping with the married one.

"Siobhan was the type to get what she wanted no matter what. After the whole incident back at the Pivoine we didn't see each other again until you came in the picture I guess. " Greer told Bridget as she remembered the whole affair at the Pivoine.

"She wasn't like that when we were kids but something has changed her and not for the better." Bridget said as she wondered if it were her fault she had changed. Had Sean's death changed her that much? For a moment Machado was looking through his notes and then he remembered something. He read in a police report about Siobhan being accused of bribing a witness.

"That would also shed a different light on the Tyler Barret case. She was the one who tried to pay off the only witness in this case. Fortunately for Henry she died of drug abuse while she should have known better. She had a heart condition that proved to be fatal. That means that she's in New York." Machado reasoned and then he looked pensive for a moment. Bridget was in thought as well because she had been called in by the police to explain that. She wasn't even near the hotel that day. As for the day Tyler died they would be right. She was the one who reported his death.

"Yes she is, out on the street since Henry got sick of all her lies and threw her out. She was pregnant when she was hiding in Paris until recently. She has given birth to twins a week ago. He found out they weren't his but he was okay with it as long as she was going to come with him and start over elsewhere. She never intended to go with him for as long as I was alive but she told him she was coming with him anyway." Bridget remembered her conversation last night.

"She was playing him just like she has been playing Andrew all this time. I wonder if she ever loved him." Greer said as she sat down next to Bridget.

"Maybe at first, I don't know but I do know that she slowly but surely changed and if it hadn't been for the money she would have divorced him sooner rather than later." Bridget added while Machado kept making notes.

"I feel like I came out of the mud right into a hornets nest." Machado said as he overlooked his notes. "You never left the country?" He remembered a phonecall which Bridget played to him a while ago.

"No, I made this phony call to Siobhan's phone in order to throw you off my trail." Bridget confessed after she thought about it for a minute or two.

"Yeah, but I'll check if she has used your name to leave the country." He informed her

"It's more likely she used the name Cora Farrel since she had something with Mr Barret and when I first met him he thought my name was Cora. I found out later she used that alias to see a psychiatrist too instead of her real name. I think she had a relationship with him too since he thought he was sleeping with me." Bridget remembered her little talk with Tyler Barret. How could she have missed that? She thought Siobhan had an affair with this guy too while bedding Henry at the time. Now it started to make sense. Siobhan was in Paris while Bridget was pretending to be her.

"What was she being treated for?" Machado asked making her stop thinking about the whole thing for a while.

"Paranoia" Bridget answered making Machado frown for a minute.

"She could use that as a means to defend herself in court if for some reason she would be found out. She's clever but not as clever as you. You figured out what she has been up to in the last seven months and I don't feel like I need to bring you in to stand trial. Although I want you to stay put. We will investigate this case as well since she interfered with a federal case. Since it crosses state lines I will be investigating from Wyoming while my colleagues here will do it from here. Which number should they call?" Machado told her.

"Either one is fine. Andrew let me keep her phone." Bridget answered as she tried to smile. Machado then stood up and wished them a good day and left. Once he had left the apartment he looked over his notes. This Siobhan was some piece of work. She could be the one behind the death of both Mrs Butler and Mr Barret. He picked up his phone and dialled a number.

In the apartment Greer then looked at Bridget with a smile. Bridget wondered how many questions Greer would start asking and how much she was going to have to tell her.

"You are an amazing piece of work. From addict in the gutter to a high society wife. Not even once I doubted you weren't Siobhan. It also explains why you stopped drinking and Siobhan loved champaign." Greer started remembering the Siobhan she used to know. Bridget was something else. She then looked at her face and saw Bridget was in thought again while she answered.

"Oh so did I, but it went from alcohol to weed to pills. I can tell you if I hadn't been this messed up I'd never known some of the best people I could have as friends. Unfortunately Gemma and Shay aren't around anymore to see those who have wronged them to be brought to justice." Bridget continued still in thought.

"How long have you been clean now?" Greer asked hoping Bridget would reveal what she was thinking about. Whatever was on her mind now must have something to do with what the FBI agent and Bridget were talking about.

"A year, and I want to ad another year to it and another...I hope I'll never fall off the wagon again but there is no guarantee. Yesterday I almost ordered a whiskey in the bar Solomon and I went to after I confronted Henry. I feel bad already about the thought of it. Will I be glad to see my NA buddies again." Bridget confessed finally putting things together. She'd better start listening Greer now instead of thinking about the things she was dealing with. Greer Probably wanted to know everything about her now since she didn't know her at all. She had told her a number of things but not everything.

"I can't imagine myself what it must be like but I must admit I never noticed you had a problem. I know a few addicts myself and they all mess up at some point, I don't mean falling of the wagon but you know." Greer tired to explain. Talking about addictions weren't really her thing Bridget noticed even though she also had difficulties talking about her own addiction with people outside her weekly NA meetings.

"They get certain ticks and it is difficult to hide those. I have one myself, I tend to rub my hands when I get an urge to drink. It's not noticable but it's there. I did have a hard time when Juliette gave up her stash. I called someone to help me with it. Nowadays I just let things happen and when I get the urge to drink or take some drugs I remind myself about where I've been." Bridget said as she stood up. Then there was a knock on the door making Greer stand up and open the door to greet Andrew and Juliette. As soon as they had entered Juliette walked over to Bridget and the moment she was face to face with Bridget she started to cry making Bridget embrace her while Andrew watched the scene from a distance. Bridget had a hard time believing they were there. She tried to keep her composure especially now that Juliette needed comfort.

"It's alright Juliette, I'm not angry with you. I'm more angry about the fact that I haven't told you the truth sooner." Bridget said to her "You were right, what was my excuse to lie to you. I have none."

"You certainly were different from what we were used to from Siobhan" Andrew spoke up "You at least saw Juliette as a daughter that needed a mother in her life. In the past Siobhan would have called in a nanny, psychiatrist, you name it just to get Juliette out of her hair. You want to be involved in her life and problems. You even involved yourself with my problems. I may have been hard on you yesterday but after a night of thinking and drinking a lot I had to admit I don't want you out of my life. Will you forgive me?"

"As long as you forgive me for not being honest about who I really was." Bridget said as she walked up to him with one arm around Juliette. When they were close together he pulled her closer and kissed her making Juliette smile for a moment. They were still in love with each other but now it was a bit awkward for the both of them. In fact as it stood they were committing adultery. Her father was still married to Siobhan and technically Bridget was her aunt and yet she was her mother. Or so it felt for her.

"Get a room you two" She said while Greer started to giggle. Andrew and Bridget let go of each other with a smile which was the sign to talk about other things. They had a lot to discuss. Andrew wanted to know all about what she had found out in the past twenty four hours. First of all about those twins who could be his daughters.

"Do you know where the children are?" Andrew asked Bridget who nodded with a serious face. She felt so sorry for him right now. If they were his Andrew probably would have a hard time deciding wether to throw out Siobhan or keep her around to raise their children. Would he decide to keep Siobhan around she would be heartbroken about it but she hoped that he would let her come and visit on a regular basis. Bridget could use family as long as she wasn't sure about herself.

"Well then lets go together then and find out wether they 're mine or not. If they are I'll get me a divorce attorney who can draw up a good settlement for her. Do you think she'll agree to shared custody?" Andrew asked Bridget who was surprised about how quickly seemed to have made up his mind already. She didn't know that during the trip he and Juliette had made to New York he had been thinking a lot about what to do and what to say. Siobhan was the one he left as far as he was concerned. To him Bridget was the one who saved him from loosing his daughter to drugs and alcohol. In his mind Bridget deserved a second chance. This time as herself.

"Andrew, did you know she has been married before?" Bridget asked making him leave his trail of thoughts.

"She never told me, then again she never told much of her life before she met me. She never told me she had a twin sister, you did. So..." he answered as he looked at Bridget. Andrew then noticed the tears welling in her eyes. He wondered what sad story would crop up this time. After a long pause Bridget spoke up.

"Well, her first husband walked out on her when she was pregnant. When he finally showed his face again she had a son of eighteen months and had divorced him. To answer your question, she probably make sure she gets full custody and you will have to pay for it." Bridget then looked down for a minute trying to hold back the tears.

"Not likely, I still have her infidelity I can use against her. Tim showed me the pictures of her and Henry sleeping together. I've got more than enough to declare her an unfit mother. She had a son what happened to him?" Andrew now was fishing for the story. He knew Bridget probably had a hard time this but it could also shed some light on her behaviour towards Juliette while they were still living together. It took Bridget a while before she started to tell him what he wanted to hear.

"He died in a car crash, I was with the boy and his father when it happened. Siobhan never forgave me for that. She wants me dead for that reason. That's how I ended up with you, she believed you were going to kill her but if you really wanted her dead you wouldn't have taken that bullit for me." Bridget told Andrew still trying to keep her tears back but he knew they were there "I was set up to die in her place but according to agent Machado she made a mistake in thinking that... then all her troubles would go away like that. What's more... if the police would have fingerprinted my remains the truth would have come out anyway so...she is now under investigation. She might end up being wanted for obstruction of justice." She didn't tell him everything but for now he wouldn't ask her to tell the whole story. Bridget would tell him when she would feel up to it. That was something he knew for sure.

"She could go to jail for that." Andrew realised after awhile "If that happens the children end up with you anyway. If I'm the father maybe we could take care of them together, how would you feel about that?"

Bridget was surprised by his offer but if there was something she wanted more than everything now was the reassurance he still wanted her in his life. Even if things turn out different between them.

"Since I never was any good at keeping a job I took care of her son while she was working. I will gladly help you raise your daughters. I'm their aunt anyway." Bridget agreed to it after some thinking. She always had a way with children. If given a chance she would have been a teacher. It was always her dream to be a teacher.

"What was the boy's name?" Juliette asked curious about him. If things had been a bit different this boy could have been her stepbrother.

"Sean, he was quite a lively boy but also the sweetest kid I ever took care of" Bridget said with a small smile. Juliette then understood why Bridget was so good at parenting. Bridget had some experience taking care of children. She then smiled at Bridget and said "Lets visit my baby sisters then. Hopefully we find Siobhan there too. I got some serious issues to talk about now."

"Juliette, don't." Andrew tempered his daughter "Let me do the talking if she's there. When I'm finished and you still feel like giving her a piece of your mind you're allowed to."

Andrew certainly had quite a bone to pick with Siobhan. How she set him up with her sister who wasn't even supposed to live this long. She was supposed to die as soon as she was in New York. He put his mind to rest for now. There were two girls with possibly his name on. He left the apartment with Bridget and Juliette in tow while Greer wished them the best of luck. He wanted to see his newborn children.

Hospital

Siobhan had slept badly on that cod but at least it was better than sleeping on the floor. Now that she had no money she knew she needed a job. She looked at her purse in which all the jewellery she had taken from her home were stashed. She was going to pawn them off so she would have some money to get herself and her babies a place to live. As she got up she realised she had to find that job soon in order to support herself until she had found a way to get back to Andrew. First Bridget had to be out of the picture before she could do that. She went to the ward where her children were sleeping and after she had stood there for a while she left.

When Bridget arrived at the hospital with Andrew and Juliette she was recognised by the gynaecologist who had delivered the babies.

"Hello Ms Shelldrake, are you here to visit your babies?" she asked Bridget who was surprised to hear another name being used to identify her sister.

"I'm sorry but there must be a misunderstanding I'm not Ms Shelldrake I'm her twin sister Bridget, Bridget Kelly" Bridget told the doctor emphasising her surname. The doctor looked a bit startled. For a moment she was sure this was Rebecca Shelldrake. She then looked at Juliette and Andrew who looked back at her with a serious face.

"Yes, you see it was my wife who came in here to have her babies. As for her name, it's actually Siobhan Martin-Kelly." Andrew took over emphasising her full name. How many aliases did his wife use. He'd sure ask as soon as he got a hold of her. Bridget only used one alias. She pretended to be his wife. Maybe if he played his cards right she would be the next Mrs Martin. He still had his doubts about her but he was still in love with her. The thought of his wife being the sister-in-law and the sister-in-law becoming his wife wasn't that appealing at the moment but with time he might get used to it. A lot of time. Maybe Bridget would have some issues of her own with the idea.

"Oh my god, you're the father of these children. That explains why this mister Butler wanted a paternity test." The doctor realised as she noticed the resemblance between him and the babies. She remembered how Henry was wondering about his parenthood. Would this man also want a test just to be sure?

"And right he was and I want one too because my wife wasn't the most faithful one. Although I am hoping they're mine." Andrew stated as he looked at the infirmary. On the way over to the hospital Bridget had told him about the money and where she got it. She told him how Siobhan was hiding in Paris penniless because of her. Maybe that way she met with Tyler and then she started to have an affair with him. It also explained why he was so surprised when they first met. She told him more than he wanted to know but he asked for it. At least now that the big secret was out all the secrets Bridget had came out. At some point an odd thought crossed his mind. For a drug addicted former prostitute she was quite smart. A female Sherlock Holmes.

"And where are my nieces?" Bridget asked anxious to see them.

A nurse was asked to show Bridget and Juliette the babies while Andrew filled out the necessary paperwork to get a paternity test. When Juliette saw the babies she had the same thought as Bridget. They had their father's smile and even his eyes. The hair color seemed to be their mother's.

"There is no mistaking, they look a lot like dad. They have to be my sisters. I can't wait for them to come home. They seem so sweet." Juliette said enthusiastically while Bridget smiled at her. It seemed like Juliette was in to the idea of being a big sister to them. Juliette wondered if Bridget would help her father to raise these lovely girls. Siobhan would probably still be in the picture too. Hopefully she'd stay out of her life from now on. Siobhan was the one who almost ruined her relationship with her father. If it weren't for Bridget it would have stayed that way. Bridget patched up their relationship time and again. She'd get her a mother's day present. Which reminded her to ask her father the money since he still held her trust-fund. She didn't mind anymore because she had found out that there was more to life then spending dad's money. Now she wanted to have her family back. By family Juliette meant her father, Bridget, the twins and herself.

"Wait until your father asks you to babysit them. You would possibly swear a lot." Bridget said knowing how difficult babies can be.

"You think so?" Juliette wondered what Bridget could tell her about raising a baby since she had done it before.

"I know so, when Sean was a little baby he could have these crying fits lasting all evening which drove us nuts from time to time. When he got older he could get these streaks of anger every now and then which we had to work on. I'm telling you raising a child is hard work. When Siobhan asked me to take care of him while she was working I couldn't refuse." Bridget remembered the day Siobhan came up with the idea to move in together so they could share the burden of raising Sean. When Siobhan was home Bridget took on some odd jobs to supplement their income but since she wasn't any good at keeping any job she got she was soon more unemployed than working. That's when she became a full time babysitter. She felt like she was about to do it all over again. This time she would do it right. When Andrew had finally joined them he took one look and even he admitted the girls had to be his.

In a pawn shop.

Siobhan had just pawned off all of her jewellery and was now looking at a stroller which seemed inviting. The store owner looked at her as he was writing the check.

"Interested in that thing, I have very few people interested in that thing since it's made for twins. If you want it I'll throw it in too." he said to her.

"Why not, I just gave birth to twins." Siobhan said "But can you hold it here for a few days."

"Sure." He said as he picked up a 'sold' sign from behind the counter and put it on the stroller while handing her the check.

"Thank you." Siobhan responded as she accepted the check and put it in her purse.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you miss." He smiled knowing he had done a better deal than her. Siobhan had sold off all her jewellery for a low offer but given the circumstances she shouldn't complain since he had already guessed she had stolen them. Even if she could prove they were hers she wouldn't get much more for most of the pieces. She only had enough for a down payment on a apartment and a few months rent. She then left the place as she pulled out the paper she bought earlier and started reading the job section.

15th Precinct

Agent Machado walked into the office of detective Towers and his partner with a few files under his arms. Detective Towers greeted him and as they shook hands they started discussing the situation of Bridget.

"So we're not going to prosecute her for obstruction of justice. Which is fine by me since she took out the scumbag. But why are you here?" Towers wondered what the agent was still doing in New York. "Weren't you supposed to be back to Wyoming."

"I'm leaving tomorrow. I wanted to talk to you about the Tyler Barret case." Machado said as he sat down.

"Oh, that one. It 's a bit of a thorn in my eye. We know Mr Butler was there and had the opportunity to kill him, although it could be brought down to manslaughter because they might as well have been struggling and Mr Barret could have made a nasty fall on the table since some of my people think that this is the most likely scenario. And when he was down bleeding Mr Butler must have panicked and left."

"He might as well have called 911." Machado stated.

"Yeah, maybe the poor guy would have survived. Come to think of it why would they struggle?" Towers asked since the way it looked now it go either way.

"Well it seems that Mr Barret had a relationship with Mrs Martin and so was Mr Butler." Machado answered after he had heard from Bridget how Tyler fit in the picture.

"Ah, fighting over a woman. Well then the guys were right about the nasty fall, then all we can arrest him for is negligence. He could have called for an ambulance. I guess Mr Butler never went over there with the intension to kill the poor man. He could have explained the whole situation as an accident." Towers reasoned

"I'm more interested in what happened to your witness. As I understood she told you guys that Mrs Martin tried to bribe her." Machado wanted to know.

"Yes, but the woman didn't go for it. Now we also know why, she was a prostitute on the side. We're still looking for the John that provided her the drugs which had gotten her killed." Towers said.

"Could Mrs Martin have visited her at her place?" Machado asked.

"Now that you ask, there was a set of fingerprints at the inside of a closet and on a doorknob which were almost identical to Ms Kelly's. Very close but no cigar. You were her alibi, well at the time. We didn't know she was actually Bridget. We can only put Mrs Martin there once we have her prints. Now it's just guessing but when we can put her on the scene... we have a case. Then we can bring both of them to justice. Mr Butler will go down for manslaughter and Mss Martin for obstruction of justice. They both will be spending some time in jail. Mr Butler a while longer than Mrs Martin but who cares. I would feel better if this case is closed." Towers admitted.

"So do I" Machado stated "But we need to get Siobhan first."

The detective nodded as he smiled. This was going to be a though nut to crack but if there would be a sighting of her he would check it out, even if it turned out to be Bridget.

On the way to the Martin flat.

Andrew had asked Bridget to join him to find out how much damage was done at his flat. Bridget said she had seen a lot of damage after she had taken out Bodaway Macawi. He figured there could be a bullet hole somewhere and off course blood all around the place. It was a shooting after all.

"Bridget, I want to ask you to stay with us." Andrew started the conversation while he watched the road.

"I'd love to but it would feel a bit awkward now. I'm your sister-in-law not your wife." Bridget said.

"Yes that's true but you know there is a spare bedroom we can put you up. You will be staying over as aunt Bridget. As for Siobhan I want her out of the picture for a while. After all that happened the past two years I can't forgive her for having an affair with Henry and on top of it she sets me up with you. Although that part I don't mind, now that I know you I don't want to loose you like I lost Siobhan" he continued as he looked at Juliette who was looking out the car. She was lost in her own world. She thought about her sick mother who was locked up in an institution for a long time. She hoped that she would one day come out another person. Hopefully better than the bitch she had become over the years since the divorce. Her father left her mother because their marriage was over long ago. He stayed with her because of Juliette. Juliette felt bad of not realising herself when she was younger that her mother was slowly but surely putting her up against Siobhan. Maybe Siobhan would have turned out a little differently too if she wasn't being her old selfish self.

"I won't walk out on you as long as you want me to stay." Bridget promised as she looked at him with a smile. It was confusing for the both of them. In his mind Bridget was still his wife and Bridget still felt as if she was pretending to be Siobhan She needed to find herself again underneath the mask she had been wearing for the past seven months. When they arrived at the building where they used to live together Andrew parked his car and they all went in. As soon as they had entered the apartment accompanied by a police officer they looked around. Blood spatters on the ceiling where Bridget shot Macawi and a lot of blood all around the place he had been lying on the floor after he was shot. He then looked at the windows which were trashed and boarded up for now shaking his head.

"This will take some time to fix up." he said as he turned to face Bridget who got a card out of her purse.

"As soon as the cops are done with this place you could call these guys. They are specialised in these kind of clean ups and fixing." She said handing him the card. She got it the day before from a police officer.

"They are very good at their job." The police officer said to Andrew who just nodded with a serious face. He knew it would take a few days before this place was cleaned up and fixed. He looked around the hall and then he walked in to get some of his belongings. He saw Bridget walk to the master bedroom with a slow pace. As Bridget entered the master bedroom she saw the place was trashed. It seemed like someone put up a struggle there. When she went over to the closet she saw the jewellery was gone.

"Andrew, get the police officer in here please." Bridget called for him. A few moments later they were all in the room looking at the jewellery display. They wondered who took them.

"Did you leave everything as it was in here?" Andrew asked the cop who then nodded "Then we've been robbed." His face was like a thundercloud. He had about enough of his streak of bad luck. Two wives with secrets, his company almost bankrupt and now this. He couldn't believe his bad luck. There was over fifty thousand worth of Jewellery in there. He then noticed one ring that was still there. A family heirloom. He got it from his mother when he started dating Catherine. This ring was the engagement ring of his grandmother. His mother had worn it when she was engaged to his father. He never gave it to Catherine or Siobhan. Maybe he already knew deep down they were trouble and this ring was special. He looked at it for a minute and then looked at Bridget for a moment. Maybe some day...

"I think Siobhan has been here since Macawi seemed surprised to see me when I confronted him with the gun in hand. He wondered what was going on so the woman I heard screaming in here... was Siobhan. At first I thought it was Juliette but when I was told you had left I didn't think about it anymore because it could also have been in my head. An after effect of the drugs maybe." Bridget made Andrew come back to reality.

"Then it was Siobhan who took the jewellery. So she decided to sell her jewellery to get to some money since she had none. I wonder who paid off her bills while she was in Paris." Andrew said while the cop had called the CSU unit if they had checked the master bedroom.

"The CSU has been over this place but haven't processed all the evidence yet. There was no jewellery on Macawi so you may have a valid theory. Any pictures of the jewellery?" The police officer said as he hung up.

"My insurance has those. I'll give them a call." Andrew said as he reached for his phone to realise he left it in the Hampton beach house. He felt stupid now. In his rush to get to Manhattan he forgot to pick it up. Bridget held up Siobhan's phone making him smile. Off course, she also had the number. He then took the phone and called his insurance company. After some explaining he could confirm to the policeman that they would sent copies of the pictures

to the precinct. Andrew looked at Bridget for a while when he noticed the necklace she was wearing.

"Where did you get that?" He asked wondering why she was wearing it. He saw Siobhan wear it once a long time ago.

"When we were twelve Siobhan and I bought this as a birthday present which we would share. One year she'd wear it and the next I would. Why?" Bridget explained as her thoughts went back to that day.

"Because she wore it the first time I met her but I haven't seen it ever since. I guess she gave it to you." Andrew answered thinking about the day they first met.

"The last time I visited her she threw it at me and said she never wanted it back. I was too stunned to say anything at the time so I picked it up from the floor and left. She then left for New York and that was the beginning of the downward spiral for me. I began to drink more and when that was no longer enough I turned too the drugs. I wanted to forget all what happened but I also missed my better half." Bridget said while she tried to hold back her tears once more that day. Andrew noticed so he put his arms around her. He wished he had met her first instead of Siobhan. Bridget was an open book to him where Siobhan kept a lot to herself. Then he noticed Siobhan's jewellery box and opened it. The picture of her and Sean was still in it. Maybe she left in a hurry and forgot all about it. He then picked it from the box.

"This boy was Sean, wasn't it." He asked Bridget who nodded in tears. She still felt the guilt over his death. He comforted her while he looked at it with Juliette.

"He seemed like a good kid." Andrew said as he comforted Bridget.

"If it weren't for me defying Siobhan he would still live." Bridget cried in his arms. Juliette felt sad as well. The boy in the picture could have been her brother. Maybe he would have been a sweet kid.

"It's all in the past now but we should remember him for who he was. I'm sure he wouldn't blame you." He said as he rubbed her back. Juliette was looking at something else she found in the bedroom. When she picked it up she saw it was the chip Bridget received a few days before at her NA meeting.

"I guess this is yours." Juliette said as she handed it to Bridget.

"I thought I'd lost it, thank you." Bridget said with a smile.

"One year sober and clean, I'd say lets keep it that way together." Juliette said as she hugged Bridget. Bridget looked over Juliette's shoulders at Andrew who was smiling back. She had hoped she would be sharing this with Siobhan but under the circumstances she was glad she could share this with the rest of her family. At least they supported her.

"That's exactly the reason I came back. Even though we were never properly introduced you're family and let us now leave here. This place is depressing for the moment. As soon as it is fixed up again we move back in. Why don't you join us in the Hamptons until then. We could start over there, although the commuting is going to be a problem. Two hours driving to the office and back. Well, it's only for a while. Would you mind bringing Juliette to school?" Andrew suggested. Bridget agreed and then they asked the cop if they were allowed to pack some things so they could move to the Hamptons. Bridget looked at the clothes in the closet and decided not to take any of them since they were still her sister's. Andrew noticed but didn't say anything about it. As soon they had packed they left and drove over to the Sheridans where Bridget would pick up her belongings. When they had finally collected everything they went to the Hamptons.

The Butler home.

Henry was looking at his account he had set up to transfer Siobhan's money in and figured it was best not to use the money since this would make him suspicious towards his father in law. How would he be able to explain where the money came from. Then there was a knock at the door. He turned off his laptop and walked to the door to open it. When he opened it Detective Towers was standing at the door.

"Good afternoon Mr Butler, we have gotten across some new evidence in the Barret case. It seems like you and Mr Barret had a relationship with the same woman, Mrs Martin to be exact. Will you still claim you had nothing to do with his death because we would understand if it turns out to just being an accident. It also means a lot less time in jail, maybe you could get off with a slap on the wrist if you are willing to confess what happened then. We could even get you acquited if you tell us Mrs Martin's involvement with the murder of your wife."

"Excuse me, what are you talking about?" Henry asked the policeman as he wondered how all of this had come out. Then he realised, Bridget had been talking to the police and the FBI. He could lie or confess but neither seemed appropriate at the time as he looked at Detective Towers.

"I'll tell you what...why don't you think over my offer and when you feel ready come in and talk to us." The police officer suggested with a smile. He had noticed the hesitation on Henry's face and didn't want to put him on the spot "just don't wait too long because if we find more evidence linking you to the crime scene and tying Mrs Martin to the attempted bribe we go for the maximum penalty."

Henry looked at him confused but maybe the evidence was too circumstantial to be admitted to the file they had on him. He decided to think over this offer.

"To be honest...I don't know what to think. I thought the case was closed." Henry wondered.

"Cases like this never close. We keep investigating it until we have an answer to why someone died. We know you were there and we will prove it some day but if you tell us what we want to know you get of easy. Mrs Martin on the other hand will get what's coming to her." the Detective said as he walked to the door "Good day Mr Butler."

When he had left Henry sat down and put his head in his hands. This was not what he had expected. He was offered a deal but this would mean he had to turn in Siobhan and tell them she was the one who worked with this Delario character. He didn't know if he could do that. If he did she would probably tell about the money he stole from her. He suddenly got an idea and picked up his laptop and started to bring up the account. He then picked up the phone and decided to call Andrew and tell him everything about how Siobhan had been siphoning money from Martin Charles. He would also tell how he stole it back and now he would return it to where it belongs. Maybe that way he could kill to birds with one stone.

The Hamptons, Martin residence.

Bridget was looking at the guestroom with a smile on her face and started to unpack while Juliette was helping her. The two of them had been talking a lot on the way over. As soon as they had arrived they took their belongings and walked in. They all went to their rooms but as soon as Juliette had put her bags in her room she had returned to Bridget offering her to help her get settled. Bridget asked her why she would want to do that. It seemed that Juliette wanted to spend as much time with her new found aunt as she possibly could. When they had finished unpacking Bridget's things they went to Juliette's room to unpack there together when suddenly they heard Andrew yell.

"SHIOBHAN DID WHAT?" his voice going down as he heard Henry tell him about the money that was taken from his company, or better put used to be his company "But you recovered the money." Andrew had a hard time believing Henry would come forward this easy. Maybe he stole it for himself at first but then had a change of heart because he wouldn't be able to explain where the money came from if someone would ask.

"What's left of it anyway, which is still a bit over a million." he heard Henry say "How can I transfer it back to the company. It was company money anyway."

"Do you still have the account number I gave you when you decided to invest in Martin Charles?" He asked Henry who confirmed to still have the number "Well then you transfer it in there and I will take care of it from there. Thank you Henry."

He then hung up noticing Juliette and Bridget standing in his bedroom.

"It seems that Siobhan had stolen money from my company in the past seven months. Henry found out and stole it from her. At first he wanted to keep the money but he wouldn't be able to explain where the money would come from if someone would ask. With Tim looking over his shoulders constantly he wouldn't be able to anyway. I'll have to tell Tim about it." He told what he had found out as he was bringing up the number of Arbogast. He then called him and explained everything to Tim Arbogast. He told him it was Henry who had recovered the money which didn't bode well with either Andrew and Tim since they both hated the man. They agreed to give him the benefit of the doubt for now and not to question why he was returning the money to them. Once Andrew finished his phone call he turned to the women in his room who had finished unpacking his things. He looked at them in amazement since they seemed to get along better and better in these past seven months.

"Seven months ago I would have prayed for something like this to happen and now that I see the two of you together as friends I think somehow someone pulled off a miracle." He said as he walked up to his daughter who smiled at him. Bridget kept a distance while he hugged his daughter. Bridget decided to leave the room to prepare them a meal. As soon as she got into the kitchen she started to check the fridge to see what she could prepare. A few minutes later Andrew joined her in the kitchen where she already had started preparations for a meal.

"Are you any good at cooking?" He asked.

"It's one of the things I actually am better at than Siobhan She used to hate cooking as a child whereas I spent a lot of time in the kitchen with our mother. No wonder she got herself burned in the cooking classes she used to take with Gemma." She mentioned making Andrew think about something as he walked over to her and held her arms. Bridget knew what he was thinking of and showed him her arms, no scar.

"Why didn't I think of this sooner. Maybe I was too blind to see what was right in front of me the whole time. Just like I said yesterday: you believe what you want to believe." He said with a smile while he picked up a knife and started to cut the vegetables which Bridget had put on the chopping board while she was putting some pots on the stove.

"You seem to have spent some time in the kitchen too." Bridget noticed how well he chopped the vegetables.

"I used to do this as a hobby when I was still at university. When Catherine came along I used to prepare her some french dishes I knew. After a while I didn't have the time anymore since I was spending more time in the office than I was at home. Especially with Juliette just being born and Catherine being Catherine I needed to make a lot of money to keep up with the bills. After I married Siobhan things became somewhat easier at first but then the market collapse forced me to spend more time in the office and that's what changed between us. Now that you're here I remembered what it was like to just have some time off doing something relaxing." He told as he kept chopping the vegetables.

"I guess Siobhan didn't do much of the cooking at first." Bridget said looking at him.

"Not at all, she just let someone else take care of that. I wonder, did you any cooking in the past seven months?" he asked.

"Actually every day I was at home alone. I cooked just to keep my mind occupied. You know... the drugs, the alcohol." Bridget told him.

"That's why some of the dishes we ate in the past seven months tasted a bit different. Usually they tended to be over salted. You made them perfectly...you are better at cooking than Siobhan" he praised her.

"Thank you but right now I'm just thinking too much about the rest that has been happening lately. I need to get it out of my mind for a while. That's why I started to prepare dinner." Bridget admitted to Andrew who smiled.

"So am I and I'd love to help you so I could get my mind off things as well." He finished the conversation as they both were cooking together. Juliette came in about half an hour later and saw her father and Bridget cooking together. That was a sight she'd never seen. She couldn't remember her father in the kitchen at all.

"Something smells good in here" Juliette made her presence noticed.

"Oh you're just in time." Bridget said as she picked up the pasta and put it in the boiling water "You can set the table."

"Okay." Juliette responded by getting what she needed and started to set the table.

"Dad, I didn't know you could cook. Where did you learn that?" She got curious. Andrew smiled at her while he picked some herbs of the shelve next to him.

"I started cooking while I was still at Oxford. As a student I had to prepare my own meals. Simple things at first but as I got better at it I tried more challenging dishes and discovered I was pretty good at it. When you were two even you enjoyed my steak provencal."

"You prepared meals for us." Juliette wondered since she couldn't remember her father cooking for her.

"Yes but at some point I needed to work more to get the money in to keep the bills paid. Your mother kept spending more money than I could make so I gave up cooking." Andrew said with some regret in his voice. About half an hour later they were enjoying their meal as a family when the phone rang. Bridget sat nearest to the phone and picked up.

"Hello, you've reached the Martin residence." she said as she picked up.

"It's Tim Arbogast, is Andrew there?" she heard the voice at the other end.

"Sure, Andrew it's for you." she handed Andrew the phone "It's Tim."

"Hello Tim, why do you call me?" he started.

"Well, my accountants have been through your books and noticed there was about 1.5 million missing from the company. I called Henry about how much he had recovered and it seems we're still five hundred grand short, your wife has expensive taste. So I wonder what the hell you're still doing with her?" Tim told Andrew.

"The woman with me is not Siobhan but her twin sister Bridget. After you told me that Siobhan had an affair with Henry I went to confront her but things didn't turn out the way I expected. Bridget has been here pretending to be Siobhan who conveniently played dead for seven months. Now that she has told me everything we decided to stick together. Siobhan has been playing us long enough now but I think that some day we might be able to end this." Andrew explained the situation.

"Wait a minute, Siobhan has a twin sister? My PI never mentioned that. Well I never let him look into that either." Tim felt a bit awkward now. He felt as if he should apologise for the trouble he had caused.

"Don't worry too much about it. She had me fooled for seven months but I should have noticed something was off. She seemed to have lost some weight, was a bit pale when I first met her. I didn't even check her left wrist since Siobhan has a scar after she'd burned herself during cooking classes. I remembered today when we were cooking together. I checked her wrist, no scar. This is for real, I've bedded both sisters now." He told Tim as he turned around looking at Bridget and Juliette with a smile on his face " Tim I got to ask, how long has Siobhan been sleeping with Henry?"

"According to my PI she was still with him a few days ago. He's going to bring in the latest pictures tomorrow. Why?"

"Because I want to see these pictures too. I have to know how long she has been here while Bridget was with me." Andrew answered "I'll be bringing Bridget along too. Maybe that would also clear up some other questions we might still have."

"Well, lets meet in your office at noon." Tim suggested.

"That's fine with me. See you tomorrow at noon." Andrew hung up "Bridget can you come to the office at noon tomorrow?"

"Sure... why?" Bridget asked.

"Tim is going to bring in pictures of Henry and Siobhan. We are going to take a closer look at them." Andrew answered.

"Can I come along?" Juliette asked as she was cleaning her plate.

"No, you're going to school." Andrew told her.

"What do you hope to find?" Bridget asked him.

"A pregnant Siobhan." He answered.

Somewhere in New York.

Siobhan had been walking around town looking for a way to get to the hospital unnoticed. She had seen the police observation and Solomon at the hospital but they had put themselves in such a place they could have seen her go in no matter which entrance she choose. The only way to see her daughters again was by changing her appearance. Where was she going to find the right people to change her look completely. Then she got a better idea. She pulled out her phone and called the hospital. As soon as she got a connection she asked about her children. She was told they were alright for now and they had visitors stopping by. Apparently her sister, her husband and her stepdaughter had visited them. Siobhan was a bit confused at first but soon started to realise Bridget was not like her. She wasn't the type to be constantly lying when it suited her needs. Once the lies had gotten too far she would confess and maybe something happened to make her tell Andrew and Juliette the truth. Siobhan knew now that she had overplayed her hand. The only way she would be able to get back to Andrew is by pretending to be Bridget which was going to be very difficult since she wasn't able to be like her. She wondered how Bridget pulled it off for so long since she was even worse at acting than she was. When she found a place to stay the night she looked for a piece of paper and a pen. She started to write a letter to herself pretending to be Bridget. She would put it in her own mailbox the very next day.

The Hamptons ,the next day.

Andrew was getting ready to go to his office while Bridget and Juliette were finishing breakfast.

"Andrew any tips on how I should drive her to school?" She asked before he left.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I never drove in from the Hamptons before. I can only say to leave around quarter to six so you can get into better traffic. Any later you'll be stuck in a traffic-jam for at least an hour." He looked at his watch it was five already and he wanted to make sure he was at the office by seven. Juliette suggested to leave at five thirty so they would be at school in time. The early start of the day was certainly having a toll on her but she knew it was only temporary. Bridget told her she could still take a nap in the car as she looked for a driver's licence in her purse. When she found it she put it in her pocket. Then they walked to the garage where Andrew had told her was another car. When she got in the garage she saw a Porche 911 standing there.

"He's kidding right?" Bridget said as she looked at Juliette who smiled. The expression on Bridget's face was priceless. She was shocked about the fact Andrew let her drive this car. Usually men wouldn't let a woman drive a car like this.

"I'm afraid not, it's his baby actually but since we have no other cars you'll be driving it. Oh, it's a stick shift." Juliette remembered Bridget would be the first person besides her dad driving it. Maybe he wanted to marry her after all. Juliette reminded herself not to get ahead of herself as she closed in on the car.

"No problem, I used to drive an old truck a long time ago. I know how to shift gears." Bridget said as they got in. Bridget took the keys from the glove compartment and started the car. And soon they were on the way to school. Bridget didn't feel too comfortable driving this car and decided to go look for a car herself as soon as she had found a job. Juliette seemed to enjoy the look on Bridget's face.

"What?" Bridget asked her.

"You seem to be nervous driving this car." Juliette answered as she looked at the road.

"This is a sports car with more horsepower than I can handle. I have to be carefull on the pedal or it shoots forward like a rocket. Why didn't your dad take it to work?" Bridget wondered.

"He's not the kind to show off this car at work. Even though he loves driving it he just doesn't want everyone to see him in it." Juliette told her.

"Maybe we think alike when it comes to showing off. Although I have not much to show off at the moment." Bridget said as she looked at the traffic on the road looking for a gap in traffic to overtake a slower driver. As soon as she found a gap she stepped a little harder on the gas pedal making the car speed up a bit faster then she expected but as soon she got past the car she got the hang of driving the car. The trip to New York ended at Juliette's school.

"Have a nice day, Juliette" Bridget wished her.

"You too, Bridget" Juliette responded as she left. Bridget then drove off to find herself a driver's licence under her name instead of using Siobhan's. She had been Siobhan for so long now she didn't want to be her anymore. She wanted to be Bridget again.

The apartment building.

Andrew picked up the mail at his home and then he went to his office. When he had arrived there he noticed there was a letter addressed to Siobhan between the bills and magazines. He just put it aside to look at the bills while he drank his morning coffee. As soon as he finished paying the bills he looked at his schedule for the day and started to look for some new investments which could make his company a better profit. Several hours later he heard a knock on his door.

"Enter." He said as he looked over the latest projection on the high frequency trading project and they were looking quite good. He would be able to pay off his debts in about four years if he could keep it up.

"Hey, hard at work I see." He heard Bridget come in.

"What time is it?" he wondered how long he had been working.

"It's about half past eleven. I just got back from town. I had to file for a driver's licence. Mine got lost." She answered as she sat down on the chair opposing him.

"Oh, did you get one?" he asked

"A temporary one but in two weeks everything will be in order. When will Tim arrive?" she said as she pulled out a small bag from her bag.

"In an hour." he answered as he looked at her. She pulled out a burger from the bag and handed it to him. He accepted it and started to eat. He felt quite hungry. Bridget started to eat her own one looking at him. When they finished Andrew thanked her for the food. She cleaned up his desk where some crumbs had fallen on. It was at that moment that Andrew remembered the letter and pulled it out to show her.

"I found this in the mail this morning. It was addressed to Siobhan. Any idea who might be writing her?" He wondered while Bridget looked at it. She recognised the handwriting right away. She knew it well.

"This is Siobhan's handwriting, why would she write to herself." Bridget recognised her sister's handwriting.

"You can tell it's her handwriting, how?" Andrew asked.

"I was always jealous about her handwriting so I tried to copy it a lot when we were teenagers. I wasn't so good at it as she was. That's how I know."

"I hadn't noticed the difference. How could you?" He wanted to know making Bridget take a piece of paper from his desk and then she copied the writing on the envelope.

"Take a good look and you'll notice the difference." She said as she handed him the piece of paper. He looked at it and noticed that some of the syllables were somewhat off compared to Siobhan's. At first glance they looked similar but now he saw the difference. Bridget opened the letter and started reading it.

Dear Siobhan,

I know it's been a while since I left but I want you to do something for me. I've been in New York until a few days ago. I was pregnant when I left and I gave birth to twins a week ago. I want you to take care of them until all this has blown over. You can find them at Good Shephard's Memorial Hospital. I'm returning to Wyoming to turn myself over to the authorities and do what I should have done in the first place. I hope you wouldn't mind taking care of them while I'm gone but I'll be back soon and get them of your hands. My regards to Juliette and Andrew.

Love,

Bridget.

"She's got a lot of nerve." Bridget said as soon as she had finished reading it while handing it to Andrew who read it too. She wondered what scheme Siobhan was planning now. Leaving her with the twins? It didn't make sense. Siobhan wanted her dead because of what happened Sean and she now just hands her the twins. She felt as if her head was spinning.

"Do you really think she's abandoning our children?" Andrew wondered as he thought about Sean. This didn't sound like a mother and Siobhan was a mother before. Bridget had told him all about the time Bridget helped Siobhan raise her son. It seemed like Bridget was the one with the better parenting skills but it wouldn't necessary mean Siobhan was a bad parent herself.

"No, she knows we're watching the hospital. Now she is giving us exactly what she wants. She wants me to take care of her children until she has come up with a plan to get me out of the way long enough to get her children back and possibly trying to get back to being your wife." Bridget said bitterly still wondering why Siobhan wanted her to do this.

"She won't get that chance. I'll make sure of it." Andrew said as he laid down the letter. His phone started ringing making him pick it up. It was the hospital. The doctor told that the results of the paternity test were in and the test confirmed him to be the father of the children. He thanked the doctor and then ended the phone call with a smile.

"They're mine..." He said looking at Bridget who smiled back at him "I'm the father. Juliette now finally has her whish. She always wanted a little brother or sister. Now she has two sisters. Since we now know that Siobhan leaves them in our care we will pick them up next week."

"So this means I'll be a full time babysitter from now on. We need to talk about something else. Although I like fast cars I don't like driving them." Bridget brought up the car she was driving.

"Don't worry,I already looked around for another car. There is this town car I've leased in your name. As long as you stay with me I'll be taking care of the bills." He said as she looked at him surprised "I wouldn't want you to wreck my favourite car."

"Neither would I. It's a great car, just not for me." Bridget agreed.

"The new car will arrive in two days at the Hamptons." He told her making her feel more at ease. A few moments later Tim entered the office with a file under his arm.

"Hello Andrew, Bridget I presume. Here are the pictures I received from my PI, why would you want to see them?" He asked them while he handed them the file. Andrew opened it and saw the pictures of Henry and Siobhan together. He noticed a difference in Siobhan's figure.

"She was pregnant in these pictures" he said as he showed them to Bridget.

"That's right. Why didn't you notice?" Bridget asked Tim who was now the one feeling a fool.

"So you were pretending to be her while she was with my son in law all this time." he stated.

"Not the whole time. When I first arrived here Henry thought I was Siobhan and he wanted to continue what he had with Siobhan but I broke off the affair and told him to stay with Gemma. I couldn't do this to her. She was supposed to be Siobhan's best friend. Some friend she turned out to be. A few weeks later she found out I wasn't Siobhan. She asked me to help her prove Henry's infidelity but I turned her down. Now I regret I didn't go along with her. She'd probably still be alive." Bridget said while she tried to hold back the tears "If I had told anyone else sooner who I really was this wouldn't have happened. If I had just trusted Agent Machado I wouldn't have been here at all."

"So I heard, my daughter's death is not your fault. It's that bitch sister of your's I think is responsible for her death." Tim said with a lot of hate in his voice. Bridget wondered where all this hate was coming from. Maybe Gemma's death had affected him more than Bridget imagined.

"It's mine too. At the time I trusted the wrong man and he ended up killing Gemma." Bridget regretted her mistake in all this.

"You're not the only one who trusted the wrong people. I was sure that Olivia wasn't scheming me out of my money. If it hadn't been for Henry I wouldn't have known what was going on here. I saved this company since it still had potential and the plan Andrew came up with to save his company could work. What it needed was a lot of money to make it work. I had some money to spare and soon this company will be on top again. How is the plan working?" Tim asked.

"I've seen the latest projections and they look rather well but it's still too soon to tell. If we can keep it up the way it looks now this company will be back on its feet in four years but that is only if the market doesn't crash again." Andrew told Tim with a rather serious face. Tim knew this all too well. He had been in this business for quite some time and seen his share of crashes. Nothing compared to the 2007 crash but still he lost money in the process.

"Can we get back to Siobhan?" Bridget asked as she was looking at a picture.

"Sure, we need to find her and bring her to justice." Tim said as he looked at Bridget who was in thought for a while.

"Doesn't this look like a laptop." she wondered.

"Yes, it's Henry's. Do you think she was using it to check out the money she had taken from the company." Tim concluded.

"The picture is too blurred to make up anything but I bet if some IT guy would look through Henry's laptop he could find some evidence on the hard drive. Do you think Henry would be willing to give up his laptop?" Andrew suggested.

"As long as he can make a copy of his supposed book I think he wouldn't mind. I'll pick it up this afternoon and let one of my guys check it out." Tim said.

"Actually I know someone better for the job." Andrew said as he pulled out his phone.

"Who are you thinking about?" Bridget asked.

"Your friend Malcolm. I know where he is. Since he used to teach computer science at university I set up a newsgroup trying to track him. If he was as good as he claimed he would get the message." Andrew answered while the phone was going over. As soon as Malcolm picked up Andrew asked him to come back to New York because he had a job for him. He needed someone he could trust for the job. Malcolm agreed to it as long as he wasn't in any danger. Andrew told him that Bridget was alright and that he would be protected too. Malcolm was surprised about the fact that Andrew knew the secret they had kept from him. As soon as they had hung up Andrew told Tim to bring the laptop to his office and they would look at it together once Malcolm had finished his job. This was for all of them a sign to get back to what they were supposed to be doing. Bridget and Tim left the office while Andrew started to go over his work.

While Tim and Bridget were taking the elevator down he looked at her with a serious face. Bridget pretended not to notice but she knew he was probably thinking she was Siobhan.

"Gemma once told me that the two of you spent a night at the beach house in the Hamptons. She told me that for a while she was very attracted to you and tried to kiss you. Is that true?" He asked.

"Sorry, you're talking to the wrong sister. When was that anyway?" she responded.

"That was eighteen months ago." he answered remembering how upset his daughter was about having feelings for Siobhan. She thought of herself as a lesbian for a while but Tim reassured her she wasn't. If she were she wouldn't have married Henry so easily. Gemma never showed signs of being interested in women like that either. Maybe Siobhan had done something to her that night.

"I'd probably been strung out at the time. I'm an addict... pills were my poison of choice at the time. If you'd have someone check my blood there would still be traces of it in there. Minor traces but they're still there. There is always some residual evidence in an addict's blood. You want to check?" Bridget asked as she looked at him a bit angered.

"I'm sorry but I'm not that easily convinced but since you are pretty sure that I won't be able to prove you are Siobhan. I apologise for being so blunt to you. You said Gemma found out who you were. How did she find out?" he wondered.

"I told her since she wanted to know who Henry was sleeping with so I told her and that's when me she asked to set him up as Siobhan but if I agreed to that plan my cover would be blown as well." Bridget answered.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time, I guess but she could have played it differently. If she had told me what she had found out about you and the affair between Siobhan and Henry I would have done something to put you out of harms way while I would still be able to get Henry and Siobhan out of our life. It would have taken some time but eventually I would get there. Unfortunately this Delario got to Gemma first." He said as he tried to hold his tears back.

"I tried to get her back alive. Delario came to ask for a ransom a few days after she had been kidnapped. Andrew and I were at the station to pay him off but since Henry didn't trust me at the time he called the cops. Delario didn't show and he had killed her later that evening. When I heard the news of her death I felt guilty about not having been able to help her." Bridget said as all the feelings of that night came back to her.

"You did what you could. This Delario was killed as well that night. I'm sure Siobhan had something to do with that since Gemma had found out about you and somehow Siobhan was told so she took Gemma out of the game she was playing with the rest of us." Tim told her as he put an arm around her "Gemma should have met you first instead of your sister. You'd been a better friend to her than Siobhan was. Siobhan possibly wouldn't have wanted to get Gemma killed but it happened and it was her responsibility to keep her dog on a leash."

They had left the building already where he saw Andrew's Porche.

"He lets you drive that car? He must really trust you." He continued

"Actually, he already leased another car for me for as long we're staying in the Hamptons. Which is good thinking by the way since I don't trust myself behind the wheel of this car." Bridget said as she opened the car door and got in. Tim smiled and said goodbye as he stepped in his limo.