I don't know if I could take more than chapter 4! If I need help I might have to come to you. Let you write all my sex scenes. lol.

My vote is Amy's POV, just because it's easier to imagine....well, never mind. ::blushes::

OK, can I just have a little talk with Amy? Amy, pick up the phone and call him!

Ciaddict, member of the Edge of Your Seat Club

The plot thickens. Bobby has to find out sooner or later about this. Great chapter. I'll leave the love scenes to you and others that can write them well. I generally use the fade to black approach or the boot scene, because I prefer to just leave it up to the imagination of the reader...

Thanks. Bobby will find out about this, just hope ya'll like the way he finds out.....

Hmm....nothing new here or on Haven. Wonder who else I can bug? Hey, Quaxo hasn't posted a new chapter in a while, maybe I'll go bug her.

soooo, when's the next Annie installment coming up????

Annie who? I'm working on it. I got sidetracked this week by Kevin "wide 9" on Please Note.

Here's Chapter 6. I hope you like it. This procedural stuff is hard to write, so I'm slowing down.....as usual, all the disclaimers apply, thanks to DW, I don't own anyone you don't know, etc, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, yada.......

Chapter 6 The Murder

July 15, 2008 Central Park, New York City

She was found near the south entrance to the park, in the bushes near the gate. The sight of her made even the most seasoned police officer sick to his stomach. No one could recall seeing a murder that brutal, that gruesome in Central Park in recent memory.

It was obvious the body was a blonde female; beyond that was anyone's guess. It would be up to the Medical Examiner's Office to piece together her identity, to help them discover who she was so her family could be contacted.

Everyone who encountered this horrific case wanted to see justice served.



July 17, 2008 Major Case Squad, One Police Plaza, New York City

"Eames, my office please," ordered Captain Dan Ross.

Detective Alexandra Eames looked across at her desk and locked eyes with Detective Robert Goren, her long-time partner. He shrugged and went back to studying the case file open on his desk.

Eames pushed back from her desk, rose and walked into the Captain's office, wondering why he would only want to talk to one of them and not both.

"Close the door please," the captain said, sitting down at his desk.

Eames did as he requested and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"I need to you see this first," the captain said, passing a case file across the desk to her.

She quickly skimmed the first page, then looked back up at Ross in surprise. "The Central Park murder from 2 days ago? I thought that was a Jane Doe homicide? Why give it to us?"

"Keep reading. Look at what the ME's office sent over late yesterday."

"The body has been positively identified as Laura Wainwright." Eames looked up in shock. "THE Laura Wainwright?"

"Yes, the beautiful young socialite, wife of Adam Wainwright III, known as "Trey". The daughter - in - law of Amy Wainwright, the owner of Wainwright Estates Winery and heir to the late billionaire industrialist Adam Wainwright. THAT Laura Wainwright. Now you know why the case was thrown to us after the ID was made."

"I'm sure. So, why talk to me without Bobby around?"

"Keep looking. The researchers included pictures of Laura from before she was attacked."

Eames flipped a few more pages in the file, then stopped and stared at one in particular. The photo her hand showed Laura with her husband Trey at a recent gallery opening. "Oh, my God! The young man in this picture…..he looks almost exactly like…" Her voice trailed off and she moved her head to the left, indicating her partner sitting out in the bullpen.

Ross nodded in agreement. "That's why I called you in here. The Chief of Detectives wants you and Goren on the case, as does the DA, the Mayor and the Governor. Once word of the ID gets out, all of the New York big-money social scene will want someone's head on a silver platter."

"But, we can't. Conflict of interest."

"We don't know that for sure; it could just be coincidence," Ross stated. "For now, you two take the case. But, play it by the book. I don't want anything to mess up getting a conviction on the bastard who did this to that young woman. Let me see the file again."

Eames hands him the file and watches him as he thumbs quickly through it.

"Good. There's another picture of Laura in here; one without her husband. I'll keep this one. Watch your partner closely, and don't hesitate to call me if there's a problem." He handed the case file back to Eames.

"I will, Captain. Thank you for the heads up."

"Just close it quickly and keep me posted. That'll be all, Detective," said Captain Ross.

Eames walked out of the Captain's office and sat down at her desk. She quietly read all of the case file this time, pausing to take notes. She became aware of Bobby watching her, but said nothing and continued to study the case file.

"Uh, Eames? You got something you want to share with me," Bobby asked her as he indicated the case file with a wave of his hand.

Eames looked up at him. "It's the Central Park murder. They've identified the Jane Doe and the Chief of D's and the Mayor's office want us on the case. It's pretty gruesome. Are you sure you want to see?" Bobby had his hand stuck out for the file before she finished talking.

"Of course I want to see. This case has been all over the news the last several days. I've been jealous of Homicide…" Bobby's voice trailed off as he began to scan the horrible photos. "This-this is clearly rage," he stammered, looking up at her with horror and pain in his eyes. "These slashes here… and these marks here…." He indicated the photos. "I, I've got to get down to the morgue."

Bobby quickly closed the file, scooping it up along with his leather binder, grabbed his coat and headed for the elevator. He was single-minded now, focused on this case, this woman, determined to see justice done.

There he goes, like a blood hound on a scent, Eames thought, as she grabbed her own things and hurried after him.



They spent several hours in the morgue. Bobby poured over the autopsy report, confirming his suspicions and asking myriad questions of Elizabeth Rodgers, the Medical Examiner. He looked at and studied every photograph, every x-ray, every mark on her body; pored over the toxicology report and read every note Dr. Rodgers had taken during the course of her investigation. He was piecing together a picture of the crime scene in his head, profiling the beast who could do such damage to a woman.

It sickened him inside to see such a beautiful young person in such a horrid state. Whoever had done this to her had been extremely angry. Her face had been beaten to a pulp, multiple stab wounds covered her torso, her legs and arms appeared to have been beaten repeatedly with a blunt object. Unknowingly, the perpetrator of this horrendous crime had merely served to fuel the passion for justice inside the officer, and the Detective Goren who left the morgue was even more determined and more focus than the one who went in.

As they stepped out of the morgue, Eames' cell phone rang. "Eames." She listened for a moment then thanked the caller and turned towards Goren. "Laura's parents are on their way here to identify and claim her body. Should we talk to them now?"

"Let's wait. What's in that other room will be tough enough for them to handle without having to deal with our questions," he replied.

Mr. and Mrs. Edwards were already in the lobby of the Medical Examiner's building when Goren and Eames stepped off the elevator. It was hard to avoid them, as they made a bee line for the two detectives.

"Can you tell us anything? Is that our daughter in there," a distraught Mrs. Edwards asked them.

"Now, Leslie, these people are not medical examiners, they can't answer that for us. Come, sit down. Dr. Rodgers will be here shortly," Mr. Edwards said quietly, as he led his upset wife back to the chairs lining the wall in the waiting area.

Eames made her way to the door, but was stopped half-way by Bobby's hand on her shoulder. She could tell by the look on his face and the way he shifted his feet that they would not be leaving here without first talking to the Edwards.

She approached the couple carefully, pulling out her badge as she addressed them. "I'm Detective Eames and this is my partner, Detective Goren," she began, indicating Bobby with her hand. "We're with the Major Case Squad, and we've been here investigating your daughter's murder."

Mrs. Edwards gasped loudly and began to weep.

"Yes, the victim has been identified as your daughter. I'm terribly sorry for your loss," said Bobby softly. "Would you mind us asking you just a few quick questions? They'll be easy ones, I promise. We'll save the harder ones for later," he smiled tenderly at them.

"I'll answer a few questions for you, Detective Goren," answered Dennis Edwards. "I don't think my wife will be much help right now."

"I understand. News like this is very hard to take." Bobby sat down near the couple and opened his binder.

"What was your daughter doing in that section of the park? I believe the police report said the bo – she was wearing running clothes. Does – did she run regularly in the park?"

"Yes," Edwards nodded. "Ever since the baby was born, Laura had been running every other day to get back in shape. She was training for the marathon."

"What time did she prefer to run?"

"She usually left at 5:30 on the mornings she ran, and would be gone several hours. I've gone with her a couple of times recently, and she would be in that area by 6:30."

Bobby was taking notes, and he put a star by the time her father indicated, and glanced up at Eames. She shook her head slightly.

"Well, I think that's enough for now. You've given us a lot to go on. Thank you for your help, Mr. Edwards." Bobby stood and shook the man's hand, then leaned towards his wife. "Again, Mrs. Edwards, I'm terribly sorry for your loss."

"Thank you for your time," said Eames. "Here's our card. We'll be in touch later."

As the detectives rode back up in the elevator to MCS, Goren flipped through the police report, comparing that with the notes he took while speaking with the Edwards. "Mr. Edwards said Laura usually got to the south entrance by 6:30 am. Her body was found around 9 am….somebody knew she would be there at that time, had been watching her for a while. This was no random act, it was deliberate. Someone planned this, Eames."

"Now all we have to do is figure out why," she replied grimly.

Thanks for the update. Is that guy in the picture Goren's son? If so, him and Amy are going to be in for a very interesting meeting. Good job.

Thanks, Amanda. As to your question, my lips are sealed. I'll never tell....well, maybe not just yet. You'll have to wait to find out. Even I'm not sure how things are going to work out, and it's MY story!

Another great chapter... The only thing is you forgot that the ME is IN 1PP not in another location.

Aw, shoot. Guess I never really realized that before. Should I go edit and fix it?

It's not a big thing, I was just being a horrible nit picker...

Hey, nit-picking helps us to be better writers....

Ooh this is good and getting interesting. Now I really want more and I want it yesterday. It would seem things are coming out in the open, so to speak. Love it FM.

Well you know how I feel about the story already. I'm on the edge of my seat. But I feel like a terrible beta--I noticed the M.E. thing. But I wasn't sure if I just assumed the office was at 1 PP or do we know that for sure, so I let it alone. I should have mentioned it at least. So sorry.

I think you are off to a good start on the procedural part. That's something I can't write, but I love to read them and yours has me hooked!

No prob on the no mention. Janx has started a thread where we can all keep up with the basics. We need to mention what's in the 1PP building, so others don't make the same mistake I did.

I'm glad you like my procedural part so far. It's what has me the most nervous........

You know I LOVE IT! Of course, I feel like a very bad beta cause I didn't catch the whole ME thing.......oh well. I look harder next time!

If you want to know my take.

And, what if you're right, JRyan? Are you going to quit reading my story? I hope not!

Glad you're enjoying it.

NONE of us caught the ME thing......I'm going to put it on Janx's thread about canon so we'll ALL get it right next time.

You're doing a great job helping me out. Glad you love it.

Noooo never.

Ok, just checking. You have given me some ideas for when Amy and Bobby meet up again.....I've been mulling over what they will say to each other......

"Amy, you look fiiiiiiine!'

"Oh Bigfoot!"


Sorry, couldn't resist.

Don't forget to vote in the "You have moved to New York thread sequel .What will you wear on your date with Bobby.


Hope you don't mind Flashymom.

No, don't mind. You already have my input.

I'm back from my vacation. Think I'll hang out in here and avoid doing laundry. Besides, it's raining here and I don't really feel like getting out and running errands in the rain.....

do laundry, write the next chapter, ehhh let them wear stinky clothes I say, lol

jcsavestheday still hasn't weighed in with her take on Ch 7 yet, but she HAS given me great ideas for chapter 8 and "the rest of the story" which will help me carry it over to the ending....Ch 8 is about done, hopefully the rest will start to fall in place quickly.

pulls up a beanbag chair and waits.

::flashymom enters pushing meal cart in front of her. She proceeds to set the table and places a plate and tumbler at one of the places. The plate bears veal parmesan from Sal's and the glass contains Glenlivit. She sets the bottle containing the rest of the Scotch on the counter and returns the meal cart to the hallway.::

There. If THAT doesn't encourage Bobby to come in here and sit down and talk to me about this story, I don't know what will.

::Hands JRyan plate of tacos and cheesecake, then sits on sofa and eats from her own plate of tacos::

Well, JRyan, now we wait....

::peeks in to see if chapter 7 is up yet::

Not yet, huh? Well, personally I think you need to take the Veal Parmesan and Glenlivit away from Bobby--he seems to be delaying things just so he can keep enjoying these perks. But I brought some more tacos and cheesecake to see if that will help you.

Just in case you have forgotten, let me remind you where we left off. Back in 1983, Amy has just discovered that she is pregnant (and BTW, Flashymom is refusing to let me counsel Amy about talking to Bobby). And in the present day we have a murdered woman in the park who we know is Amy's daughter-in-law, but Bobby hasn't discovered that particular fact yet.

Also, just a teaser--I've actually read chapter 7 and it's really good! But FM was still working on it and tweaking it, so I don't know if I've read the final version. I'm not trying to be pushy or anything......but, is it done yet?

::fm looks a the 2 empty bottles of Glenlivit on the table:: Yeah, ciaddict, I think you're right. I think Bobby IS taking advantage of the situation. ::Clears off table and looks over at Bobby, who is now sleeping off the food and drink on the sofa, his head in JRyan's lap:: And, he certainly isn't talkin' to ANYONE right now! Men! ::huffs off to kitchen to wash dishes::

Oh, back on topic -- as soon as I hear back from one last person, I'll post chapter 7....hopefully today.

runs her fingers through his hair and his beard, oooo wonders if she should peak and see if the nick name bigfoot really goes with the other rumor while he is asleep. I am a nurse it would be totally professional. {Looks to see if anyone is looking}

flashymom looks over from the sink, sees what JRyan is about to do, and tiptoes over with a big grin on her face. Very carefully, JRyan reaches for the waistband of his scrubs and begins to lift them up...suddenly, Bobby snorts in his sleep and rolls over, burying his face in JRyan's lap, and shifting on the couch to settle back in. JRyan snatches her hand away quickly as flashymom jumps back and covers her mouth with both hands. Both try not to laugh, but a few stray snickers escape as JRyan shrugs at flashymom. FM whispers very softly in JRyan's ear, "well, I don't blame you for trying." and heads back into the kitchen to finish cleaning up......"Darn," thinks J. "Well, better luck next time!"

::flashymom enters room bearing next chapter of her story and lots of boxes of tissues. Posts story, leaves tissues on coffee table::

Once again, all the usual disclaimers apply..........

Chapter 7 – Amy’s Choice

“Well, you are definitely pregnant,” Dr. Watkins told Amy. “From the sonogram it appears to be a healthy, intrauterine pregnancy, about 9 weeks along, placenta looks good…..” He flipped through the file in front of him and continued, “Lab work looks great. All in all, you should do just fine, Amy.” The kindly older man looked up at her and smiled. “Do you have any questions for me?”

Amy looked at him and said hesitantly, “I-I’m not sure I want to keep this baby yet. What’s the longest I can wait before getting an abortion?”

“Amy, I’m not a big fan of abortions, but if that’s what you really want to do, they can be safely done up until week 12. After that, it becomes harder for you and for the baby.”

Amy thought for a minute and then said, “OK, thank you, Dr. Watkins. I’ll let you know something in a few days.”

Dr. Watkins escorted Amy out the door of his office and down to the nurses’ alcove, where he left her in the capable hands of Abby Ryan. “I need to see her back in 6 weeks, please, Abby,” said Dr. Watkins. He gave Amy’s arm a squeeze, then turned and walked back down the hall.

“Here are your prenatal vitamin samples and a prescription for a 3 month supply,” said Nurse Ryan, handing Amy a small paper bag and a blue sheet of paper. “This card has your next appointment on it as well as my direct phone number. If you have any questions at all, you call me.”

She looked at Amy and saw the tears welling up in her eyes. “Shay, child! It’ll be all right.” She wrapped Amy in a big hug and held her for a moment, then pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Trust me, you’ll be fine.”

Amy stepped out into the waiting room and saw Michelle. Michelle had graciously driven her to this appointment, telling Amy that she would stand by her side through the whole pregnancy if Amy needed her to.

“Amy,” Michelle asked.

“Can we go back to the dorm, please,” Amy said.

Back at the dorm, Michelle asked Amy what the doctor said.

“He said it’s a normal pregnancy, I’m healthy and everything will be fine. He also said I have until week 12 to get an abortion.” Amy let her last comment hang in the air.

Michelle stared at her. “You’re kidding me, right? An abortion? You? You are the last person I expected to hear say that. You love kids. Why would you want to put yourself through that? Why not just tell Bobby and see what happens?”

“I can’t. It would ruin everything for him,” Amy sobbed.

“You don’t know that. Tell him.”

“Michelle, he’s CID. A cop. A military cop. A very busy military cop. He’s gone all the time solving cases. Plus, I don’t want to be an Army wife. AND, I don’t know that I want to be married to him. Or, that he would want to be married to me. I messed up my life, I can’t mess up his.”

Michelle walked over to Amy and gave her a hug. “Then at least call and tell your parents. They need to know they’re going to be grandparents.”

Amy’s parents were not thrilled at the news of her pregnancy. After several long hours of arguing and yelling back and forth at each other, they came to tenuous terms. Against their better judgement, her parents agreed not to say anything, to keep her pregnancy a secret. They would leave it up to Amy to tell Bobby. They trusted her, but did counsel her to strongly consider having the baby. Adoption would be okay with them, but due to their strong religious beliefs abortion was not an option.

Due to the potential embarrassment for AJ if word got around the military base that the Commanding Officer’s daughter was pregnant out of wedlock, the decision was made for Amy not to visit Germany while her father was still stationed there. Sadly, Amy agreed, knowing it was for the best. AJ & Elizabeth would visit Amy at her grandparents’ home over Christmas.

The next phone call Amy made was to her grandparents. Grandpa AJ had always been her “go to guy” growing up, the one person she could always talk to about anything. He and her Grandma A had provided Amy with the stability she needed during all the moves her father’s military career had put them through. She trusted his advice, and sought it out whenever the world seemed to close in on her. He had been there for her when Rodger betrayed her and Amy knew he’d be there for her now.

As Amy dialed the phone, she hoped and prayed that her Grandpa AJ would take the news well. Her grandfather’s approval meant everything to her, and she feared his disappointment would be her undoing.

AJ, Senior took the news that he was going to be a great-grandfather better than Amy expected. Amy’s grandfather would not hear of her having an abortion or giving the baby up for adoption, insisting that he would personally raise the child to keep that from happening. He and Amelia ultimately decided that they would move to College Station and buy a house. Amy would move in with them and Michelle would be welcome to live there, as well. This would provide Amy with the privacy and comfort she would need during her pregnancy. While they were not pleased with Amy’s situation, they knew she would need their support and help.

Amy hung up the phone and sighed. “Michelle, my grandparents are buying a house and moving down here until the baby is born. Can you believe it? I’m outnumbered; I guess I have no choice but to keep the baby.”

Michelle looked at her seriously. Amy knew what was coming next, but waited for Michelle to ask her anyway. “Amy. You ARE going to tell Bobby, aren’t you? He needs to know. He DESERVES to know. None of us will think less of you if you don’t, but please know that I think you are making a terrible mistake NOT telling him.”

“I know. I just don’t think I can go through with it. It’s so hard for me to trust men, after what Rodger put me through. I want to think the best of Bobby, but…..

“But, what?”

“Well, we never really talked about what our plans were after the summer. We planned the phone calls and writing, but that was about it. We never really talked about our future, or about us in the future. I told him I might be going back for Christmas, but that was nothing definite, because Mom and Dad weren’t sure what their plans were…..”

“You’re really scared to tell him, aren’t you,” Michelle asked her.

Amy just nodded, tears welling up in her eyes again.

Michelle hugged her tightly. “Aw baby, it’ll be all right. You have a whole week to figure out what you want to say to him. It’ll be fine.” Michelle stroked her best friend’s hair, and held her while she cried.

When next Thursday finally came, Amy took the initiative and called Bobby first, much to his surprise and delight.

“You know,” said Amy. “There is one thing we didn’t talk about before I left.”

“Oh, really? We were kind of, um, occupied that last day,” Bobby replied mischievously. “What were you thinking about in particular?”

“Where do we go from here,” Amy said. “Are we in a long-term, committed relationship, or was this summer just a casual fling?”

“Why are you asking, Amy?” Bobby could feel the fear and panic begin to well up inside him as he spoke.

“Because I don’t think I want a long-distance relationship. It’s just too hard. I want to be able to go out and do things with you and you’re not here. I want to be able to go out with other guys if I’m interested and not feel guilty about you and me. I mean, I don’t expect you to sit around waiting for Thursday so we can talk. I would think you would be interested in going out and doing things, even dating…..”

Bobby got very quiet on his end of the line. This was NOT what he was expecting, but he understood where she was coming from. Even so, the thought that she would want them to break off their relationship, after what they’d been through over the summer, came as a shock to him and he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

“You’re right; I’m not there. I wish things were different and I could be there,” he said emphatically. “I hate not being able to be with you, to see you, to hold you….After everything you told me over the summer, it sounds like it would be fun dating you at A&M. I can ask you not to date other people, tell you that I don’t want to end our relationship, but unless you really want it, too….” Bobby let his voice trail off, hoping Amy would hear the emotion in it.

Amy DID hear the emotion in Bobby’s voice, and it cut her to the core. Damn him for caring about me so much, she thought. Please don’t make this any harder than it has to be.

“Oh, Bobby, I know this isn’t how either one of us thought it would be; I wish things were different, too. I wish you could be here, but you can’t. I just can’t sit around waiting for the phone to ring and going to class.”

Amy took a deep breath and continued on before Bobby could stop her. “I don’t want to be a soldier’s wife. I don’t want to move every two or three years. I hated it growing up and I don’t want that kind of life for my kids.”

Her volume rose as she continued on; all the hurt and emotion of growing up in the military had finally broken loose and she was crying now as she poured her heart out to Bobby. “I don’t want to live in fear that the next person at my front door is there to tell me that my husband has been injured, or captured, or worse, killed, in some war zone half a world away.”

“Amy, don’t do this,” Bobby begged her softly, tears filling his eyes, his heart hurting for her. More than anything, he wanted to take her in his arms and hold her, dry her tears, and tell her things would be all right, that they would be all right. But he couldn’t, not because of the distance between them, but because he knew that everything she said was true.

“What if your next assignment takes you some place where you can’t call or write me regularly,” Amy asked him emotionally. “Or, or, some place where I can’t come visit you, or even live with you if we were to get married? What kind of life is that?” Amy sobbed quietly now, pausing before she continued. Bobby said nothing, afraid to set her off again.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, Bobby,” Amy said, her voice a lot quieter now. “I knew I would hurt you having to talk to you about it. A long-distance relationship wouldn’t be fair to either one of us; there’s no guarantee that you and I would ever work out, so….I’m sorry.”

Bobby had made that guarantee to himself, but it was now obvious that Amy hadn’t. “Amy, I don’t think anything I say or do will be able to change your mind,” he said sadly. “May I still call you next Thursday, just to say hi and check on you?”

“OK,” Amy replied. “You can check on me next week, as a friend.”

Bobby cringed. “Yeah, Amy, as a friend. Listen, I have to go now, I had a busy day today. Heavy caseload and the Captain wants me to get caught up with my paperwork. I’ll talk to you next week. Will you be all right?”

“I will. Goodbye, Bobby,” said Amy slowly, hating that it sounded so final.

“’Bye, Amy…” said Bobby. He had heard the finality in her voice, and as he hung up the phone, his heart sank. To hell with paperwork, he thought to himself. What I need is a walk.

He grabbed his overcoat and headed for the door. A walk and a smoke would clear his head. It always had before.

Amy hung the phone back up on its wall cradle, and sank slowly down to the floor. Hot wet tears ran silently down her cheeks and she lowered her head to her knees. Her heart hurt. Hurt worse than she had expected. The ending of that phone call had seemed so final, more final than she had expected, and she realized that she had cared for Bobby more than she had previously admitted to herself.

Was she making a mistake, not telling him about her pregnancy? She couldn’t go back now; she wouldn’t let herself go back and try to undo the damage she had just done to him, and to herself. Because, she had to admit, she had fallen in love with Bobby Goren; fallen in love with him and didn’t even realize it until now.

Going back and trying to undo it would mess everything up, she told herself. He doesn’t need to be saddled with a wife and a child right now, not at our age. We’re too young. We’d just mess everything up. It really is better this way.

But Amy’s heart refused to believe it, and she sat on the floor and wept.

Oh, poor Amy. Sometimes what seems logical isn't what we really want to do. But Bobby is going to find out eventually... Good job.

Thank you. Ciaddict keeps begging me to let her talk to Amy, but Amy doesn't even listen to me right now! I'm glad you liked it.

very touching, wonder how he will feel when he does find out. He was so angry at frank for not telling his mom about Donny.

He hasn't told me yet how he feels about it...

Another great chapter FM!

Thanks, Janx!

Anybody need more tissues?

I told you before, and I'll tell you again---great job!!!

Now, what's Bobby going to say when he findds out........

::sobs uncontrollably:: Oh please let ciaddict talk to Amy, I beg you. She will get thru to Amy. Don't let Amy do this, please. God if I wasn't depressed and sad enough, this made it worse. I still loved reading it and great writing. I know Bobby will find out later, it's just the circumstances. I am getting curious. PPMS

Here, have some more tissues and cheesecake. ::hands cifan70 the tissues, fixes a plate of cheesecake and places it on the coffee table in front of her::

Hey, ya'll. I know this is not how you wanted things to go, BUT -- this is AMY's story, and like she's already said, "we're young".......

Thanks. ::wipes eyes and eats cheesecake but still sobbing:: I just hate seeing the forum like this. It is very depressing and to see members (me included) lose their statuses just makes me very angry and upset. I lost absolutely everything and have no way to get it back and I don't see anyone higher up helping us.

I know it is AMY's story and I am seeing the bigger picture. I just love reading the romantic stuff even though I am NOT one in RL and can't write it to save my life. Combination of the forum and the story and I just lost it all. Sorry.

Oh good, FM brought LOTS of tissues! And cheesecake!

::wipes tears and sits down with a HUGE slice of Triple Chocolate Cheesecake::

Sigh....that helps. I guess I should be more understanding. With my first story, people were pretty upset when Annie's baby died. But you just have to let a story go where it's going to go, right? Of course, at least Annie had Bobby to get through it. Amy is going to go through this alone. ::SOB:: I need another piece of cheesecake!


Oh, have I mentioned that I love this story and am completely wrapped up in it? So, um....where's chapter 8?

Chapter 8?? Oh right, has FM sent that one out to us betas yet? I'm really looking forward to seeing what Bobby does next. . . .

Yes, I've sent you beta girls chapter 8. jc shot it full of more holes than a piece of swiss cheese -- she's so good at the procedural stuff and I totally botched it -- so I'm struggling to re-write it.......

I'm glad ya'll like how it's going so far, even tho it's sad.

And, ciaddict -- Amy is NOT going through it "alone", she's got Grandpa AJ on her side, and he's quite the character. Michelle ends up being the godmother (that doesn't give away much, trust me), plus the nanny......so no worries, my dears, Amy and the baby will be just fiiiiiine!

Hand me a piece of that cheesecake, will ya? I'm stuck trying to get out of Chapter 8. Maybe cheesecake and tacos will help?

::peeks in::

Anything yet? No? OK.

::brings in a new supply of tacos and cheesecake::

Every time you or Judy post a new chapter, it motivates me to work on mine. So I guess I'll go check on Annie. Unless you have something else you want me to do. You know, like read another chapter. No pressure, just checking.