Detective Peter Hurst doublechecked his gun as he climbed the steps to
Sloan Parker's apartment.
After several hours of futile searching he had finally tracked down Tom
Daniels.

Rounding the corner Peter checked his jacket pocket to make sure the
arrest warrant was still there.
With the DNA results back and the overwhelming circumstantial evidence
Krieg had decided they had enough to make a case against the FBI agent.

Satisfied that everything was going as planned Hurst came to a stop in
front of Sloan's apartment and raised his hand to knock.

Ed Tate perched himself on the left arm of the sofa. Tom sat in a chair
next to Sloan's fireplace while Ray leaned against the kitchen counter.
Ed was concerned that through this telepathic link Tom might find out
about the baby. That finding out about the baby might throw him for a
complete loop.
The last thing that Sloan needed right now was Daniels turning tail and
running.
All Ed could do was pray that Sloan's faith in Tom wasn't a one way
street.

Tom closed his eyes and blocked everything out.
The noise from the street below.
The emotions radiating from Ed and Ray.
He concentrated on Sloan's scent that still hung through out her home.

Tom reached out with his mind. For once in his life completely giving
into his feelings.
/Sloan....../
When his mind touched hers pain slapped back with such force that it
nearly knocked the wind out of him.
Without opening his eyes he held up a hand palm forward to signal to
Tate that everything was fine.
Ed exchanged a concerned glance with Ray but reluctantly sat back down.

Tom took a deep breath clearing his mind and made another attempt to
break through the wall of pain.
He sifted through her emotions like a seeve.
Fear.
Pain.
Anxiety.
Worry.

Tom started as he realized what was the main focus of Sloan's fear.
Not for herself......
Fear for the........
For the child she was carrying.......
His child.......

Counting to ten Tom broke the link with Sloan hoping she had sensed his
reassurance.
"Well?"Ed prompted impatiently as soon as Tom opened his eyes.
"They're alive."Daniels replied quietly as he stood and walked over to
the fireplace.
Tate watched him with concern. Watching for any signs that he might go
into Lynch mode.
"Was she conscience?" Ed asked softly.
Tom shook his head,"No."
Ed stood moving a few feet from the sofa,"She wanted to tell you. But
she had no idea of how to find you."
Tom didn't turn around,"It was better for them that I didn't know."
Tate's hands clasped into fists as he advanced on the FBI agent,"*Better
for them*?! *How*?! She's still missing, going through God knows what
kind of torture."
Daniels turned to meet Ed's gaze but remained silent.
Which only infuriated Tate.

"Do you have any feelings for her at all?!"Ed shouted not caring any
more if somebody heard,"Never mind the situation she's in now did you
even think about the health risks?!"
Peterson made an attempt to step between the two,"Ed....."
Tate ignored him,"When she first told me I ran every test I could think
of,ninety percent came back inconclusive."
A shadow of pain crossed Tom's face,"I never intended to hurt her. I
told her to stay away....."
Ed raised a fist,"Do you actually have the nerve to say this is her
fault?!"

All three men jumped as a sharp knock richochetted through the
apartment.
"Police! Open the door!"