"Hey, we're here…" Angie said to him, nodding her head and she looked over at his face which was still reflecting his surprise.

She leaned over, her lips close to his ear as her hand came up and touched the other side of his face, turning his head toward hers;

"Rollie…"

His eyes, the pupils enlarged looked into her own as his lips sought hers in a slow, wondrous kiss. He held her in the car for sometime after that, neither saying a word for sometime until Angie spoke;

"I really didn't change my mind exactly…you know. It just happened and you know that I have always believed in fate. That is what changed in me, that it did happen when I was suppose to be, well- you know, 'protected'. Those Tyler sperm are just too darn ferocious for their own good!"

"You've seen a doctor?"

"Yep, after I did the home test. Remember, I was late to the set last week? Well, had to see the results…then, because that was positive, I made an appointment and saw Dr. Shelton. She was great! Of course, when she came in and told me I was three months pregnant, now that was a shocker!"

"Why didn't you know earlier, I mean your …didn't it stop?" Rollie asked, his questions about her cycles shyly put as he was with those kinds of things.

"On the pills I was on, I hadn't been having real periods for over six months so, the only thing that made me suspect last week was that my breasts were getting sorta, you know," and she waved her hand over her chest and he grinned, "plus, I am like, so hungry all the time!"

"But I thought women got sick, you know, throw up like the first three months or something?" he asked, shaking his head.

"Apparently, not in my family…" Angie replied, grinning, "we just get gargantuous and gain a hundred pounds."

"What?"

"I don't know! Just kidding, but I am in shock as much as you are. I just thought the dinner and all, it was the time to tell you. I didn't expect the mad violinist to swoop down on our table, you know!"

Rollie smiled, remembering her shouting it out, and the dinner guests all around them heard her news as well.

"Come on, let's get out of the car, at least, huh?" she asked him, opening the door and getting out, "besides, I think I can reheat the rest of your Alfredo for a little snack before bed."

"Oh God!" he murmured, getting out of the passenger side and walking up quickly behind her, punching the remote in his pocket to let them inside the loft from the rear entrance.

In bed that night, Rollie lay restless beside Angie. The clock was ticking too loudly, the sounds from the alley were too noisy, and Angie was just sleeping away beside him, oblivious to it all. He pulled the covers down without disturbing her and looked down at her as he rested on one elbow on his side. Gently, he pulled up the old, big T-shirt she wore to bed, exposing her abdomen. He could see nothing changed but the miracle of life was there inside; his child, their child inside. His hand went softly over her smooth skin, thinking of the dreaming and Mangela for a moment. In a whoosh of wind in his mind, he heard the words; "hear the heart, the heart is the soul, the soul is the heart…"

Angie stirred, her eyes opening in drowsy half-sleep as she saw Rollie looking at her, his hand resting on her abdomen.

"You can't feel anything yet or hear it, I don't think…but go ahead," she said, smiling as she shut her eyes again, giving him permission for what she knew he wanted to do.

Rollie smiled at the marvel that was Angie, and very softly, laid his ear against her abdomen as he felt her hand hold him against her, stroking his hair. He could hear her heart beating strongly from a distance but the sound from the dreaming, the rapid beating that coursed near his ear told him that his child had felt him near.

Mira Sanchez walked slowly into the sound stage where John Latham's new film, a remake of the Flying Dutchman was being shot for interior scenes. Angie had called her that morning to meet her on the set so that they could have lunch. The detective had missed Rollie and Angie and was resolved that their decision to stay out of the precinct's business was best for them. But the thrill of being with Rollie Tyler setting up one of his F/X stings or riding in the van, watching the computer wizardry of Angie to help solve the crime was dearly missed. She cleared her throat as she saw Angie squatting beside a prop dummy that had its head missing.

"I see people are losing their heads here as usual," she remarked as Angie looked up and smiled.

"Mira!" The two women hugged and Angie walked her back toward the F/X trailer. She clutched her transmitter in her ear, alerting Rollie that Mira had made it to the set.

"So, what's been happening?" Mira said, taking in the disarray in the trailer. The head of the dummy was resting on a metal spike on the craft table inside, the tortured face staring at them.

"Not much, been sorta busy here with this movie and all…going up to the Hudson next week for location shooting, been renovating the loft, talked to Luce who was on Entertainment Tonight about the Tomb Raiders film now that it is going gang-busters, had dinner at the Four Seasons last night and told Rollie I was pregnant, and have been doing the principle gags for this movie- my first!" Angie told her in one breath.

Mira had been standing with her hands as usual on her hips during an 'Angie, all in one breath explanation' but her hands had slipped to her sides as her mouth opened in shock;

"You're doing the gags for this movie yourself, no Rollie?" Mira asked, winking as Angie grinned and they hugged again, "you crazy chica! How far along are you?"

"Three months!"

"What, and you just are telling me?" Mira looked pissed but Angie quickly explained the entire events. When through and Mira now sitting in a rolling chair fanning herself in comic form, Rollie entered the trailer.

"I see she's told you," he remarked, grinning as he pulled out a drawer, grabbing a small ratchet wrench.

"Yeah, and you going to let her be numero uno here? Going to let her take the big credit, huh?" Mira replied, getting his goat.

"Angie? You haven't told her?"

"She told me, Rollie, but the look on your face was priceless!" Mira said, laughing, "I miss you two!"

"Hey, I'll be back. Working on that cannon sequence for you, Ms. Tyler. I should have the whole thing back in shape in a half hour, okay boss?" Rollie asked her, as she threw a towel at his already departing back heading out the door.

"So, tell me…" Angie began, wanting the full scoop, "you're dating Tony Rizzo. Is it serious?"

Mira rolled her eyes and snapped; "Francis been yapping his big mouth again?"

"Well, my sources say that you and the big guy have been out a few times," Angie replied, resting her chin in her hands and looking Mira directly in the eyes.

"Yeah, well- we have had dinner and gone to a couple of movies and stuff, that's it!"

"Mira, come on- I thought the two of you hated each other?" Angie asked, coaxing her.

"We do at work, but out of work, hey- he's an okay guy and he's honest and easy to talk to and always ready to eat."

Angie began to laugh, remembering that Tony never got his steak in the sting they had helped Mira with; the jewel heist almost two years ago. He had been very put out about it.

"Well, come on- let's go get that lunch, okay? I'll tell my assistant to meet us there, okay?" Angie said, with a wink as she told Rollie they were on their way to lunch.

As they left the trailer and were walking across the sound stage, Angie saw John Latham talking very loudly and angrily to several people who had tape recorders and cameras.

Mira's attention was drawn as they slowed down and watched; Angie now seeing that it was a group of reporters for the most part. What made her stop in her tracks though was the sight of Michael Sanchez as David Grant asking Latham a direct question and holding his recorder up in Latham's face.

Mira's head tilted to the side for a second, caught up in the scene as Angie held her breath. Maybe Michael wouldn't see Mira. She hoped not, because she didn't know how she would handle the whole thing.

Latham was getting angrier and the sound stage security were enclosing around the small group; Angie heard Michael ask;

"And so, you still are going to film on Pollepel? No matter what Jane Bannerman says or the Trust?"

Latham's face was a deep red, and through clenched teeth repeated himself again; "I have the authority by the State of New York, that's it!"

"Hey, you need some help here?" Mira asked, as Angie murmured her "oh no..", seeing Mira walk toward the group, flashing her badge as Latham smiled, and the security guards welcomed her intrusion.

"You guys are on private property. You need to back up and go, now," she told the reporters as several did seem to be willing to stop the harassment. David Grant from the Yonkers Daily did not leave. He eyed the small, dark haired woman flashing her badge and smiled.

"Detective…" and he squinted his eyes, looking at her badge, "I was invited on this set by that man over there," and he pointed to the man tightening a lever on a cannon with a ratchet wrench in the near distance who had not even noticed the scene some fifty feet away. His headset was on, listening to the frequencies for the next four sequence shots to be done.

"That man?" Mira asked him, looking back at the unsuspecting Rollie Tyler.

"Yeah, him!" Michael answered, as he winked at Angie.

Mira walked over to Rollie who jumped slightly as she tapped him on the shoulder.

"That reporter over there said you invited him on the set?" Mira asked him, pointing to David Grant as Rollie swallowed hard.

"I…guess, I guess I did," Rollie answered, looking a Michael, giving him a very steely gaze.

David Grant waved at them as Mira told Rollie;

"The guy is hounding your director…even I can tell that the guy is a bottom-feeder. Better let me handle him, okay?" Mira told Rollie who only nodded his approval.

"You, what's your name?" Mira asked, her brisk cop tone taking over as Angie bit her lip.

"David, David Grant, and whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" he added as she lost her train of thought for a moment for he was a very nice-looking man.

"Detective Sanchez…and you are now trespassing so move it out. This set is now closed from reporters and you, okay?"

"No problem…I have what I need now, but say, can I buy you a cup of coffee, maybe some lunch?" he added, backing up.

"Don't push your luck, huh? Go back to where?"

"Yonkers…"

"Yeah, Yonkers," Mira repeated, "and write something nice about someone for a change, okay?"

"Detective, that's all I ever write about…" David Grant replied, flashing a set of perfectly white teeth at her.

He turned around then, briefly looking at Angie as he walked past her and was gone. Angie put her hands on her hips as John Latham breathed a sigh of relief and muttered something about "New York is a crazy place…".

"Come on, Detective Sanchez, let's get you out of here before you find something else to tend to," Angie remarked, smiling as she took Mira's arm for a moment.

"He was cute, huh?" Mira said, grinning as Angie sighed;

"Oh boy!"

Pollopel Island was quiet that night; the vigorous lapping of the Hudson River against its rocky granite coast a reminder of the treacherous currents surround it. The once magnificent Castle that the Bannerman family had built at the turn of the century was barren, crumbling, and thick with hazards of a buried arsenal deep beneath its main floor. A lone canoe made it around the north end, quietly pushing against the one area of docking left. The occupant got out and crept up the steep hillside where during the Revolutionary War, patriots had unsuccessfully tried to stop the British from advancing. Alone, this man was able to succeed and walked toward the Castle over its drawbridge and disappeared inside the ruins.

The light from an almost full moon shone over the north battlement as the man pulled up the trap door, leading to a metal staircase below. Reporter David Grant was on his way down inside the deep tunnels of the arsenal, further than any Bannerman had ever dreamed of going…