That nigh you had expected to see your husband walk back through that door, most likely looking for the keys he forgot or those goddamn cigar and lighter…
He always was a forgetful one…
But instead you were met with a large group of men in uniform, swarming into the house - guns blazing…
You had been caught… but you weren’t completely out of it just yet…
You had heard their feet thunder into your baby’s room and pluck her from her bed before carrying her outside with them - meeting he gorgeous wide eyes one final time before she disappeared…
Eventually you had been found after all the commotion and slowly raised back to health in hospital - but you were restless…
where was your baby..?
After that Price had deducted his days on the field to stay home and protect his disturbed wife - promising you every time you would cry in his arms that your baby was still out there - not knowing the answer himself…
One night you had gotten affirmation that the Task Force had a lead on your kid after all this time - to which they eventually brought her back to you…
she was scarred up, battered and bruised, in the uniform that had taken her away from you… - but that was your baby…