Bang, Bang, Bang.

The sounds of the shots reverberate around the empty shooting range. A lone figure stands at one of the stalls, the sleeves to his shirt rolled to his elbows. He holds the gun steady, his brown eyes focused on the paper target in front of him. His body is tense, his posture ram rod straight as he fires. When the clip is empty he doesn't bring in the target but instead begins to reload.

"Hey," says a voice softly behind him, causing him to spin around.

"Hey," he says tinged with concern, placing down his gun. "What are you doing here? You should be sleeping."

"It's hard to sleep when your husband isn't there. Especially when you've gotten used to his snoring," she jokes, trying to coax a smile out of him.

"I'm sorry, babe," he sighs, walking forward to forehead and placing one hand on her swollen belly. "I'll be home in a little while. Go and get some rest."

She leans into him, placing her hand over his on their unborn child. She feels helpless, knowing his pain but clueless as to how to help ease it. He wraps his free arm around her, absorbing the comfort she is giving to him, even though it doesn't really help. Under their hands a small foot presses out, imprinting itself against his palm. He finally smiles, as he does every time he feels his child move.

He kneels down, brining his face level with her rounded stomach, placing a hand on each side. She smiles down at him, rubbing her hand through his hair. He leans his face against the cool material of her shirt, tears of sadness filling his eyes.

"Hey, there," he says softly. "It's Daddy. I'm sorry that I haven't talked to you much today, and that mommy dragged you both down here. But today…a year ago today the world lost one of its last true good men.

"He wasn't perfect, no ones perfect. But he tried; he tried his whole life to be good. To do the right thing, no matter what it cost him. He was a hero, right until the end when he gave his life to save a man he didn't even know.

"You would have liked him. He could be pretty goofy, sometimes without even trying. He-he would have made you laugh. He would have loved you, he would have loved you so much." He places a kiss on her stomach, standing up and letting the tears flow freely. "He never got to be a grandfather."

"But he was a father, twice," she smiles, her own tears falling. "And he loved you and your sister so much. And he was proud of you both. Remember when you graduated and got into the FBI? I don't think he stopped smiling the whole day."

"I just…miss him. Especially now," he whispers, again placing his hands their child. "There's so much that I understand now, about when I was younger. I never…I never really got it before, you know? There's just so much I didn't get to say."

"We both know that he is still with you," she says, placing her hand over his heart.

He nods, kissing her softly and leaning his forehead against hers. They stand still for a few moments, each having a silent conversation with his father in their heads.

"Come on, lets go home," he says pulling back and wiping away the remnants of his tears.

She starts to walk to the door, as he picks up his belongings. He looks at the target; his shots are perfect, just like his father's been. He wonders how his father felt about his excellent shooting skills, having never gathered the courage to ask.

"I miss you Dad and I love you," Parker says into the room before walking out to join his wife.

It's two in the morning and I wrote this for two reasons.

1. It was a challenge on another site

2. my mind just wouldnt let me sleep until I did

I dont know how good it is, I have a feeling that when I come back in the morning it will seem very sappy. Oh and in case you are wondering, this has nothing to do with my other stories at all. Thank you for reading, and if you choose to review, thank you for that too