A/N: This is my first Women's Murder Club fic, so I'm sorry if they are a little out of character. It's sort of AU, so somethings may happen out of order and I don't remember them ever saying a middle name for Lindsay, so I made up my own. Please read and review. No Flames.

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Lindsay stared at Claire in shock. Her heart was pounding. Her skin tingling. "W-what did you s-say?" She asked the Medical Examiner/ best friend again.

She needed to know if she had heard correctly.

Claire put a caring hand on the inspector's shoulder and looked in to her beautiful brown eyes. "You're pregnant, Linz. You need to tell Tom," she whispered, softly.

Lindsay shook her head and slowly backed up. "No. He's getting married to Heather," she answered and turned around to walk away.

"Lindsay! Lindsay Rose Boxer!"

"I got to get back to the bullpen." Lindsay headed toward the door to avoid further conversation.

Claire slumped down in her desk chair with a sigh. "Oh, Linz."

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Boxer walked in to the office to find Jill Bernhardt, the D.D.A and her best friend and Tom Hogan, her boss/ ex-husband. They were standing by her desk, talking about a current case.

"....So how's she doing?" She heard her ex-husband ask her best friend.

Lindsay pursed her lips together and rolled her eyes as she walked over to them.

"She doesn't like to be worried about," was Jill's simple, standard answer, just like every other time he had asked since he'd become Lieutenant.

The D.D.A turned just in time to see the dark, wavy haired inspector slump down in to her desk chair, tiredly.

Jill could clearly see that something was troubling her best friend, but knew she couldn't ask what in front of said friend's ex-husband.

"Linz, you ok?" Tom asked, concerned.

Lindsay was about to insist that she was fine, but stopped short seeing Heather walk in with her kindergarten class. She watched Tom kiss Heather on the lips in greeting, as if the one night stand which had created the six week old fetus in Lindsay's womb, hadn't happened; before they walked away.

Lindsay sighed and acted like everything was normal. She was not in the mood to talk about Tom, Heather, their impending wedding, her one night stand with Tom or her pregnancy.

The D.D.A sat on the edge on the inspector's desk and watched as her friend's face paled. "Linz? Earth to Lindsay?"

She was waving her hand in front of Lindsay's face.

After a moment, the fiesty brown eyed inspector looked up. "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine," she insisted with a fake smile. Just seconds later she pounced out of her seat, running toward the restroom.

The blonde D.D.A walked in to the restroom to hear the familiar sound of retching from the end stall. She found Lindsay on her knees, hunched over the toilet, praying to the porcelein Gods.

"Linz?" She murmured, rubbing her friend's back and holding back her long hair.

When Lindsay was finished, she took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

"I'm ok," she replied, flushing the toilet.

"No, you're not. Go home, honey," Jill ordered softly.

Lindsay ws about to reply, but was interrupted by a knock on the ladies' restroom door, followed by a deep familiar voice.

"Lindsay?" It was her partner, Warren Jacobi.

"Yes, Jacobi?" Lindsay answered, ignoring the D.D.A's glare as she used the wall to help herself up.

"We got a lead. You good to go?"

Lindsay pulled open the door with a fake smile. "Yep. Let's go."

"Lindsay....."

The inspector turned back to the D.D.A. "I'm fine, Jill. Really," was her simple answer before following Jacobi out.

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Jill took a quick trip down to the morgue, where she found Claire at her desk, talking to Cindy. The fourth member of the club and reporter for the Register.

Claire looked up to see Jill walk in. "Hey. What's up?" She asked, sensing something was up.

"Hi," Cindy greeted her as she sunk in the other chair.

"Hey. Something's up with Lindsay...." She said and looked back up at the Medical Examiner. "Hang on....You know something. What is it, Claire?"

Claire Washburn bit her lip and looked between the two women sitting before her as they anxiously looked back at her, waiting for an answer.

"Well, what's wrong with Lindsay?" Cindy spoke up.

"Well, nothing's wrong with Lindsay, per se. But...it's up to Lindsay to tell you. You know that," Claire answered. Not to reveal Lindsay's secret until she decided that she wanted Jill and Cindy to know.

"Claire...."

"No, Cindy. I got an autopsy to perform," she replied and got up. Ignoring the glares from two of her best friends, boring holes in to her back. "Not telling you, so stop glaring."

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In Lindsay Boxer's white SUV, Warren Jacobi looked over at his younger partner as she drove.

"Boxer? Lindsay!"

Lindsay jumped, slightly startled by Jacobi's raised voice. She took a quick glance at the man before turning back to the road ahead.

"Yeah?"

"You got something you need to share?"

Lindsay turned on the indicator and turned on to a quiet side street before answering distantly. "No. Not really."

"What did I tell you about hiding stuff from your own partner, Boxer?" He said as they approached an abandoned warehouse.

Lindsay thought back to that horrible day, where he had actually made her cry in the evidence lock-up, when the Kiss-Me-Not Killer was after her.

Lindsay scratched the side of her head, behind her left ear as she pulled up in front of the warehouse, before looking over at her passenger.

Jacobi looked at his partner's facial expression and just knew she was hiding something. "What is it, Lindsay?"

"I'm pregnant," she offered in a near whisper.

"I didn't know that you were dating....Oh...Tom's the father," he said as it clicked in his brain.

Lindsay nodded, sombrely before clearing her throat and opening the car door. "Let's get to work."