A/N I have noticed that some are confused by the order of my work. I never really intended for my stories to be a series. I just started writing what the plot bunnies told me to write, so things obviously have been out of order chronologically. As such, I do not suggest reading my one-shots in chronological order – there are probably some inconsistencies if you do so. I consider my fics mere snapshots into the lives of my favourite couple (D/L of course!!) However, if you really would like to (and I admit I did the other day, and it does work hahaha), this is the order thus far, with this one being the last:

(1) Better Days, (2) Home, (3) Blessed Assurance, (4) First Date, (5) The Principal's Office, (6) Pizza, Beer and Love, (7) On the Steps, (8) The Sandlot, (9) Three Weeks, (10) With this Ring, (11) Five Minutes, (12) Eight Ball, (13) Hormones, (14) WWIII, (15) Cravings, (16) Out in the Field, (17) Back in the Lab, (18) Moving On, (19) Labour

This is, of course, subject to change as I write more, because I still have some ideas for some "missing scenes" from S3 and may be inspired by with what comes out in S4. As I do, I'll include the index each time so you know where the newest one fits in.

Disclaimer Even in my fog of painkillers, I have not become delusional enough to believe I own anything related to CSI:NY. No infringement of any kind is intended.

With all of that said, this one will actually be a two-chapter piece because the first part kind of exploded on me and got a lot longer than I ever intended.

"Oh, yeah, right there. Ohhhh, Danny, yeah," Lindsay moaned. "Harder. Yesssss! Oh, God, that's perfect."

"Whoa, there, Montana. You might want to hold it down. Anyone walkin' by might get the wrong idea," Danny warned with a smirk as he massaged his wife's lower back.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder and shook her head with a laugh. "Just keep at it, there, cowboy."

He was crouched down beside her office chair, kneading her back as she threw her head back in contentment. He watched her, concern crossing his face. "That better?"

She opened her eyes. "Yeah, it's actually helping."

"Look, babe, maybe you should just go home."

"I just got here two hours ago."

"I know, but –"

"Danny, I'm fine. It was just a back spasm. I'm carrying twins, remember? They happen."

Knowing there was no way he was going to win if he argued any further, Danny sighed. The heel of his hand rubbed her back for a couple of more minutes, then he got up, planted a kiss on the top of his wife's head, then returned to his desk to continue working on the report he had been finishing.

Fifteen minutes later, he left her to deliver some paperwork to Mac, and then headed down to Trace to check in with Sheldon to see if there was any news on another case. A visit to Sid in the M.E.'s office completed his rounds, and he returned to the office to find Lindsay gone. He chuckled to himself, figuring she was making one of her many trips to the ladies room for the day, and sat back down behind his desk to further attack the paperwork that had piled up over the last few shifts.

When twenty minutes passed and Lindsay did not return, he started worrying slightly. She was now confined to desk duty with less than six weeks to go before she was due to deliver. He had passed the break room on his way back to their office and did not see her. He furrowed his brow slightly, but then shook his head. She was probably in the A/V Lab trying to bribe Stella to let her help, or in Reconstruction living vicariously through the lab techs there.

His office phone rang and he grabbed the receiver up. "Detective Messer," he answered, expecting to hear Sheldon's voice on the other end.

"Danny, I, uh – I've got a problem."

"Montana, where the hell are ya?"

"I went up to the roof, you know, to get some air. But –"

"What's wrong, babe?"

"The door's stuck. And, well – Uh, Dan, I'm pretty sure my water just broke."

"What?" He jumped, sending his chair flying back against the wall and almost getting tangled up in the cord from the phone. "I mean, I'm on my way. Don't go anywhere."

Where am I going to go, genius? she thought. "Danny, just hurry, 'k?"

Leaving the telephone's receiver hanging off over the side of the desk as he dropped it on his way out, he ran from the office and headed towards the stairs, nearly knocking Sheldon off his feet as he passed.

"Where's the fire, Danny?" Hawkes called out. "I've got the results on the trace from –"

"Lindsay. Roof. Door…stuck. Water…broke!" Danny called out, continuing his route.

Sheldon was still trying to figure out what Danny had just explained as Messer headed through the door to the stairwell and started taking the steps up two at a time. Having put it all together, Hawkes' eyes widened.

"What's wrong, Sheldon?" Mac asked, emerging from his office, puzzled over the staccato responses he had heard Danny yelling as his voice trailed down the hall.

"Uh, if I understood Danny correctly, Lindsay's on the roof, the door is stuck, and her water broke," Hawkes explained.

"What?"

"She might need a doctor. I'm going up." Sheldon quickly moved over to the bank of elevators and hit the up button.

"Call me and let me know if you need Maintenance or an ambulance," Mac said, a little dumbfounded as dozens of scenarios played themselves out in his mind.

As the elevator doors opened, Sheldon nearly knocked Don down as he rushed in and Don headed out.

"What's up, doc?" Flack asked, smirking at the inadvertent joke.

"Mac'll explain," Sheldon replied, pounding the up button to the top floor.

As the elevator doors closed, Don turned to Mac with raised eyebrows. "Did we get a break in the Rollins case? 'Cause the D.A.'s all over me on this one."

"No, nothing yet. Woman in labour. Maybe."

"Linds is in labour?"

"Not sure. She's stuck on the roof, something about the door. And her water may have broken."

"We should get up there," Don stated with concern.

"Danny and Sheldon are on it. I'm sure one or both of them probably misunderstood. They'll call if they need anything."

Upon reaching the door to the roof, Danny had tried opening it, but the door would not budge. He wriggled the knob, but nothing. "Damn. Hey, Linds, you out there? Can you hear me?"

"Danny? Danny, can you please open the door?"

"I'm on it, baby. You still think your water broke?"

"Yeah, I'm sure of it."

As he tried pulling on the knob again, he called, "You havin' any contractions?"

"That I'm not so sure about."

His eyebrows met his hairline. "Uh, what do ya mean you're not sure?"

"Remember that back spasm?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it keeps happening."

"Danny, what's going on?" Sheldon asked as he reached his colleague.

"Door's jammed. Lindsay's water broke. Doc, you gotta help me out here. We gotta get her off this roof."

"Call Mac. He's waiting. Tell him we need Maintenance up here."

Danny nodded. He moved aside and pulled out his cell to call Mac with an update.

"Hey, Lindsay, it's Sheldon!" Hawkes called through the door. "How're you doing there, kiddo?"

"Shel, my water broke, and I think I'm having contractions. I thought they were back spasms but I'm guessing now it's back labour."

"How far apart?"

"Seventeen or eighteen minutes," she replied, her voice calm.

Sheldon almost laughed. She sounded completely in control while Danny was pacing and running his hand nervously through his hair as he talked to Mac and filled him in. "You're right. It's probably back labour. Listen, just breathe, all right? And hold tight. We're gonna get to you in no time. You've still got lots of time if your contractions are that far apart."

"Sheldon, she's only thirty-four weeks," Danny said quietly as he hung up with Mac.

"Twins are often early, Danny. Lindsay's healthy, the babies are fine. But we do need to get her to a hospital. Call her doctor and let him know what's going on, all right?"

Again, Danny nodded, following the good doctor's instructions. Really, Sheldon was just trying to keep him busy because he looked like he was about to break apart at the seams. The expectant father's heart was beating a million miles an hour and he was frustrated that he could not get to his wife.

"Sheldon, I'm almost thirty-five weeks. That's close enough, right? I mean, they'll be okay?" she called, her voice sounding a little shakier than before.

"Everything's going to be fine, Linds. Danny's calling your doctor right now so everything's going to be set when we get you to the hospital. Other than the contractions, are you feeling all right?"

"Yes."

"Good. That's good. Ah, just hold on. We're about to get this door down."

A couple guys from maintenance appeared in the stairwell then with their tool boxes, Don at their heels. Sheldon quickly explained what was going on, advising them not to try to figure out why the door was sticking and just take it down off its hinges, while Danny finished up his conversation with Lindsay's doctor.

Sheldon looked at Don then as the maintenance guys started. "Usually it takes days to get anything done 'round here. What'd Mac say to them?" he asked.

Don chuckled. "Once when Linds was ticked off at me, she said that she was a CSI and could make a homicide look like a suicide. Yeah, well, I figured out where she got that one. She okay?"

Sheldon laughed, picturing Mac's phone call down to the Maintenance crew. "She'll be fine. She's in labour. It's early, but I think she should be fine."

"Mac and Stel are downstairs handing out their cases." Seeing Danny hang up the phone, his forehead beaded with perspiration, Don waved him over. "Are you okay there, Danno?"

"I will be once I can see my wife," Messer replied, clearly anxious. "We were supposed to have more time. The nursery's not even finished yet. Her ma and pop are supposed to be here, but actually this should work out better for Walt because he won't have to worry about pulling Mark away to harvest the wheat. But what if they can't get a flight out today and –"

"Danny, breathe," advised Sheldon.

"And when did you learn anything about harvesting wheat?" Don asked with furrowed brow.

Danny ignored his best friend's question, offering him a scowl and taking Sheldon's advice instead. "She's gonna be okay, right, doc?"

Sheldon put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You ever known Lindsay to be anything other than okay?"

Danny smiled at that. With the maintenance guys now using power screwdrivers to work on the door hinges, he could not hear to yell through the door, He walked a few feet away and pulled out his cell again, this time dialling Lindsay's number.

"Danny?" she answered quickly.

"Hey, babe. How ya doin' out there?"

"I'm okay. I just want to see you and – Well, change my clothes. But – Danny, this is really happening."

"I know, sweetheart." He leaned against the wall. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"I love you, too." She sighed. "You know, we never really sorted out this whole name thing. And think about this logically – what if they're both boys? We can't very well give one of them your name and not the other. Besides –"

"I'll make ya a deal, 'k, Montana? Any girls, I'll name 'em. Any boys, you get the honours. That way you don't have to worry 'bout my ego. How's that sound?"

She laughed softly at the other end of the line. "I never said it was a question of narcissism or anything."

"I know, I know. It's a question of identity. And I do get that. So, we have a deal?"

"What if that means one of us has no say at all?" she countered. "Statistically speaking, there's a sixty-six point six chance of them being the same sex."

"You're stuck on a roof, in labour, and you're quoting statistics? I gotta tell ya, Montana, that's kinda hot," he teased her.

"Sorry, Dan, but it looks like those days are over for a while."

"Yeah, yeah, don't remind me. I read somewhere about these ways to induce labour. I was hopin' to try out one in particular. But, looks like these kids inherited my impatience, huh?"

"No, I think they got that from me. You're the most patient man I know. You waited for me, didn't you?"

"You were worth the wait. Hell, I woulda waited 'til the end of time for a chance to be wit' you. I, uh – I never knew I wanted all of this 'til you were there offering it to me. Not sure I ever thanked you for that."

There was no response.

"Hey, Lindsay, you still there?"

Again, no response.

Furrowing his brow, Danny looked over the maintenance guys who were taking their time with the hinges. "Get this door down now!" Messer yelled at them, causing both Don and Sheldon to glance over at him with concern. "Lindsay?"

"Having … a … contraction," she gasped out.

"Okay, just breathe, baby. We're almost there. Just hold on, all right?"

He could hear her taking deep breaths and soon the contraction passed. "The, uh – The Sanderson file's sitting on my desk and I still need to sign off on the Michaels –"

"Hey, Montana, how 'bout you just worry about gettin' through this whole labour thing, huh? Mac and Stel are taking care of the case files. You just concentrate on doin' what you need to do to squelch the desire to kill me for gettin' ya into this in the first place, all right?"

She laughed as the contraction subsided. "I'm not going to kill you, Messer. I just might assign you to three a.m. feedings for a while."

"You got it. You got it. Whatever you want. You doin' okay over there?"

"Yeah."

With that, the door came down off its hinges and Danny practically broke the land speed record as he ran out onto the roof. He took Lindsay in his arms, kissing her hair as he held her as close as he could, never more relieved to see her. "Ah, thank God. Baby, how ya doin'?"

Sheldon and Don made their way over. "Still seventeen, eighteen minutes apart?" Hawkes asked.

She shook her head. "About thirteen now."

"We've still got time. But we should get you to the hospital and get you checked out since your water broke."

"Oh, yeah, Doc Donaldson's meeting us there," Danny piped up, remembering his own conversation with the doctor now. "Can you walk?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Lindsay assured him. "I want to go to the locker room and change my clothes. You'll need to get my bag from the apartment if we don't get a chance to go back there."

"You already packed a bag?" he asked incredulously.

"Weeks ago. It's been sitting by the front door. You call yourself a detective. C'mon, Messer. I gotta go birth you some babies."

As Danny accompanied Lindsay back into the building, he left Sheldon and Don on the roof, both trying to contain their laughter.

"And we were worried about Monroe," Don muttered.

A/N 2 Well, I'm sure you can all guess what's going to happen in chapter 2. I have not made my ultimate decision yet, so if you would like to offer suggestions regarding either the sexes of or names for the twins, please, send them through 