DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters or anything related to CSI: NY

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this idea just popped into my head. The story is going to be 9 chapters, maybe an epilogue, each chapter a month in Lindsay's pregnancy. This is definitely a D/L fic. And for any of you who read my other fic, Of Skyscrapers, don't worry I'm still writing that one as well. But tell me if this one sucks and I shouldn't continue, or tell me if you really like it!!
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"Lindsay? What's the matter?" Danny Messer's voice was hoarse with sleep, but the sounds in the bathroom had woken him from his peaceful slumber. When he realized that the other side of the bed was empty, he put two and two together. When his girlfriend didn't answer, he got out of bed, rubbing his eyes, and made his way into the bathroom.

"Montana?" he said as he saw his girlfriend sitting on the tile floor. She looked up at him, pale.

"I thought it was just a 24 hour thing," she moaned. "I was sick yesterday morning too," she admitted. Danny squatted down beside her and rubbed her back.

"Alright, Montana. Let's get you into bed, okay? I'll call Mac and tell him you're gonna be out sick."

"Thanks, Danny," Lindsay said, slumping against the toilet, obviously exhausted from the combination of sickness and lack of sleep.

"Whoa there," Danny said, grabbing her small body and then picking her up like a baby. Her eyes were closed, but he heard her murmur,

"Always the hero, aren't you?" he grinned.

"Only for you, babe." He placed her down on the bed gently and was about to go use the bathroom, but she grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bed with her.

She had taken him by surprise and he fell on top of her on the bed.

"OW!" Lindsay screamed. "You just elbowed me in the boob!"

"I'm sorry but ya gotta give a guy some warning!" Danny replied, while Lindsay rolled around in pain.

"Oh my god Danny that hurt so much!" she exclaimed. "Why was that so painful? It's not even like I'm on my period or..." Lindsay suddenly stopped talking, and sat up in bed, wide-eyed, still holding her hurt chest.

"Or what?" Danny yawned.

"Danny, what day is it today?"

"Um... the 15th, why?"

"Shit. shit shit shit! Is it really the fifteenth?" Lindsay's voice was rising, and she jumped out of bed.

"Yeah, Linds, what's wrong?" Danny asked, looking at her concerned.

"Danny - I'm late."

"Late for what?" Lindsay sighed. Men could be so obtuse.

"LATE, Danny. Like possibly pregnant late!" Lindsay was now freaking out, pacing the bedroom floor. For his part, Danny was dumbstruck at Lindsay's last statement. After a minute or two, Lindsay whirled around to face him.

"Can you say something?!" she yelled. "I'm kind of freaking out here!" Danny chuckled.

"Whoa, Montana, calm down. First of all, we don't even know if you're really pregnant. We should get one of those sticks you pee on or something," Danny started.

"Okay. Okay, you're right," Lindsay said, calming down. "But Danny, what if it's positive? What if I really am pregnant?" She bit her lip. Danny stood up and wrapped his arms around her.

"Then we'll have a baby," he said, kissing her neck. She swatted his head.

"How are you so calm about this, Danny?" her voice was rising again. Danny pulled her to him.

"Calm? Lindsay, I'm scared as shit! But I mean, you know I love ya, Montana, and we've talked about having a baby one day, so what if it's sooner rather than later?" he argued rationally, and he could feel Lindsay relax in his arms.

"Okay," she whispered.

"Look, how bout I go buy some tests? We can find out right now. Whatta you think?" Lindsay nodded into his chest.

"I'm gonna shower. I'm feeling better now," she said, and headed toward the bathroom. Danny grabbed his pants and his wallet, and headed towards the drugstore down the street.

About fifteen minutes later he returned, and Lindsay was waiting for him in her robe.

"Alright. I got five. Just to be sure," he said. "And a bottle of water. Can't have the well running dry," he teased, and Lindsay smacked him.

"Shut up. Hand me one. And the water. You know, Messer, if I really am pregnant, then it's all your fault that I've been sick." She said, glaring at him.

"Hey hey hey, Lindsay. The only thing I'll admit to being at fault for is being so irresistible that you can't keep your hands off me!"

"Don't make me throw this at you!" she threatened, brandishing the test box.

Ten minutes later, all the tests had been taken, and they were just waiting for the results. They had set the egg timer for three minutes, and were just sitting on the bed anxiously.

"How ya feeling, Monroe?" Danny asked, rubbing his girlfriend's back.

"I have no idea, honestly," Lindsay replied. "Nervous, anxious, terrified, excited. You?"

"About that," Danny replied.

"Danny, how are we going to be parents? I mean, we work all the time – our schedules are unpredictable, we get called out in the middle of the night – " Danny could tell Lindsay was starting to panic.

"Lindsay, listen. First of all, I'm sure Mac and Stella would be beyond thrilled, and I'm sure they'd help us out with giving us more normal hours. We can find a good nanny, it's all gonna be okay, okay? I promise," he said, kissing her.

"Okay," she whispered against his lips. "I feel like we're on an episode of Friends right now. We must have had a faulty condom."

"Or maybe my guys are superheroes and can forge through plastic," Danny said proudly.

"Really, Messer, is that so?" But the rest of Lindsay's rant was cut short by the sound of the buzzer.

"You wanna look together?" Danny asked, and Lindsay grabbed his hand in agreement. They crept over to the top of the toilet bowl were they had placed the tests.

"Oh my god," Lindsay exhaled when she saw the five blue plus signs.

"Oh my god," Danny repeated.

"Danny, they're all positive. All of them. Oh my god. I'm pregnant," Lindsay exclaimed. "Like going to have a baby pregnant!"

"Going to have my baby pregnant," Danny said, grinning. "This is the most scared I have ever been in my entire life," he admitted.

"I know," Lindsay replied, biting her lip. Then her face broke out into a wide grin. "It's kind of the best feeling ever, isn't it?"

"It sure is," Danny said, pulling her in for a kiss. Then he leaned down and kissed her belly.

"Hi baby," he said softly, and Lindsay began to cry. "Whoa whoa whoa, what's the matter, Linds?"

"Nothing, it's just – this is so great and so overwhelming and you are so cute and I love you but I also kind of hate you right now because I've seen a baby being born, Messer, and it ain't pretty, and you don't have to do it!"

"Yeah, thank God," Danny muttered under his breath. Luckily Lindsay didn't hear, he knew she would have smacked him, and even though she was pretty small, her smacks hurt.

"Also, I'm hungry," Lindsay said, still crying.

"Well how about I fix you something? What sounds good?"

"Umm…. An omelet with cheese, onions, ham and tomatoes, and some French toast! Oh definitely French toast. And you're going to have to run out to get some syrup because I know we're out," she said, her crying stopped, and she looked up at him expectantly.

"Oh, so that's all?" Danny teased.

"Hey, I'm eating for two! And this is your child, Messer, if it takes after you at all it's going to turn me into an eating monster!" Lindsay said, her hands on her hip.

"Fair enough," Danny surrendered. "I'll go get the syrup."

"Okay, great, but Danny make sure you only get Mrs. Butterworth's," Lindsay said sweetly.

"Ya know, I must really love you," Danny said, grabbing his wallet for the second time that morning.

"Yeah, you really must."