Recap from Shots Fired: When Cade dies tragically in Chris' house Brody tries to help him cope. Although, Chris is dating Savannah at the time he turns to Brody for comfort and she unknowingly becomes pregnant. When Chris returns to Alabama, he briefly reconciles with Savannah until Pride intervenes and brings him back home, where Brody announces to the world that she is carrying his child. When Brody attempts to apologize to Savannah for coming between she and Chris, she is shot by an intruder at the clinic where Savannah works. Brody and Chris decide to name their unborn baby girl after Brody's sister, Emily and Cade.

A/N: The story is much better than the recap! FYI, I wrote Shots Fired back in February before the You'll Do cliffhanger/ storyline was revealed. Savannah is alive and well in this story and Cade is not.

Emily Cadence Part 1

Chris LaSalle stood in the middle of his living room strolling down memory lane. For the past 10 years this place had been his man cave, his home and his fortress of solitude. He almost shuddered to think about what life would be like living somewhere else. He had to admit that over the past several months, things hadn't been quite the same between him and his little hole in the wall in the Quarter. Cade had died, right here in the middle of the living room, leaving behind haunting memories. It was time to move on he reasoned gazing out the window at the for sale sign that sat on the in flower garden beside the front step.

In just eight short weeks, his daughter, Emily Cadence, was going to arrive and though his place was big enough to accommodate the impending bundle of joy, the French Quarter was hardly the place to be raising a child.

Brody preferred the garden district. In fact, she had her eye on a place not too far from the house where Pride and Linda had lived. It was a nice enough neighborhood, Chris supposed, but it wasn't here. It wasn't this place: the place where everything happened. The best parties, the best music, and the best food, it was right here, where he loved to be, smack in the middle of everything.

Averting his eyes, Chris spotted a speck of green paint on the French doors, leading to the bedroom. He hadn't noticed it before, but it was leftover from Cade's attempt to recreate a Jackson Pollock masterpiece all over the walls.

Maybe moving was for the best he sighed wistfully. He'd only brought Brody here the one time, right after she'd announced to all of the tourists in Jackson Square that she was carrying his child. He wasn't sure, maybe it was the fact that he himself was still trying to get over the fact that his only brother had died right here in the living room.

Most nights when he and Brody stayed together they stayed at her place but now that she was on bedrest those times were few and far between. For the most part, Brody had become a night owl, tossing and turning all night, up at all hours wandering about the house or binge watching her favorite TV shows on Netflix.

Their relationship was an odd one for sure. Until recently it had mainly centered on Chris' need to deal with his grief over losing Cade and now, well he wasn't sure what it was exactly.

The words I love you, had slipped out a time or two during the throes of a romantic tryst and then again the first time, he'd actually seen the first screen captures of Emily Cadence. But Brody had only said them once, right after she'd been shot trying to save Savannah from a shooter who had entered the clinic.

Chris assumed that it was due to the fact that Brody was still trying to deal with the fact she'd been shot while trying to apologize to the redhead for coming between him and his childhood sweetheart. But the truth was Chris shared just as much of the blame. If he hadn't of slept with Savannah in Alabama then Brody wouldn't have been shot and the child that he was anxiously waiting for would have never been put in danger. If he had to put money on it, he was certain that there were times when she purposely tried to push him, hoping he'd go back into the redheads awaiting arms.

Then there was also James, Brody's ex, who was married to his work. Even at 8 months along, Brody regularly kept a standing date every time the reporter blew into town which Chris was still trying to understand. But he'd agreed not to push or question. Instead, he chose to dote on her and continue to make plans for their future. Whether that be that they were sharing the same house with separate bedrooms or the same bedroom remained to be seen.

His cell phone started to buzz, reminding him that he needed to get to the field office for the quarterly conference call with Director Vance and associate Director Granger. This morning he had agreed to pick up agent Percy along the way, so that she could brief him on a joint investigation that they were working on involving a truck load of stolen Sarin nerve gas. All federal agencies were banding together to track down the deadly agent before it was released on the city.

The petite, sassy, NCIS agent had just stepped into the truck, when Chris' cell phone went off.

Brody

Percy rolled her eyes as she saw the name flash up onto the dash. "Snow White is starting early today."

"Excuse me?" Chris 'eyes narrowed slightly sensing that he was in for a bout of Percy's teasing. Obviously, she took some sort of sick delight in naming all of the women in his life after Disney characters.

"You know what I mean." Percy groaned as the phone went off again. "Honey do this, honey do that. That woman has got you whipped."

"Well, we are having a baby together."

"You sure about that?" Percy asked as the phone rang for a third time.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Just answer your damn phone." For the most part, Percy found Brody and LaSalle's relationship amusing. She'd never seen two people so love, yet were trying so hard not to be together. So what if LaSalle had slept with the mermaid before he and Snow White made an exclusive commitment. Who really gave a rip that there was nearly a decade between them? Then there was the fact that they worked together, well that was Pride's call to make if it ever became an issue. And to top everything off, they both felt guilty over the fact that Brody had been shot soon after discovering she was pregnant.

Sometimes she just wanted to murder them both in their sleep. If it weren't for the fact that they were having a baby she just might.

Chris answered via the hands free system allowing Brody's voice to broadcast throughout the cab.

Her voice sounded strained like she was having a bad morning. Although the morning sickness had passed, there were now other things plaguing her swollen and stretched out body. "Chris, I need a favor. Can you stop by the pharmacy and pick up some Hemorrhoid cream. I'm-

Did she seriously just say hemorrhoid? Chris nearly hit the car in front him of him attempting to switch from Bluetooth back to his cell. . All of the things in the world, Hemorrhoid medication ranked right up there with feminine products. It was also the number one shoplifted item in the world for the obvious reason.

"Chris? Are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here," he answered grappling for his cell as Percy gave him a murderous look. Her soymilk cappuccino had just sloshed out through the hole in the lid and onto her hand.

"See what I mean." When he got off the phone, Percy stared him skeptically.

"What?"

"What do you mean, what?" Percy wanted to slap the living shit out of him. "The woman just asked you to pick up Hemorrhoid cream and you agreed to it?" Not even women went shopping for that without making sure the basket will filled to the brim with other stuff to camouflage the unmentionable medication.

"So?" Brody was eight months pregnant and on bedrest due to high blood pressure spikes. It wasn't like the woman could be running all over town. Although, oddly enough she did still manage to find the strength to see James every time he blew into town.

"So, you've got it bad for her. There ain't going to be no coming back from this. You might as well take your ass down to Jared's right now."

"Who?" Chris looked at her confused until she removed a large piece of bling from her right finger and shifted it to the left, dangling it in front of him. The mention of one the state's largest jewelry retailors meant nothing to him.

"I don't think that would work in my favor right now."

Percy made a face. It wasn't her style to get wrapped up in the lives of the agents she worked with but LaSalle was different. The guy had literally been dragged through broken glass when his brother had died and then again when Brody had been shot. He deserved someone in his life that could make him happy. For that matter so did Brody. Bottom line, they deserved each other.

"She still seeing that other guy?"

"Every now and then," Chris answered flatly. It was once a month, the second Tuesday to exact and had been ever since she'd recovered from that bullet wound.

"What about you and the little mermaid?"

A wry smiled spread across Chris' face. He hadn't seen Savannah face to face since that night in Jackson Square. Brody on the other hand was putting him through the ringer. After the shooting, somehow she and Savannah had actually saw fit to become friends. If that wasn't a torture created in hell he didn't know what was.

Ever since he'd heard his partner announced that she was pregnant, his only thoughts of possible romance surrounded around Brody. He'd come to love that woman more than life itself, but for whatever reason, something kept pulling them apart.

"Brody know about the Sarin case?" Sonja asked.

"Nope, and I don't plan on tellin' her."

Percy sucked in a breath. "LaSalle… She is gunna beat your ass when she finds out."

Chris gave her a half grin as he pulled into the pharmacy parking lot. "Like I said, I don't plan on telling her." He didn't want her to worry. Brody had enough to anxiety with the pregnancy and spiking blood pressure. He didn't need to add to that by telling her that he and Percy had been assigned to find the deadly nerve agent that was being transported through the city.

A/N: The case will weave in and out of the story, but isn't the main focus.