Disclaimer: Really not mine. I'm telling the truth. Munch would be more than background scenery if they were mine.
Coming back from my lunch break, I have this sense that there's something I should be worried about. Not a sense of something being wrong - but, there's this sixth sense type of feeling that I'm missing something. That there's something going on that I should be worrying about. Calling it a sixth sense is ridiculous... but it feels like that.
I've gotten halfway through the M.E.'s report in front of me, when my cell phone rings. "Munch," I pick up, only to be cut off by her.
"John?" She sounds breathless - and if I didn't know any better, a little bit scared.
"Yeah - Liv, what is it? Are you okay?"
She groans, softly into my ear. "Yeah - fine," she says, her voice strained. She draws a shaky breath. "Your kid wants out - now."
IThat/I would explain the fear I thought I heard. "You're in labor?"
"And he finally gets it," she quips, sounding calmer than she should be.
"Where are you?" I question her, moving away from my desk and toward the door, with a look at Don. I'Time,'/II mouth and he nods.
"Midtown - heading for the hospital." I can hear the traffic noise in the background.
"You're not driving"-
"No, I'm not driving myself, so don't even start," she cuts me off, abruptly.
"Who's driving? You didn't hail a cab?" I'm in the elevator now, heading down.
She snorts. "No. There's another cop in the building - rookie burglary detective at the 2-2.
I was downstairs doing a wash when it started - and so was he. He took me back upstairs and he's driving. Happy?"
"I can't believe some rookie kid is driving you to the hospital," I grumble, to another moan from her. "Contraction?" I ask the obvious question.
"No shit, John. What did you think it was?"
I decide to ignore that. "I'll meet you there, Liv - did you get everything?"
"Yeah. I wish you'd been home, though," she murmurs.
"I know, sweetheart. I know." For her to be home alone and go into labor - it wasn't the ideal situation and it probably frightened her - but there wasn't anything that could be done, today. I was needed at work. And even though I tried to stay home with her and Don would have allowed it - sometimes, I think that man will do anything when she's involved - but she talked me out of it. Said she wasn't going to keep me home.
"You know, I felt like I was missing something just before you called - something important enough for me to worry about it," I comment, trying to keep her talking - keep her mind off her pain, as I start the car and flick on the lights and sirens.
"Sixth sense of yours, John?" She asks, dryly.