Here is chapter two: Nathan And Questions! It's funny but I wrote this before I wrote chapter one! LOL. I hope ya'll like it! Please, R&R!

Robert Goren slammed his hand down on the table and the suspect jumped. Robert's partner, Alexandra Eames, grabbed hold of the door handle and turned her head as pain shot through her abdomen to hide her grimace. Those pains were getting shorter between and a little bit worse. Her partner really needed to hurry up. Suddenly, it was quiet in the interrogation room. Bobby put his hand on her shoulder and leaned around to look in her eyes like he did with suspects that avoided his gaze before asking, "You okay? Do…Do you need to sit down?"

"No," she replied softly. "Just finish up with this creep, okay?"

"Um, Eames, I don't think I have time. You're…You're gonna need a ride to the hospital. I've been count…counting. Can you walk?" he whispered worriedly. She shook her head and grimaced as another contraction took over. Bobby nodded and carefully lifted her into his arms. The captain, who had been watching on the other side of the two-way mirror, opened the door and Bobby carried Alex out of the small room easily.

"Wait, wait! I have to call my sister," Alex protested. Bobby shook his head and she squirmed a bit. He set her in her desk chair and helped her into her jacket. She grabbed her bag and he lifted her back up. "Okay. I guess I'll call from the car."

Bobby carried her to the parking garage and Captain James Deakins opened the passenger door. "No, no. The back. Airbags," Bobby said quickly. Deakins nodded and opened the back door instead. Bobby put Alex inside the backseat and she breathed deeply as he grabbed a blanket from the trunk and wrapped her up. "Sorry. Sorry. I know it's cold. Sorry."

She nodded to show it was okay and the captain got in the front seat, ordering Bobby firmly to sit with Alex. She grabbed Bobby's hands as he began to fidget while Deakins drove to the hospital and squeezed. He gathered her close and whispered soothing words while she clutched his hands. "You know, I've been wishing for someone to blame the whole time but right now, I'm wishing the hardest," Alex tried to joke. Bobby surprised her by laughing and kissing her forehead. "But it's all my fault, huh?"

"Yeah, sorry," he admitted honestly. "But you can yell at me, if you want. I'm sure you can come up with a reason to." She smacked his shoulder and he chuckled, holding her tightly against him while she called her sister and brother-in-law. When they pulled over in front of the hospital, Bobby once again lifted her out.

A nurse rushed over with a wheelchair and Bobby reluctantly put her in the chair. "How close together are her contractions?"

"Um, four minutes," Bobby replied, following along behind them. The captain had gone to park the SUV and Alex's family was a few hours away. Bobby was probably going to be the only person there for the birth.

"When did your water break?" the nurse asked Alex kindly, leaning down to look at her.

"Around noon. I didn't want to come in until the contractions were closer together. They started out really far apart," Alex whimpered. Bobby jogged to keep up. "Listen, Bobby, you have to stay and wait for my sister."

"The captain will wait for them. I…I'm not leaving you alone," Bobby replied.

The nurse smiled as they approached the room she was going to put Alex in. "Your husband is very supportive."

"Yeah, well, unfortunately he's not my husband. I'm a surrogate for my sister," Alex replied quietly, reaching for Bobby's hand to help her up. He helped her stand and the nurse grabbed a gown.

"I need to go get the doctor, Ms. Eames. Can he help you change?" the nurse asked. Alex nodded and Bobby's eyes widened, his head shaking wildly. Alex pinched him to make him stop while the nurse laughed quietly on the way out.

"I can't help…Eames, I can't!" She nodded and used him as a brace to get out of her shoes. He took a deep breath and lifted her onto the bed. She lied back and he removed her skirt and jacket carefully. Then he did something she found a little strange. He wrapped the blanket from the car around her shoulders and unbuttoned her shirt with the blanket covering her chest from his view. "Do I need to remove your…bra…too?"

"Yes, please," she said, smiling despite the contractions. It was very funny, watching him try to preserve her modesty while helping her dress. He removed her bra and helped her into the hospital gown carefully. He went around and tied the gown from behind. "That was very considerate, Goren."

"Thanks," he muttered. He helped her get situated as the doctor came in. He took her hands and the doctor smiled.

Three hours later, Bobby was stroking the hair from Alex's sweat damp face and telling her how good she did while the nurse cleaned up her sister's new child. She smiled at Bobby and he grinned. "How does he look?"

"Healthy. He's certainly loud. Where does he get that from?" Bobby brushed the hair from her face with his gloved hands.

"My sister," she said with a laugh. He laughed with her and the nurse brought the baby boy over to Alex. "No, I can't. I want my sister to be the first mother he knows." Just then, Alex's sister and brother-in-law came into the room, led by a male nurse. "Here she is."

"Well, then. Come meet your son," the female nurse holding Nathan said.

Alex's sister took the baby and greeted him happily before walking over to the bed and sitting next to Alex. Bobby backed away; aiming the camera Alex had asked him to use to film the birth at the family. "Hey, I'm Alex's brother-in-law, George. Who're you?"

"Bobby Goren. Eames…Alex's partner. She asked me to film the birth for you two," Bobby muttered, shaking George's hand. The doctors and nurses left them alone for a little bit before moving Alex into a room and Goren filmed steadily for Eames. Liz held Nathan so everyone could see him and gestured with her free hand for Bobby to come closer.

"Hi, Bobby. I'm Liz and this is Nathan." Bobby smiled, his eyes flickering to Alex uncomfortably. Liz shifted Nathan into George's arms and got up to hug Bobby, to intense surprise. He went completely tense and his eyes went to Alex, hoping that would calm him.

"Uh, Lizzie, he's not very good with that kind of thing," Alex said, trying to help Bobby.

"Right. Sorry," Liz replied, pulling back. "I just wanted to thank you for filming the birth. I was so sad we weren't going to make it in time to see. Thank you so much." She patted his arm and he gave a weak smile.

"It was…was Alex's idea. She…She didn't want you to miss it." He seemed more comfortable talking about Alex than just talking companionably, Liz noticed, and he got a spark of admiration in his eyes when he looked at her. He was in love and that was in no way unnoticeable.

"Well then. Thank you, Alex." Liz sat back down and put her arm around Alex's shoulders before leaning in and whispering, "What's with him?"

"He's just a little tense around people he doesn't know," she replied quietly. "Especially when they hug him." Liz giggled and Alex smiled at Bobby.

Alex sighed and plopped down on her couch with a sigh. Bobby grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and covered her up lovingly. She couldn't bring herself to smile. The only baby she would probably ever carry was gone and she was officially depressed. Bobby gently lied her down on a pillow he fluffed carefully and she sighed heavily as she stared at her coffee table. She jumped when her partner began to remove her shoes and socks. He quickly released her feet with wide, concerned eyes. She relaxed again and he returned to his task. Then he gently rubbed her feet, watching her worriedly. She avoided his deep brown eyes sadly. Bobby rubbed all the knots from her feet then got up to make her some tea. She hid under the blanket to cry.

Bobby sighed heavily when he saw her hiding under the blanket and knelt down after setting the tray on the coffee table. He gently rubbed her arm through the blanket and she wept harder. "Eames? Eames, tell me what to do? Tell me how to make it better," he pleaded. "Please. I'll do anything. Just…Just tell me."

"You can't do anything for me, Goren. Just leave it alone." She uncovered her head and started to get up but the fact she was tired and starving caught up to her and she collapsed from weakness, her partner's strong arms immediately going to catch her. He lowered her onto the couch and rushed to get her something to eat. She ate the sandwich he made and drank the tea but she didn't talk to him until she got tired of him pacing in front of her coffee table. "Thank you, Goren, for your help. You can leave, if you'd like."

"Um, no, I don't want to yet. Uh…Eames? Will you tell me what it is that…that's making you so upset? It…It seems like post-partum depression…to me. Is…Is that it? If not…If not you should tell me what it is so I can help. I wanna…I wanna help." He sat on the small table and caught her gaze with his brow furrowed in concern.

"Did I ever tell you how annoying it is when you refuse to just spit out what you want to say?" He shook his head, no anger in his eyes. She sighed and pulled her legs to her chest sadly. "I want my own baby, Bobby. But I'm starting to think I'll never get my own."

"Oh," was all that escaped his mouth after a few minutes. She rolled her eyes and muttered about him being a great help sarcastically. "Well, I…I know some people…some doctors…that could help you with artificial insemination and donors. Would…Would that help?"

She sighed and forced a smile, holding her arms to Bobby for a hug even though it was a pretty lame attempt to help. He moved into her hug slowly. His return embrace was careful, almost like he thought he would break her if he held her too hard, and he gently stroked her hair to soothe both of them. "Oh, Bobby. I don't know. I just don't know."

Eventually, Eames cried herself to sleep in his arms and he carried her to her bed. He wrote a note promising to return to take care of her after checking in on his mom and left. When he returned, his petite partner was just lying on her bed, clutching the note in her small fist. He sat down beside her and handed her a book. "What's this?" she asked dully. "Who are these people?"

"Donors," Bobby replied. "I stopped by my friend's office. She let me bring you the book. I know it's a little too early to go right into having another baby but it's never too early to plan something."

"You didn't hesitate at all when you said that," she teased softly. He smiled and lied down next to her to look at the profiles with her. "This one looks okay. I'm not sure I'd like my child to have his nose though."

"It's a pig's nose," he joked. She smiled and looked at him. "What?"

"You'd make a great donor." He started to laugh but stopped when he saw her serious expression. "You're handsome, smart, and you've got a great personality. Plus you could still see the child. All babies need a daddy sometimes."

"Eames, I'm your partner. Having a child together would make things very complicated," he murmured, looking at her ceiling nervously.

"We would have a perfect child, Bobby. Rather boy or girl, they'd be perfect." Bobby began to fidget. He knew when Eames wanted something; his chances of deterring her were 1to 100. And he couldn't refuse her anything, even if he tried. "At least think about it."

"Fine. I'll…I'll think about it. Meanwhile…Look for a plan B," he replied, tapping the binder. She turned the pages slowly while he lied beside her, his mind off in a world were he and Eames were in love, married, and building a family. He knew that was impossible but he loved the idea anyway. She just wanted a baby of her own. She probably only asked him because of his IQ and okay looks. But having a kid with Alex wouldn't be so bad. She did say he could be there. He could imagine spoiling their little girl rotten or teaching their son to play baseball. Or whatever he wanted to do. "Can I get up and pace or would you just snap at me?"

Eames laughed slightly and gestured. "If it'll help you think it through, Bobby, go for it. I won't look thought 'cause it just makes me dizzy."

Bobby lurched off the bed and started pacing; muttering to his self all the reasons having a baby with Eames would be either good or bad. Eames found herself watching his face. Watching his mouth move and trying to read the words coming out without hearing them. He looked so troubled. He wanted the child, she could tell that much, but he was unsure how it would affect them. He was scared of loosing her.

"Bobby," she said softly. He froze and looked at her attentively. "Look, this isn't a decision you have to make right now. I won't be having the baby for several months. Just think it through thoroughly."

"Okay. Thanks. I'll…I'll do that. Um, anything you need?" Bobby said, rubbing his forehead in an attempt to relax.

"Actually, I think what I need is for you to leave the room," she replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"Why?" he asked, obviously worried he did something wrong that upset her.

"Because I need to…pump the milk from my breasts so Liz can come by and get the bottles for Nathan," she admitted uncomfortably.

He smiled slightly and nodded. "But can I just, you know, stay out in the living room? It's not like I'm gonna peek."

She smiled and nodded. Bobby retrieved the pump for her then left the room. Eames leaned backed against her pillows and smiled to herself. She felt so much better, knowing she wasn't going to loose her chance to have a baby. Bobby would never refuse her. She would definitely get that baby. A baby with little curls and an extremely high IQ. A little boy or girl with Bobby's excitement over even the smallest thing. She could imagine holding that baby, nursing them lovingly, and watching them take their first steps. It was a beautiful dream and no doubt, her partner would help her bring it to life.

Bobby walked around Alex's living room, picking up anything on the floor. Once there was nothing else to clean up there, he went into the kitchen and began to make her a large dinner. When Eames came out of her bedroom to put the bottles in a cooler in the fridge for her new nephew, the table was set and Bobby was just leaning against the counter to wait for her.

"Wow. This is certainly something. Having trouble relaxing?" she asked after putting away the bottles. Bobby shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Thank you, Bobby. This is fantastic. You're being really great lately, you know that?"

"Well, you…you're always thinking of everyone else, Eames. I…I think s-someone should t-take care of you n-now." He avoided her gaze and she smiled before kissing his cheek gently. His head shot up and he gave her a look like a deer caught in the headlights. She smiled at him and walked over to the table.

"Well, come on, Goren. It's going to get cold soon." Bobby nodded and pulled out her seat for her before joining her. After they ate, Alex found herself growing sleepy again and when she swayed standing up, her partner rushed forward to scoop her up. She hung onto his neck as he carried her to her bedroom and watched through half open eyes while he removed her jeans and shirt and put her in the nightshirt she indicated caringly. "Thank you, Bobby."

"No problem." He tucked her into her bed and kissed her forehead lovingly before standing up. "Uh, I'll drop by before work to check on you, okay? I'll bring you breakfast. If you need anything, just call, okay?"

"Kay," she replied sleepily. "See you tomorrow, Bobby."

"Yeah. Yeah. Bye." Bobby leaned down and kissed her forehead before leaving the room.

Fin! Fin! Fin! I hope you've enjoyed my lovely little chapter two!