Catherine Chandler placed the room for the 1000th time. She'd tried to count the days she'd been kept here, and by her estimate, it had been a little over a month since they'd moved her. The funny thing was, they hadn't questioned her since they moved her; yet before that they had done all they could to make her tell them where the book Joe had given her was stashed. She couldn't figure it. Joe had been hospitalized because of that book; his friend had been killed. Elliot Burch hadn't wanted to touch the book with a ten foot pole, and he normally didn't shy away from challenges. She couldn't let them down, and tell her kidnappers what they wanted, if and when they started asking again.

Unless it was about Vincent. She thought she'd heard him when they were driving away from the initial place they'd held her, but she couldn't be sure. She'd been so out of it, with the drugs they'd given her during the questioning. Half a dozen times, she had thought she'd seen Vincent in that room during the questioning, lending her strength.

Dr. Peter Alcott sat in his office, going over the latest batch of lab results and catching up on paperwork. He closed one file, moved it to the finished stack, and pulled the next lab result. He stopped dead when he saw the name on the sheet of paper. Catherine Chandler. The date of the test was just before she'd gone missing, and it showed a positive pregnancy test. He stood up, still holding the result, and walked over to the receptionist's desk.

"Connie," he asked, showing her the paper, "when did we get this test result?"

The receptionist looked at the paper. "Just yesterday. Jenny from the hospital records department said she was going over her files, and couldn't remember if she'd sent the results over after the patient requested they send the results to us. I told her to send them over, just in case. Why, is something wrong?"

"No, nothing," Peter said. "What do I have for the rest of the afternoon?"

"A well baby exam. They're her now, filling out paperwork," she gestured to a couple in the waiting room with a baby about nine months old, bent over a clipboard. "Then, nothing," she said, checking the appointment calendar.

"Ok, Connie. Keep the rest of the afternoon clear. I'll do the well baby exam, then take the rest of the day off."

Connie nodded.

Just then, the male half of the couple stood and came up to the reception desk. He handed Connie the clipboard.

"Thank you, Mr. Hunter," she said, taking the clipboard.

Peter set the lab result face down on Connie's desk.

"Mr. Hunter, I'm Dr. Alcott. I can take you back now, while Connie takes care of the paperwork," he said.

Connie handed Peter the medical history portion of the paperwork, keeping the insurance portion for herself.

Peter took the family back to the exam room.

"So," Peter started, looking down at the paperwork in his hands, "I see little Chloe here is 9 months old. So, how has she been doing?"

The check up went well, with Chloe hitting all her developmental expectations. As they finished, Peter walked the McCall-Hunter family back to the waiting room.

"Connie," Peter asked, "please set them up with another well baby appointment in 3 months or so." He turned to the family. "Thanks for coming in. If anything comes up before your next appointment, please feel free to call." Peter shook their hands, then headed out.

A couple minutes later, as Peter waited for the elevator, he heard his last patients leave his office.

"So, you never told me what happened at the task force meeting. How'd it go?"

"Good. Listen, I might want to bounce a few ideas off you later about this Catherine Chandler, you being a girl and all," Hunter teased.

"Oh, you noticed that did you? Gee whizz," his partner laughed.

"Yes, I did. I might have to check again later, though. A strip search maybe in order."

"Sure, I might have to strip search you in return. I have to be sure I'm safe, you know," McCall quipped back.

"So, your ok with me running a few things by you?"

"Sure, Hunter," she agreed.

They reached the bank of elevators and noticed Dr. Alcott waiting for the elevator, and blushed.

"Sorry," McCall said to Dr. Alcott, "we have this weird relationship."

The elevator arrived, and Peter separated from them outside the building lobby, quickly heading below.