Mac looked at the scene in the interrogation room. The table had been overturned, the folder Lindsay had in front of her scattered about. Blood was on the floor, where the man the had come to identify as Frank Thomson, had been slammed to the ground, then was maced and wrestled to the ground.
Hawkes stood beside him, kit in hand. "We need to preserve as much evidence as we can," Mac informed.
The whole team knew how important a case this was gonna be.
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Danny held his wife's hand; his eyes closed praying for a miracle. They were waiting for the technicians to set up the sonogram.
Dear God, I know that I'm not really high on your list of priorities, but please I beg of you, please let our baby be okay. I know I don't deserve it, but Lindsay does. She doesn't deserve any of the stuff she has been through in the last few years. I don't think she can take anymore. She'll be the best mother you have ever seen, I can promise you that. I will be the best father, if you let us. Please God just let our baby be okay.
The obstetrician entered the room. "Hello Det. Messer's, my name is Dr. April Smith. I'll be the one assisting you today."
They just shook there heads in agreement.
Dr. Smith asked Lindsay to reveal her abdomen; Danny cringed at the sight of the bruising. Boy was gonna pay.
"You've miscarried before?" the doctor asks. Gripping Danny's hand Lindsay nods her head in agreement again, a tear slipping down her face.
"How far along are you?"
"Three months," Danny barely croaked out for her, the unshed tears threatening to now fall.
Danny had seen his wife cry too much in the last three years. Most of the tears had been because of him. He had never wanted to make her cry. He had only ever wanted to make her happy, to make her smile and laugh. He knew he had been selfish in the past; he should have let her go, when she had tried so many times. He never forced her to come back to him, but he never pushed her away, made her move on for her own well being.
"Let's see what we have here," the doctor says, squeezing the jelly on Lindsay's abdomen. She laid the device on Lindsay's belly and started maneuvering around.
Danny and Lindsay both looked at the monitor, praying. Lindsay sobbing, Danny pulling her close to him, trying to comfort her.
Minutes passed by, and they saw and heard nothing. They both bowed there head in defeat, trying to come to terms with the realization they had lost another child.
They hadn't said much at all to each other in the minutes and hours since the event had taken place.
They started sobbing tears of lose and despair when the finally heard the thump, thump, thump, thump
"There's your baby," she said pointing to the little fluttering on the screen.
The tears of joy quickly turned tears of joy and hope. "I love you," was the only thing to be heard between two parents.