Title: Something Good After All

Author: Danii x2

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Chapter 3-

Lindsay almost dropped the phone in shock. She whispered a faint thank you and snapped her phone shut. She walked a bit farther down the hall and into the locker room.

She stopped at the showers and slid down the wall.

How the hell was she pregnant? That was the one question that kept replaying through her head. They had had sex only a handful of times, using protection each time.

God, he had been amazing in bed. He knew the exact places and the right touches to turn her on. They had lain in bed for hours on their day off, alternating between touching and kissing.

And now. She couldn't even bare to think about what would happen if he died. It was bad enough that she could barely live a day without seeing him but now she was carrying his child?

Could the day really get any worse? She felt utterly hopeless. The one man that she loved was in the middle of surgery trying to repair the gaping hole in his stomach and she was here in the Crime Lab trying to get the guy that did it to him.

Just the thought of him, remembering all of the blood. All of the blood, his blood. That was one thing that she never wanted to see. All of Danny's blood all over her hands, and in the bedroom. She had knelt next to him and tried to apply pressure but it seemed to be just forcing and gushing its way out through her fingers. God she could remember every second of it. It was still all over her hands, she had tried washing it but she couldn't. She had scrubbed so hard and now her hands were raw.

After he had fallen unconscious, she had almost broken down. .It wasn't even the fact that he had lost so much that scared her the most. She was scared of losing him. She had held herself together enough to let him lay against her while Flack began to apply pressure but she had allowed only a couple of tears to escape.

Now, she was sobbing. Her tears sprayed the sweater she wore. Danny's favorite sweater, a soft green cashmere one that was short enough that her light green cami was visible and if she lifter her arms up high enough, her stomach would show, just the way he liked it.

That was how Stella found her, once again in the locker room. Stella gently helped her up and led her to the sink to splash some water on her face. Once her eyes weren't so red, Stella led her to Mac's office.

"He won't be here until later, he's going back to the scene." She said sitting in one of the chairs and giving Lindsay the water bottle she had gotten from the vending machine.

Lindsay took a generous sip and closed the lid. She looked down at her hands and sighed, more tears spilling down her cheeks.

"What happened?" Stella asked. "Was it the hospital?"

"No, it wasn't Danny. My…um…doctor said that there's a reason why I haven't been feeling so great."

Stella smile, not yet quite getting the puzzle. "So what's the matter?"

Lindsay smiled. Stella was ever the optimist. "Um…well, she said that I'm…uhh…pregnant."

Two hours later, the CSI team was seated in the Surgical Waiting Room. The entire team was there. Mac and Hawkes were quietly speaking in the corner of the room, occasionally glancing at the large set of double doors. Flack was pacing the length of the room in double time and sipping a stale cup of hospital coffee. Stella had disappeared into the hallway, exclaiming how she had forgotten to grab her stack of unwritten paperwork. She had forgotten to mention that the real reason was that if she stayed in the small, uncomfortable room any longer she would scream. She couldn't stand the silent terror and anxiety that had fallen on the sullen group, she just had to get away.

Lindsay was just as anxious as the rest of them, maybe more. She was pretending to read an old copy of some medical journal but had barely gotten through the first page. Her fingers tapped against the old fabric of the couch in anticipation of finding out information.

A small family was seated in the corner of the room, holding a silent vigil for their loved one. The youngest was a tiny girl, who looked about five. Her large brown eyes were drooping as the excitement of the day continued. She was sitting on her father's lap and one tiny tear slipped down her tiny tanned cheek.

The room was just about silent. Only the nurses' laughter at the desk, were heard, allowing the inhabitants at the room to know that they weren't alone. It didn't matter to them. Half of them were stuck in their minds, caught in their thoughts while they spent the boring, impatient hours waiting.

So far they had been waiting for five hours. They still had an hour left.

Don Flack wasn't a patient man. He was the kind of guy that wanted answers when he was in the moment, not twleve hours later. That's what made him such an excellent detective. He wanted facts when he wanted them and often he could scare the pants off of any suspect when he got impatient.

He also couldn't keep still during trying times. His brain raced with information, trying to piece each fact together and fit the puzzle together. Now, he was pacing to keep his mind occupied. It was the only way to keep from screaming out and crying that his best friend was dying.

He had sat there with Danny. He had placed his hands on his stomach, trying to keep the blood in his body. It didn't work to well.

The bullet had nicked something big. He had bled a lot. For a man that dealt with death on a daily basis, it was a terrifying experience. He had been in that position, so had a lot of other men on the force but the most frightening thing was being in mist of the chaos.

Sure, he had been trained to be able to work under pressure, under fire, but that was all on paper in the books. The men that taught them how to act in situations like this were hard and tough. They didn't show feelings, they didn't want to scare the men and send running home when they talked about gunfire and being with their friends, brothers, as they died.

He hated the feeling of being in control of peoples' lives, whether they lived or died. It wasn't that he didn't like being a cop, he loved it but he just hated when people died. Everyone did.

He hated having to tell the families. Your son was a wonderful young man. He helped keep this city safe. It drove him to drink whenever the mother would cry, the sister would comfort and cry and the brother would go stoic and say 'thank you for your time and please close the door behind you'. What made him even more depressed was when the fathers would cry. It was a seldom event when the men cried. The big, strong men would let a few tears slip out and clutch their wives to their chests as they cried almost simultaneously.

He didn't want that for Danny. He really never wanted to see his parents cry over his dead body.

But Danny was strong. He had always been a strong kid and right now he needed all the strength he could get. Danny needed to be strong to survive the surgery he was going through but there was no doubt in Flack's mind, he would make it. Danny had to.

In the hospital, Stella felt confined. She could barely breath without smelling the stereotype stench of the hospital. The overly empowering scent of too much disinfectant mixed with either the coppery smell of blood or the disgusting food in the cafeteria was too overpowering. She needed to get away to run!

She wasn't claustrophobic, she just needed to get away from it all before her overactive imagination got the best of her common sense and used it against her.

She leaned against the wall just outside of the ER. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm her racing heart. She could hear sirens in the distance and the excited chatter of the young paramedics just around the corner from where she stood.

She hated sickness…and dying. As if it wasn't enough, she couldn't stand the hospital. It was a dreadful place to be. The oncology ward was depressing. People losing their hair was saddening as was watching them lose their will to live from the massive amounts of chemo and radiation they had in them. The ICU was silent place, only having activity in furious, flashes of motions. The ER was about the same only it had extreme noise and confusion. The maternity ward was the only happy place where they rarely visited.

Stella sighed a second time and walked quickly down the street with her head down.

She reached a local Dunkin' Donuts in record time. Maybe something sweet and some coffee might cheer the team up a little while they waited out the surgery. She sat at a small two person table and put her head in her hands debating whether to just sit there all day and pretend that she forgot her cell at the lab or getting up and ordering.

She chose the latter and stood up leaving her coat on the table. She stood in line for quite a while. It left her a mountain of time for thinking.

She couldn't stand when she was alone. It made her feel more vulnerable and transparent. It made her mind spend the quiet moments in the darkest part and shift through pain filled memories she had long since forgotten. It almost made her wish that she hadn't gone out by herself and stayed at the hospital.

She left soon after her order was completed. She was eager to get back to the hospital even though the circumstances for being there were horrible.

She entered the waiting room with a push of her foot, balancing five coffees in two trays.

"Hey guys, I brought some fresh brew. I know that the stuff your drinking now tastes awful." She put the trays on the lopsided little coffee table and sat down next to Mac. Don turned around and smiled, thankful that she had given him something else to do with the time.

"How can they let people drink that?" Hawkes asked. "It's a health hazard to anyone who dares to drink it, not to mention the doctors."

"Haha. I bet they don't even notice. They probably have secret stashes of good coffee in the lounges."

"Where are your files?" Lindsay's soft voice cut Stella and Hawkes' banter flat. "I thought that was why you went out." She looked at Stella with wide eyes. She had a hand on her stomach and looked desperate. She didn't touch the coffee Stella got for her and was a pale white color.

"I don't have them?" Stella glanced around and let out a bitter laugh. "I guess I had other things on my mind."

She placed her coffee on the table and looked up.

"I don't suppose you heard anything?" The question was quiet and solemn.

"no not yet. I suppose that's good news for us. Maybe the longer we don't hear anything the better it is." Don said turning his back to the group so they couldn't see the worry pass his face.

"Yea, I guess your right."

A loud banging of the surgical doors opening startled the small group. As they jumped and turned they heard the soft muffled tapping of medical booties on the tiled floor.

The woman doctor smiled kindly but her large, tired green eyes showed pity. She was a medium built woman that seemed to be very tall. She was wearing standardized surgical scrubs and her chestnut hair was wrapped in a hair net. The scrubs she wore were splattered in her patient's blood.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Messer's family? I have some information involving his condition."

Mwahahaha. I know I'm evil but the next one is coming up soon. I know that this chapter is very small. My computer lost this chapter and the next one I had planned so now I'm starting from scratch again. I really planned for this to be the last chapter so now I have absolutely no clue where this is going. I would like some of your input. Please review and tell me what you would like to have in the next chapter. I'll pick and paste some of the pieces that I think will fit with the ending I have already planned. Thanks so much for all of the support you guys have given me. I really feel special that you're taking some time out of your day to help me become a better writer. Thanks again!!