An hour had passed, and the midwife had arrived, and was checking Amita over.

"Oh, we've got lots of time, Mama." she said cheerily. "Only two centimeters yet... Not even time for the tub." she said, gesturing to the self-inflating tub in the middle of Charlie and Amita's bedroom.

Robin bit her nails. "Shouldn't we call Charlie?"

"They're working to find L--- owwww!!!! Larry..." Amita breathed. "Besides, we have time..."

"Yeah, I know, but if Charlie is anything like Don--- And from my experience, they are despite their differences--- if I don't call him. I won't hear the end of it until I go into labor.

The midwife turned, and smiled at Robin, "You are pregnant too?"

"Maybe," Robin replied. "I have not taken the test yet. I am scared."

"Oh there is nothing to worry about," Kam replied.

Robin tried to smile. "Well, I'm nervous. Part me wondered if I ever would be a mother. Not that I didn't want to be one, but I was just always focused on my career."

Amita exhaled. "Oh Robin, I am sure you will make a wonderful mother. I will let you practice with the twins..."

Robin smiled. "And how the other day asked if you would help raise mine... I feel like such--- I am sorry Amita. I think part of me was already thinking I was pregant and it put my psyche on overdrive."

Amita nodded.

"So are you sure, you don't want me to call Charlie?"

"Yeah, I am sure. I want my husband with me. I really do. But I know Charlie. Let him keep looking for his friend. When he is found, he will be more focused. And trust me, focused is what I need him to be."


Once they knew whom they were looking for, it wasn't that hard to find Hasselbeck. He was in plain sight, at his mom's house. He ran--- because they always run, but Colby tackled him.

After the short ride back to the office, he was immediately put in a room to be interrogated by Don, who slapped several files in front of him.

"We know about the cheating, how you got kicked out of CalSci..." he said, then shoved Brenda's picture at him. "Guess she was the first you decided to get revenge on, wasn't she?"

Hasselbeck shrugged arrogantly.

"Think you're too smart to get caught? You got caught once, didn't you? We know you attacked Mildred---"

"No, you don't." Hasselbeck frowned. "You don't have proof."

"You left your little mask behind--- there's DNA on it, genius."

Hasselbeck held a still face. "But how do you---"

"The wheels are turning now, aren't they Ernest? You really messed up. You could have gone to another school. But instead you thought you could take revenge with violence and get away with it."

"Another school? Are you crazy? No respected school would take me in after they found out I cheated. I couldn't get a bad grade in that class. Don't you understand? Because of what those professors did to me, my life is over."

"No... but it is now," Don informed. "How old are you? 21? Sad that you already messed up your life before it even began."

"Screw you," he mumbled under his breath.

Don rolled his eyes at the boy. "Well. I'm sure you will have plenty of time thinking about what you have done."

He turned around and turned his back on the boy. In his life he had seen too many young people, barely men, screw themselves over so fast. It made him sad. Leaving the interrogation room, in saw Charlie waiting for him.

"So, did he say anything about Larry?" he asked him, concern in his voice.

"Oh!" Don shouted. "I totally forgot..."

Charlie narrowed his eyes at him, a look of concerned anticipation. "What is it?"

"Right before we found our suspect, I got a voice mail, from Megan," he replied.

"What?" Charlie replied.

"Yeah, well, I decided to call her earlier and ask her if she happened to hear from Larry. And well..." Don chuckled. "They're spending the weekend together. Right about now, they should be getting to their hotel room at the Vineyard."

Charlie laughed relievedly. "Oh, that's... that's good..."

"Yeah, come on; we've got this one all wrapped..."

"Oh, I should call Amita and Robin." Charlie said, reaching for his cell.

"Robin?"

"Well, she drove Amita home." Charlie explained.

"Oh, okay." Don nodded.

Charlie dialed the land-line, and Robin answered.

"Hello?" she said, sounding panicked.

"Robin? What's wr---"

But, over the background of the phone, he heard Amita's scream, "Ahhhh!! Maybe I was wrong, I want some freaking drugs!!" Charlie's eyes got huge. "Omigod, she's... she's..."

"Yes! Babies! Now!" Robin yelled into the phone.

Charlie looked at Don, wide-eyed. "They're coming now..."

"Okay, come on; I'll drive you to the hospital." Don said, reaching for his keys.

"No, just the house." Charlie explained nervously, following him to the elevator. "We're having a home-birth."

Don raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Not my idea..." Charlie muttered...


When they got to the house, Alan was pacing the living room with Mr. and Mrs. Ramujan, and Robin was sitting in a chair, staring blankly at a stick in her hand. At Amita's scream, Charlie raced upstairs, and Don knelt down next to Robin.

"Hey, babe; what's this?" he asked with a gentle smile.

"It says I'm pregnant." she said. "The midwife keeps extras in her little bag for her different appointments--- did you know they're electronic now? See? It says the word pregnant on it... Don?"

Don looked at her in wide-eyed shock. "A babe... a baby?"

Robin nodded.

"Oh, honey... that's great!"

"After what I'm seeing up there, I'm not so sure..."

Meanwhile, upstairs...

"Oh, Amita... I'm here..."

"Charlie!" Amita wailed. "It hurts..."

Charlie bit his lower lip. "I know, I know, I'm so sorry..." he said, falling down next to the inflatable tub and taking her hand.

"Nine centimeters." Kam said calmly. "It will soon be time for the pushing."

"See? Everything's gonna be just fine..." Charlie soothed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he put the cold pack against her forehead.

"It's coming!" Amita screeched.

"Not yet..." Kam warned.

"Damnit, I can feel it coming!"

"I know, but don't push." the midwife cautioned.

"I have to!" she sobbed.

Charlie's eyes stung for his beloved being in so much pain.

"Can't... isn't there something...?" he fumbled.

"All right, little Mama," the midwife said, "Take a deep breath, and push to a ten-count. One, two, three... Push..."

Downstairs had been dead quiet for a while, partially in anticipation, partially because Don and Alan were both in shock at Robin's little bombshell as well. But, Charlie came racing down the stairs excitedly, nearly tripping in the process.

Fortunately, Don's quick reflexes made it easy for him to catch him.

"Easy there, Buddy..." he chuckled.

Charlie looked the happiest he'd ever seen him--- he also looked suspiciously like he'd been crying.

"C'mon upstairs, everybody. I just got Amita and the babies settled, and the midwife is cleaning up." he said, racing back up the stairs.

When everyone piled into Charlie and Amita's room, they saw Amita, whom Charlie had given time and assistance to get her into the bed, and into her nicest white silk bathrobe. In one arm was a little pink blanket, the other a blue one. Charlie sat proudly next to her.

"Everyone," he said, "I'd like you to meet my firstborn, Emme Amita Eppes." he said, holding up the baby girl first, and then handed her off to Alan for the pass around. "And, my second born," he smiled, taking the baby boy into his arms before handing him off to Don, "Ethan Donald Eppes."