Lindsay had the news playing as she ate breakfast before work, but wasn't paying any attention. She made herself eat a few more Cheerios before dumping the rest of them down the drain. Her morning sickness made her want to skip eating altogether, but she'd learned from experience that not eating made her feel even worse. She rinsed out the bowl and was putting it into the dishwasher when she heard the newscaster say something of interest. Tanglewood Boys. Those two words prompted Lindsay to rush over to the television. Without even thinking she grabbed the remote and pushed the record button. Thank heavens for satellite TV.

"A fight was started in Central Park late last night," the charismatic reporter said with a grim expression on his face, "Authorities tell us that it was a local gang, the Tanglewood Boys, who were the cause of this incident. We go now to Madeline Callaghan in the field. Madeline?"

"Thanks, David," the beautiful, blonde reporter said with a smile. "Just last night this area of our beloved Central Park was being terrorized by the Tanglewood Boys. In recent months the gang has become more and more violent, as shown by the destruction evident in this area." She swept her hand around, gesturing to the tipped over benches and trashcans, the garbage littering the ground. "As far as we can tell there were no injuries among the members of the Tanglewood boys. Officers who tried to break up the fight and a few civilians, including one of our own reporters, sustained minor injuries, however. Luckily, nobody was seriously injured and my dear friend and colleague, Allison Williams, will be back on the job in no time." She smiled gently. "Back to you David."

Lindsay tapped her foot impatiently as David said a few remarks in reference to the reporter who had been sent to the hospital. She wanted footage of the incident, a photo, anything! "It's fortunate to us that we were able to get some footage of last night's outbreak," David said, earning Lindsay's undivided attention once more. The screen cut to a mob of people shouting and hitting one another. One man was on the outskirts of the group, just involved enough so as to not arise suspicion, but not really putting his whole heart into it either. Lindsay squinted and moved closer. It looked like it could be Danny, but she wasn't quite sure. The camera zoomed in a little farther in his direction and Lindsay began to cry as she realized that it was, in fact, her husband.

With a sigh of relief she slumped onto the couch. He was alive. Just seeing his face had lightened the feelings of grief and worry that she'd been carrying around for nearly two months now. Instinctively she put a hand on her stomach. She'd developed a habit of doing this every time she was thinking about Danny. It was her way of reminding herself that he was always with her – literally.

She'd decided in the last two weeks that this baby wasn't coming at such an inconvenient time after all. Now she knew that no matter what happened, no matter when – or if, she shuddered – he came back, she'd still have a little part of him with her all the time.

She rewound the recording she had made of the news show to the part where it zoomed in on Danny's face. Then she paused it. It was slightly blurry and he wasn't looking right into the camera, but it was Danny. Sure, he wasn't smirking as he did so much of the time, he actually looked rather angry, but it was enough for her.

Leaving the TV frozen where it was, she flounced into the bathroom to shower and get dressed. For the first time since Danny had left she actually put time and effort into her appearance. She picked a shirt that she knew he loved and the slacks that looked the best on her. Not a single hair was out of place and her skin glowed with a radiance that had only been present on one other day – her wedding day. She finished it off with a spray of the perfume Danny had bought her for her birthday and a pair of strappy heels.

She felt like singing as she walked to the subway. It felt like one of those moments in Disney movies where the birds are tweeting and the little bunny rabbits hopping along and the beautiful princess just bursts into song, not having a care in the world. She earned strange looks from sullen commuters in the subway because of her constant smiling and cheerful disposition. The subway car was packed and when a feeble old woman boarded and couldn't find a seat free, Lindsay sprang up out of hers and offered it to the woman.

Lindsay practically danced into the lab that morning. "Did you see it?" Stella squealed the moment she spotted her.

Lindsay grinned and nodded energetically. She rushed up to Stella and hugged her. "You were right," she said, "everything will be ok."

"Never doubt me again, Linds," Stella joked.

"I won't," Lindsay promised.

Flack walked up to their little celebration and was very confused. "Is it somebody's birthday that I don't know about?" he asked, his blue eyes darting from one female coworker to the other.

"Didn't you see it?" Lindsay asked, breathlessly.

"See what?" Flack asked with a frown on his face. He knew women were strange, but he was seriously hoping that this wasn't about Grey's Anatomy or something. He recalled a moment a few months back when he'd walked into the break room to find Lindsay and Stella tearfully recalling a particularly touching episode of ER.

"The news!" Stella explained, exasperated.

"What's goin' on?" Flack asked. "Is Brad Pitt shootin' a movie in New York or somethin'?" He really hoped he was wrong.

"No!" Lindsay laughed. "Danny!"

This got Flack's attention. "What about him?"

"There was a fight in Central Park last night! The Tanglewood Boys were there and a news crew got part of it on film. He's ok, Flack, Danny's alive and kicking!" Lindsay told him.

Don swept both Stella and Lindsay into his arms as he let out a little whoop. "Here that, Herbie, Daddy's alright," he addressed Lindsay's stomach.

"Don, really, will you stop calling him or her Herbie? You're going to confuse the baby!" Lindsay protested.

Flack just squeezed them harder.

A/N Yay. Happy news. Ok, quick question, would it be not ok for me to give the baby the same first name that I was going to give Danny and Lindsay's baby in another story I'm working on? You're thoughts are always appreciated.

xoxo

Lia