But There's a Light in Your Eyes (XXIX)

A Few Weeks Later

Casey would go into labor during a trial.

It was her last day of work; she just had to make it through this closing statement, and they wait it out for a few more days before she popped.

Silas on the other hand was just beginning to ease back into work. He had been cleared a week ago, and while the bruises and stitches remained, every night he and Casey would stay up a bit to talk about what had happened, but even so, he barely slept, and when he did, he would have nightmares, and wake up in cold sweats.

All of his bosses told him to take it easy for a bit, so here he was in the court room, watching Casey, who was nine months pregnant, giving a fantastic closing argument. He also had to admit that she pulled off the maternity power suit very well.

"…This monster should never be allowed to walk the streets of New York again. Make the right decision. Find him guilty." She said in that tone of voice; pleading but firm. The tone of voice she used when she was persuading a jury or when she wanted Silas to do something.

She turned and walked to the prosecution desk and was just about to sit down, when Silas noticed that her face twitched in discomfort. A split second later, she grabbed the edge of the desk. "Oh God…" Her step faltered.

Silas stood up, and jogged over to her flashing his badge.

"Yes, Agent Shag we all know who you are," Petrovsky said. "Please sit back down."

"Your Honor," Casey could hear him pouring on the southern charm. "My wife is pregnant, and I'd like to be sure she's ok." He knelt down by Casey. "What's wrong?"

"Well, let's see, I'm nine months pregnant, so the pain I'm feeling from my waist down must be because I'm going into labor!" she hissed at him.

"Someone call an ambulance!" Silas called.

"I don't need an ambulance, Agent Shag." She snapped.

"Cancel that."

"Your Honor, this is ridiculous!" the defense counsel rose.

"Technically these proceedings are over." Petrovsky said. "The jury shall begin deliberations tomorrow, without Mrs. Novak present."

"We are sorry for the inconvenience, your Honor." Silas apologized.

"Yeah, real big inconvenience…" Casey muttered under her breath.

"This court is adjourned. Agent Shag, please get Mrs. Novak to a hospitable."

"Yes, ma'am." Silas turned back to Casey. "I'm going to carry you out of here, ok?"

"Jesus, Silas, don't try it, you'll hurt yourself." He didn't seem to hear her, and instead, he slipped his arms under her knees and arms. When he tried to pick her up, he let out a kiss of pain, and set her back down.

"Ok, bad idea."

"I told you, but no! Nobody listens to Casey!"

Silas leaned back and rubbed his stomach, feeling little bits of pain shoot up his spine.

"Mr. and Mrs. Shag?" Both of them looked up to see an EMT standing over them. "Are you in need of any assistance?"

"Yessir," Silas answered. "Just lead the way."

XXX

"You were right." Silas whispered, as he wrapped an arm around Casey.

"I always am." Casey smiled down at the little blue bundle in her arms. The Novak-Shag family of three were all squeezed into the bed in Casey's room at the hospitable.

All of their visitors had come and gone, before, including, but not limited to, Casey's family, the SVU detectives, the entire BAU unit, the whole Lightman Group, some of Casey's ADA friends, Arthur Branch, the head of the New York FBI field office, and even a few judges. They had asked Olivia and Morgan to be the new baby's god-parents and both of them had been more the happy to say yes. But right now it was just them.

The delivery had been difficult to say the least. The bones in Silas' hands still felt like dust, but looking down at their son, it was worth it.

"So mom," Silas asked, "Can I hold him?"

Casey handed over the bundle to Silas, who rocked the baby back and forth in his long arms. He grinned. "You look just like your mom…"

"Except his hair. He has his dad's hair." Casey leaned into Silas' body to look at her son again, admiring the little black tuff of hair on the baby's head. "We still need a name."

"We spent all of our free time arguing if it was a girl or a boy, we never picked a name."

"How about… Connor?"

"Oh no. Nothing with a C. Nothing that will remind me of your brothers." He paused. "Something different. We all have weird names in my family."

"Silas isn't too weird."

"That was my mom's doing. She wanted something a little more aristocratic, but if my dad had it his way, I would have been Aiolos, like my grandfather, but eventually he compromised by having his name be my middle name."

"I don't think I like Aiolos that much, but his middle name can be Atticus, you know," She smiled at him, "Like your dad."

Silas smiled, glad she was acknowledging his wishes "Something biblical?"

"Says the man who hates church."

"Hey, you're the church goer in this family, I'm trying to compromise."

"And I guess I should thank you for it, shouldn't I?"

"You should." Silas seemed to ponder for a few moments. "Issac." He said at last.

"Isaac?"

"With two S's, not two A's, so it's not too biblical."

Casey mulled it over. "I actually really like it. Issac Atticus Novak-Shag."

"Issac Atticus Shnovak."

"Absolutely not."

"Casey and Silas Shnovak?" He smiled. "It's got a nice ring to it. Shnovak."

"No."

"You're no fun."

"Lawyers never are." She yawned.

"Tired?"

"You don't even know it."

"Go to sleep then."

Casey didn't need to be told twice. She used his shoulder as a pillow, and was out in less than five seconds.

"Well, bud." Silas looked at his sleeping son. "Welcome to the world…"

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Yay! It's a boy! Yes, I know it's not physically possible for someone to recover that quickly, but it's a story, so I don't really care! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter :) Review! NOW!