Bobby's jaw dropped. 'The baby? Lindsay was pregnant?' Aloud he asked the doctor, "Can I see her?"

"We're actually going to release her right now. She should have someone with her to help in case she needs anything."

"She will. I'll stay with her," Bobby promised and walked into the exam room to see for himself that Lindsay was okay.

Lindsay looked up when the door opened and when she saw Bobby, her head bowed to look at the ground. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "You shouldn't have had to see this."

"Don't worry about me," Bobby comforted as he sat in front of her. He smiled gently. "You're pregnant?" When Lindsay just nodded, Bobby continued. "It's Kelton's?" Again Lindsay nodded. "Does he know?"

Lindsay shook her head. "I'm waiting for the right time to tell him. He's been so stressed out lately, he's been losing a lot of cases."

"Are you afraid he'll hurt you again when you tell him?" Bobby hated to ask, but he had to.

Lindsay opened her mouth, then closed it. The fact that she seemed to have to think about it for a minute told Bobby the true answer. "No," the answer was more of a question than a statement though. "I need to catch him at a good time, when he's not worried about a case. It's not the baby's fault that things are a mess right now, but he deserves both of his parents."

Bobby nodded, pretending to understand, and moved so he was sitting next to her on the hospital bed, his legs hanging over the side. "Has he hit you before, Lindsay?"

Lindsay looked at the ground. She didn't want to tell Bobby that he had. She didn't want him, or anybody for that matter, to know what was really going on.

"Lindsay?" Bobby spoke softly and insistently. He wanted an answer from her but again, her silence told him what he'd hoped wasn't the case.

Lindsay nodded slowly, still unable to look at her friend. "It's not his fault Bobby. He doesn't like me working with people who can hurt me."

'No, he'd rather hurt you himself,' Bobby thought furiously.

"And he loves me Bobby. He's jealous of how much time I spend at the office. And of you. He thinks that we have something going. I've told him that we don't, but he doesn't believe me."

"If he loves you Lindsay, he wouldn't hurt you."

"He just has a temper, that's all. And I set him off. If I didn't say those things, if I didn't work so much, if I didn't make him mad...I make him do it."

"You make him hit you," Bobby asked, not believing word of it.

"If I...if I could just..." Lindsay trailed off, unsure of how she could stop Chris. "It started slowly. And when he starts winning again, it'll get better. He's the only man who's ever loved me, Bobby. I hate that I'm such a failure. I wish I could make him happy."

Unsure of what to say, Bobby slid an arm around Lindsay's shoulders and drew her into a gentle hug. "You're not a failure, Linds. You're a beautiful, smart, loving woman. Any guy would be lucky to have you in his life."

Lindsay shook her head. Chris had done such a good job of beating her down mentally and emotionally that she believed everything he'd told her. "Chris was the first man I ever slept with. And I'm lousy at it, Bobby. I'm lucky that he loves me, that he's willing to put up with it. Professionally, Lindsay the lawyer is doing great. Personally, I've always been a mess."

Bobby decided that this was a problem best tackled not in a hospital but somewhere more private.

"You don't seem like a mess to me, and you never have." Bobby decided to switch tactics. "The doctor said that the baby's fine," he tried instead and was rewarded with a small smile.

"I'm glad," Lindsay sighed, relieved.

"How far along are you?" Bobby was trying to find the best way to convince Lindsay to get help, even though after what Kelton had done to her, Bobby didn't imagine that it would take much convincing.

"Six weeks. Almost seven." Lindsay leaned against the wall tiredly and closed her eyes. "Bobby?"

"Yes?" Bobby rubbed her leg supportively.

"I want to leave, please."

"Okay. The doctor said that you can go home when you're ready."

Bobby gently lifted Lindsay into his arms and set her in the wheel chair the nurse had left in the room. He wheeled her out to his car and started back home.

"Bobby? Can you just take me back to the office, please?"

Bobby's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe that Lindsay was thinking of working after what had happened. "No Lindsay. You're going home to rest and heal."

Tears of shame filled Lindsay's eyes. "I can't go home."

"Why not? If you're worried about Kelton, I'll stay on the couch. He won't hurt you, I won't let him."

Though touched by Bobby's words, Lindsay shook her head. "I live with Chris. He won't let me in. When I make him angry, Chris locks me out."

"What?!" Bobby exclaimed as he realized the real reason Lindsay had spent so many nights at the office. "He locks you out of your own home?"

Lindsay nodded. "To punish me."

"That bastard! Then you can stay at my place tonight."

"I can't do that, Bobby. Don't you understand that that will just make Chris more angry? It's better if I stay at the office. I can tell him that I fell asleep working on the case. He'll be upset that I put so much effort into defending drug dealers, but he'd be furious if I spent the night with you."

"I'll sleep on the couch."

Lindsay shook her head. "I just want to go to the office Bobby. Please? He'll let me in the apartment tomorrow, if I don't make any mistakes."

Bobby didn't want to give in, but hearing Lindsay beg and realizing just how scared she was had him turning the car around.

When they arrived, Bobby offered to carry her up to the office but Lindsay insisted on using her new crutches. She pointed out that Bobby couldn't carry her everywhere and she needed to start getting used to the crutches. Bobby insisted that she get settled on his couch.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Lindsay shook her head. She'd been planning on grabbing fast food on the way home that night, but hadn't made it that far and now she was more tired than hungry. "I'd rather go to sleep, really."

Bobby shook his head firmly. "The baby needs food. What sounds good? Pizza? Chinese?" Lindsay shrugged, not caring what they ate. "Okay then, pizza. I know this great little place a few blocks away, Luciano's. I know the owner and his wife. They have the best pizza in Boston. I'll give them a call, then go pick it up since they don't deliver, okay?" Lindsay shrugged. Whatever Bobby wanted was fine. He ordered a cheese pizza and left Lindsay on the couch to rest with both his office door and the main door locked behind him while he left to pick it up.

Once on the road, Bobby turned not toward the pizza parlor, but toward the house of the one person he hoped could talk some sense into Lindsay and make her realize that she needed to leave Kelton for good.