Lindsay woke up in the middle of the night and sat up, about to go get a drink. In the haze between sleep and full consciousness though fear of Chris came back and she sat, paralyzed with fear. He was watching her, he knew where she was and as soon as she moved, he would come and find her. He would hurt her again, he would hurt the baby. Lindsay sat, too terrified to move until her mouth was all but dry and she was desperate for a drink of water. Maybe if she moved quickly, she'd be safe. She leapt out of bed and, still half asleep, forgot that she was at Bobby's and misjudged the location of the bedroom door. She ran her left shoulder into the doorframe, hard and sank to the ground, trying to swallow the involuntary sob. She backed into a corner, between the wall and a chest of drawers, and huddled there clutching her shoulder, waiting for Chris to come, as tears of fear welled in her eyes.

Bobby woke up to a strange thud followed by a sob. He sat up and looked around quickly, wondering why he was on the couch. It only took him a second to remember Lindsay and jump up, following the noise to his bedroom. He knocked on the door but when that was only met by a terrified gasp, Bobby pushed the door open and flicked on the light. The bed was empty and he jumped a foot when he heard Lindsay's frightened, pain filled voice from the ground next to him.

"Turn off the light," she begged. The light was a signal to Chris that she was there.

Bobby looked at her confused. "What? Lindsay, what happened? Are you hurt?"

"Please, just turn off the light," her voice was growing more hysterical so Bobby quickly flipped off the light switch and dropped to his knees.

"Linds," he asked softly. "What's wrong?"

"He'll see us," she whispered, terrified.

Bobby looked around the darkened room and, though he couldn't see anyone, asked, "Who? Who'll see us?"

"Chris," Lindsay whispered his name, afraid that speaking it any louder would let him hear.

Bobby's eyes narrowed. "Did he call?" He thought that he'd have heard the phone, but he'd been so tired that it was possible, though unlikely, that he'd have slept through it.

Lindsay shook her head. "No. But he'll find me. He always said if I left he'd find me. And he'll hurt me."

Bobby shook his head and gathered Lindsay into his arms. "Sh. No he won't. He won't find you and he won't hurt you, I promise. You're safe here Lindsay. No one's going to hurt you."

Lindsay just burrowed closer. She had no idea why, but she felt so much safer when Bobby was with her. She knew that he would never intentionally let anyone hurt her. "I feel like he's watching me, just waiting," she whispered.

Bobby held her closer. "He can't see you." He figured that she was too afraid to let her common sense enter into her thought process. "You know why?" Lindsay didn't respond so Bobby continued. "My apartment is protected. There's a special wall all around it and no one can see you, not even Chris. You're perfectly safe."

After several minutes, when he felt her calming down, Bobby pulled away slightly. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

"I wanted a drink," she said softly. "I forgot where I was and I ran my shoulder into the wall."

"Does it still hurt," Bobby whispered and Lindsay nodded. He stood carefully, lifting her with him and walked over to the bed, setting her against the pillows. He tucked the blankets around her legs then turned on the bedside lamp. "I'll be right back. Will you be okay?" Lindsay nodded and he hurried to the kitchen, gathered what he needed and came back to find her in exactly the same position as he'd left her. He set the pitcher of water on the table next to the bed and handed her two pills.

Lindsay eyed them skeptically. "What are these? I can't take anything that'll hurt the baby."

"These won't," Bobby assured her. "It's Tylenol. I asked the doctor and he said that you could have two for pain if you needed them. You're not going to be able to sleep if your shoulder is hurting."

Lindsay nodded and placed the pills on her tongue. Bobby then handed her a glass of water and she swallowed the pills. "What's in the pitcher?"

"Water. I don't want you to hurt yourself again." He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her worriedly. "What happened?"

Now more fully awake, Lindsay blushed. "I woke up because I was thirsty. And I remembered what he'd said, that he'd always find me. I couldn't move but I was so thirsty, I thought that if I ran, maybe he wouldn't see me. But I ran into the door jam."

Bobby nodded in sympathy. "Poor Lindsay. Would you feel better if I stayed here until you were asleep?"

Lindsay thought about it, then nodded. "If you don't mind."

"Of course I don't," Bobby assured her. He moved to the other side of the bed and laid down on top of the covers so Lindsay wouldn't be uncomfortable. He held out an arm and she slid over until her head rested on his chest and his arm wrapped around her, gently holding her. Lindsay felt herself relax as Bobby held her and she listened to his heartbeat under her ear. As it had before, the sound soothed her and she felt her eyelids grow heavy as the Tylenol muted the pain in her shoulder. Bobby stroked her hair and spoke quietly to her, assuring her that she was safe until he felt her slip into sleep. Not wanting to disturb her, he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head before drifting back into sleep himself.

Bobby woke up the next morning and looked down at Lindsay who was still huddled in his arms. He shifted carefully until she was cushioned by the pillows. When her hand searched for something to hold onto, he gave her the stuffed dog from Helen and she drew it closer, relaxing back into sleep. He slipped out of bed and out of the room, making sure to leave the door open so he could hear if she needed anything. Bobby showered then tiptoed back into the room to grab his clothes so he could dress in the bathroom. He then went to call Mike Maguire and see how the case was coming.

Lindsay woke up about two hours later and looked at the clock. It was 11:00, later than she'd slept in ages. She looked around then and realized that Bobby wasn't there. Since the last thing she remembered was falling asleep in his arms, she went to go find him.

Bobby was sitting at the counter with a Boston Red Sox mug filled with coffee sitting in front of him while he read the paper. He looked up when he heard her enter the room and smiled gently. "Morning. How did you sleep?"

Lindsay walked into the kitchen and got herself a glass. "Great, after my little...problem. Thanks for staying with me."

"Anytime," he assured her. "Are you still having morning sickness or do you want something to eat?"

Lindsay shook her head. "I still can't handle food very well until the afternoons. I was just going to get some juice." She opened the fridge, stared at it for a second, then turned and said perfectly seriously. "Bobby, I think you've been robbed."

Bobby laughed. "No I haven't."

"There's no food in your fridge! There's beer and something in the back that may have been cooked like 4 years ago."

"So I've been a little behind on shopping lately. Is there anything you want besides juice? I'm sure one of my neighbors has it..." Bobby stood and turned towards the front door.

"It's okay, really Bobby," Lindsay assured him. "I'll have water." She got her drink and sat next to him on another stool. "Have...have you heard anything more about the investigation?"

Bobby shook his head. "I called Mike before you woke up, he said that they're still looking. He doesn't think you should go out alone until they find him. I told him that you weren't planning on it."

Lindsay nodded. She didn't want to even leave the apartment as long as Chris was out on the streets.

"Oh," Bobby said, suddenly remembering. "I called your OB, Helen gave me the number. She said that you should come in on Friday so she can make sure the baby's okay."

Lindsay smiled slightly. "Thanks. I was going to do that yesterday, I guess I forgot."

"That's understandable," Bobby said as he rose to put his coffee mug in the dishwasher.

They spent most of the day puttering around the house. Bobby worked on a case for awhile and Lindsay, out of boredom, picked up one of his sports magazines and started reading it. Bobby laughed when he came into the living room from his office and found Lindsay laying on the couch, sound asleep with Sports Illustrated in her lap. Seeing the magazine, he groaned and grabbed the phone, dialing his father.

"Hey Dad. Yeah, I just realized that I won't be able to make the Patriots game next week. No, nothing's wrong. A friend needs me. Yes, a female friend, but not like that." Bobby couldn't help but smile. His father wanted to see him married with tons of babies and he made no secret of that fact. "Ask Uncle Sean to go with you, I'm sure he won't mind. Okay. Yeah, dinner on Sunday's still on, but can we do it here? I can't really explain, it's kind of delicate. Yeah, she'll be here. Be nice, I don't want any match making going on. Okay, I'll see you Sunday. Bye, Dad." Bobby hung up the phone and sat on the couch, scooting Lindsay's legs over. He patted her leg gently. "Lindsay, time to wake up."

Lindsay shifted in her sleep, then winced when she accidentally laid on her left shoulder. The pain brought her completely awake and she sat up, looking at Bobby. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, don't worry," Bobby soothed. "I didn't want you to be awake all night though."

Lindsay smiled. "Thanks. How long was I asleep?"

"I don't know, you were asleep when I came out of my office about 45 minutes ago though." He picked up the magazine. "Guess this didn't interest you."

Lindsay laughed. "Sorry. I tried."

"Don't worry about it. We'll get you something tomorrow. Oh, I talked to my dad today." Lindsay nodded and shifted so her feet were on the ground, nodding for Bobby to continue. "He's coming over for dinner tomorrow night."

Lindsay nodded. "I can spend the night in your room, or I'll go see Helen."

"Actually, I was hoping that you'd stay here."

"Bobby..."

"He won't ask any questions, I promise. He already knows that you're staying with me. I think you two will get along really well."

Lindsay wasn't sure about this. Why did Bobby want her to meet his father anyway? Not that she would have normally minded, but she didn't want to see the horror on another person's face when they saw what had happened to her. She'd seen it on the faces of the doctors and nurses and everyone from the firm. The only reason she was so comfortable around Bobby was that he didn't look at her like she was broken, he still looked at her like she was Lindsay. Only his looks were gentler somehow than before. She wasn't sure why this was, but she decided to wait and see if he was still doing it in a few weeks. She bit her lower lip. "He won't ask questions or be mad that I'm living with you?"

Bobby shook his head and stroked a hand over Lindsay's hair. "No, he won't ask any questions and he won't be mad. I already told him you were here so he has a few days to get used to the idea."

Lindsay nodded slowly. "I guess that's okay. As long as you're sure he won't be upset..."

"I'm positive," Bobby assured her. "I have to go out and do some shopping though. As you noticed, I have no food in the house."

"Bobby, I'm not sure I'm ready to stay alone yet. What if he comes here?" Lindsay's voice cracked with worry and Bobby wrapped an arm around her shoulders for comfort.

"I was going to see how you felt tomorrow, if you felt up to going out. And if you don't then Helen can come over or I can drop you off at her place. I won't leave you alone, I promise."

Lindsay nodded. "Can I see what I feel like tomorrow before telling you what I want to do?"

"Of course," Bobby answered. "Do you want me to call Helen and see if she can come over for dinner?"

Lindsay shook her head. "Helen's probably busy with some case. I feel busy taking up so much of both of your time."

"Linds, we want to be here for you."

Lindsay smiled but before she could respond, the doorbell rang. She jumped and Bobby held a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. When she nodded, Bobby tiptoed to the door and, sliding the chain lock into its slot, opened it slightly, looking out. Rebecca and Ellenor stood in the hall with bags of food.

Bobby smiled at his friends and shut the door, unlocked it, and opened it all the way. "Hey guys," he said. "What are you doing here?"

"We figured you probably wouldn't be able to go shopping," Ellenor said as she walked to Bobby's kitchen and began unpacking the groceries.

"And since you live at the office we realized that you probably didn't have any food either." Bec opened the fridge to put a gallon of milk in and when she saw the contents, or lack thereof, she turned and glared at Bobby. "Bobby Donnell, what have you been feeding Lindsay? And where is she?"

"Oh, I'll get her," Bobby said as he hurried off, glad to avoid the question about what he'd fed Lindsay. He didn't think take out was Bec's idea of something healthy. He walked into the bedroom and found Lindsay sitting on the bed looking nervous.

"Who was it?" she asked in a whisper.

Bobby smiled. "Ellenor and Rebecca came by. Come on out."

Lindsay nodded and stood. She walked into the living room with an apprehensive smile on her lips. When she felt Bobby's hand rest on the small of her back she felt slightly better and headed for the kitchen where the women were still unloading the food.

Rebecca heard Lindsay come in and turned with a smile. "Hey," she said. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," Lindsay answered by instinct. "What are you guys doing?"

"We brought you guys some food," Ellenor replied. "You have been eating, right? There's no food here."

"We had Chinese last night and we ordered from a deli for lunch," Lindsay answered.

"You didn't have breakfast?" Rebecca asked.

Lindsay shook her head and sat on a stool. "With morning sickness I can't. But Bobby's been taking good care of me."

"Have they heard anymore about Kelton?" Ellenor asked.

Lindsay shook her head and Bobby rubbed her back gently as he answered. "Not yet. I talked to Mike a few hours ago and he said that they've been watching the apartment, the office, and all of the airports and trains. There's been no sign of him, but they're keeping a watch out and they're looking for his licence plate too. We'll catch him though."

"We know you will," Bec assured them both. "We just wanted to come by and see how Lindsay was and to tell you that we miss you."

Lindsay smiled. "Thanks. I'll be back...I don't know when. Maybe next week."

Bobby, standing behind Lindsay shook his head and Ellenor had to suppress a smile. She wasn't sure which was a better idea but she knew that both Lindsay and Bobby would fight to get their way. Ellenor and Bec said goodbye, gave Lindsay hugs, and left. When they'd gone, Lindsay turned to Bobby and smiled slightly.

"That was nice of them."

"Yeah. What do you want for dinner?"

Lindsay shrugged. "I can make pasta."

Bobby laughed. "Okay. Hey, what was that about going to work next week?"

Lindsay shrugged as she put a pot of water on to boil. "I can't stay in your apartment forever. And if they haven't found Chris yet, I'd rather be with you and everyone else at the office than here alone."

"I was thinking I could stay home with you, actually," Bobby said carefully. "I had Bec clear my calendar for me."

Lindsay turned, surprised. "Bobby, I can't ask you to take a whole week off of work to baby-sit for me."

"You're not asking, I'm offering."

"Bobby, you've never taken a day off of work in all the time I've worked for you."

Bobby shrugged. "There's a first time for everything. Linds, you need to take a break and rest and heal."

Lindsay bit her lip, she knew that she'd feel better if she could stay home, at least a few days, but she didn't want to force Bobby to stay with her. "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Lindsay, I'm positive. We'll stay home this week and you can work on getting better, okay? Plus, the office is too open, anyone can come in. It's safer for you to stay here, at least until Kelton's caught."

Lindsay nodded. "Okay then."

Bobby smiled. "Can you set the table? I'll make my famous garlic bread."

Lindsay began gathering the dishes and they managed to get everything on the table in less than an hour. Bobby poured milk into wineglasses for both of them. Since Lindsay couldn't drink wine, he felt like he shouldn't either. They made their way through the meal, talking about anything but Chris and what Lindsay had been through. Half way through the meal, Lindsay smiled shyly at Bobby.

"Thank you."

Bobby looked up, surprised. "For what?"

"Everything, letting me stay here, in your bed, taking care of me, staying with me last night...you didn't have to do all of this. I appreciate more than I can tell you though."

Bobby smiled and reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I wanted to do all of this for you. You're one of my best friends, Lindsay and I want to be able to help you."

Lindsay blushed. "If you keep being so sweet to me, I might not want to leave."

Bobby just laughed. He didn't tell her that he didn't want her to leave or that what he'd been feeling towards her was considerably more than friendship. Lindsay needed time to heal and come to terms with everything that had happened with Chris before she could even think of moving forwards and Bobby knew this.

They were cleaning up from dinner when the phone rang. Without thinking, Lindsay picked it up. "Hello?"

"I knew it, you fucking bitch! You whore, you're fucking around on me aren't you? I'll find you. Don't you ever doubt that I'll find you and you'll pay. You ruined me and I'll kill you for it. I should have just killed you when I had the chance you little whore. I should have known you'd spread your legs for Donnell. But you won't get a chance to do it much more. I'll find you, your scum of a boyfriend can't protect you forever. I'll kill you."