Gil stood silently behind the screen in the interview room. He wanted more than anything to be in there with Sara, Warrick and Jim, but he knew they'd kill him if he went in.
"I told you already! I don't know what you're talking about!" Barry cried.
"Come on, Barry. Don't you think it's a little suspicious that you're fitting every possible criteria at the moment, AND that your fingerprint was on the trigger?" Warrick asked him.
"To make it simpler for
you," Brass said,
"we've got you, so you might as well confess."
Gil wanted to go in there, and his fists were clenched at his side. He could tell they were turning white from the pressure he was exerting.
"Calm down," the quiet
voice of his wife
came. "I learned a long time ago that we can't be in there."
"He almost killed our daughter," Gil growled. "Not to mention actually killing two people who worked here."
Her hand slipped into
his. "I know, Gil."
She pulled it up and pressed a kiss to it. "I know."
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3 Days Later
"I wish you were going home too," Greg
said, sitting beside Katie's bed.
Katie smiled at him. "So
do I, you have no idea.
But it's good that someone's getting out of here."
"I think your parents wish it was you too," Greg commented.
Katie nodded. "I know.
But I'll be out of here
soon. At least they've got that Leeward guy in custody."
Greg smirked. "I heard
your dad wanted to deck him."
Katie raised an eyebrow.
"And that surprised you?"
Greg chuckled. "True." He watched her for a moment and became quite sombre. "When you get out of here, and you're up to it, I want to…"
"Hey Greg, I thought you'd already left," Catherine said, coming into the room.
Katie let out a groan of frustration.
"Are you okay? Where does it hurt?" Catherine asked, rushing over.
"Nowhere," Katie said. She turned to talk to Greg but he was edging towards the door.
"I'll call you later?" he asked.
Katie nodded and watched him leave.
"I interrupted something, didn't I?" Catherine said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She sighed. "I don't
know." Her eyes turned
back to Catherine. "Where's Dad?"
"Down with Jim at the LVMPD."
"Is that a good idea?"
Catherine smiled. "I
think everyone will keep
him under control." She glanced at the door and then back at her
daughter.
"Are you sure I didn't interrupt anything?"
Katie nodded. "Positive."
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"Mom, you don't have to
fuss," Katie said,
rolling her eyes, as Catherine hovered around her daughter. "The
hospital
wouldn't have released me if they didn't think I was okay."
"Didn't you say you had something important to tell us?" Lindsey asked, as they went inside.
Catherine nodded. "But let's get Katie settled first."
Katie sent her mother a look. "I'm settled."
"You sure you're comfortable? Do you need anything else?"
"I don't think I've ever
looked forward to
school as much as I do at this moment," Lindsey said, edging away from
her
mother. "She's gone all weird."
"Who's she? The cat's mother?" Catherine asked.
"Well, you would be, if we had a cat," Lindsey replied.
Catherine rolled her
eyes. "Let's all sit
down."
Lindsey's eyes went wide. "Did someone die?"
"No!" Catherine said quickly, taking a seat beside Gil.
Lindsey hopped up next to Katie on the lounge sofa.
"Okay, then what is it?" Katie asked.
"I'm going to have a baby," Catherine smiled, Gil's hand squeezing hers.
"Really?" Katie smiled. "That's fantastic. Congratulations." She nudged Lindsey. "Isn't it great?"
"I don't know yet," Lindsey replied, getting up and quietly going to her room.
Catherine's eyes were
wide and she looked first at
Katie, and then at Gil. "I better go talk to her."
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"Lindsey?" Catherine asked, knocking before she entered the room. When she walked in, she found Lindsey sitting on her bed, hugging her stuffed beetle. "Want to talk about it?"
Lindsey shrugged and Catherine sat down on the bed.
"Lindsey, I want you to
be honest with me.
That's all I've ever wanted."
"Don't you like me?" Lindsey asked.
Catherine looked shocked. "Lindsey, I love you. You're my daughter. I love you very, very much."
"Then why do you want
another baby? Why did you
want Katie back?"
"I thought you liked having a big sister?"
"I do. But…why do you
want to have another baby?
Don't you like me anymore?"
"Of course I like you!
Lindsey, I love you!" Catherine said, pulling
her close. She sighed. "Lindsey, remember when you and I discussed sex,
and we talked about how not only could you make a baby, but it was a
way of
expressing your love for someone else?"
Lindsey wrinkled her
nose. "Yeah."
"Well, in a way, that's what having a baby is about too. It's very, very special."
"What if it doesn't like
me?"
"What?"
"The new baby!"
Catherine chuckled and
pulled her daughter close. "I promise the new baby
will like you."
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