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This picks up after "The Favor" & "When Trouble Comes Knocking" This starts off slow and is full of reflections. I've given Warrick enough scars in the last two fics, so I'll try not to abuse him as much this time around. (At least, not physically)

Now, on with the show.

Gemma Brown lay on the couch daydreaming about her husband. In the background was her latest gift from him, a cd of him playing the piano. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the music. The big tough man had the soul of a poet and he shared it with her openly. Warrick had put all his love and desires into this song and she felt a strong desire to be near him as she let the music flow over her.

She was so engrossed in her memories of her husband that she nearly didn't hear the doorbell ringing. Slowly, because that was the only speed she had lately, she sat up. As large as her stomach was, it was difficult for her to get up off the couch, so by the time she was on her feet, the bell was ringing again. "Hang on a minute!" She called out, waddling towards the door.

Gemma ran her palm over her stomach, wishing the child she carried in there would chose to make an appearance soon. Warrick hadn't been able to touch her in the past few weeks and she missed her husbands attentions. Warrick had the uncanny ability to make her shiver with the simple touch of his lips to her skin. He never failed to miss a sensitive spot.

Now that she was so far along in her pregnancy, they'd been banned from any such activity. Sure he kissed and held her, but it just wasn't the same. Gemma felt the baby kick against her palm and smiled as she got to the door. This baby was going to make it, unlike the one before that had been taken from them. Warrick swore that this one would be a girl, but she wanted a little green-eyed boy. Warrick insisted that since the baby kicked at him every time he touched her, it was going to be another female intent on being the boss of him.

Making sure the security door was locked, she opened the door a crack to see who was now firmly pounding on the door. The man standing there was no one she knew and it made her a little nervous. Pregnant and alone in the house, she knew she was defenseless.

"Hello?" The man on the porch peered at her through dark glasses. "Is this the house of Warrick Brown?"

Gemma heard the accent and was shocked. Not many Englishmen ran around Vegas. Sure there were some that had the fake accents, pretending to be British. This one was for real. "Yes."

"Is he here? I'd like to speak with him?" He leaned forward and Gemma felt a slight tremor of fear. This man could easily shove the door in, locks or no locks. He was just under six foot, about the same height of Nick. Not as muscular, but Gemma could see the strength in the man. She swallowed roughly, glad that Jessica wasn't at home.

Warrick had taken Jessica to spend the night with her beloved Grams on his way to work. Grams would take the little girl to Preschool in the morning. Warrick had arranged for Lucy Malone to pick Jess up from school and spend the rest of the day with Kelly and Lizzie Holcomb. Gemma was alone until Warrick came home in the morning. "He's not at home right now."

"Will he be back soon? I must really speak with him." The man seemed to be studying her through the glasses. "Are you his wife?"

"Yes, I'm Mrs. Brown." Gemma wondered what this man wanted and if he was a danger to her. Last year a man wanting to know if she was married to Warrick had attacked her. Warrick's job kept him in danger and it had put her in danger too. She suddenly wished she had taken up Gil's offer to teach her to shoot, but she didn't want to have something that dangerous in her control.

"Perhaps I could leave my number? And you can have Warrick Brown contact me when he gets home. Any hour would be fine with me. It is imperative that I speak with him." He pulled out a small tablet, scribbling frantically. He ripped the page out and offered it through the crack in the door. "My sincere apologies for disturbing you Ma'am"

Gemma took the proffered paper and watched the man as he went. No that he wasn't so close, and not a threat, she took the time to look him over. He was good looking. Sandy blonde hair with very nice features on the face. She wondered what his eyes looked like. As beautiful as her Warrick was, it was his eyes that won her over. Warrick wore his heart in his eyes, everyone who knew him knew this. Gemma thought she would have felt better if she could have seen the man's eyes.

Closing and relocking the door, she put the paper down on the entryway table. Glancing down at the paper, she read the name, Sean Arthur and a hotel room number. The name didn't sound familiar. Leaving it there, she went on with her day, forgetting about the man.

Gemma awoke as Warrick lifted the covers to slide into bed and curl up along her back. "Hmm." She turned, offering her mouth for his kiss. He eagerly obliged, kissing her passionately as he fit himself against her. "Where's Jess?"

"With Gil." Warrick nuzzled her neck. "Gwampa is taking the girls to see the El-da-fanks." Warrick mimicked his daughter playfully. "That is okay with you…right?"

"You guys are spoiling me, taking Jessica all the time." Gemma sighed reaching her hand back to caress a strong thigh. Warrick murmured his pleasure into her ear.

"Baby, you're gonna have this baby anytime now. We just want you rested. You don't have the energy to chase a precocious five year old around." He kissed the special spot below her ear, sending goosebumps up and down her spine. "But I don't like you staying here all day by yourself."

"A man came today. He was looking for you. He left his name and number for you. A Sean something……he said it was really important that he gets in touch with you." Gemma informed him.

"See….I don't like you alone for that reason." Warrick grumbled. "If you won't have a gun….what about a big dog?"

"I kept the security door closed, and he never got very close. He just seemed……eager to talk with you. He said for you to call at anytime." Gemma took his arm and wrapped it around her middle.

The baby thumped against the new pressure, causing Warrick to chuckle. "Feisty little chick. She's gonna give us a run for it, just like Jessica."

"He could." Gemma countered, still wanting a little boy with his father's green eyes.

"Naw, this one's a girl. Next time it'll be a boy." Warrick insisted quietly with a yawn. He snuggled down on the pillow, resting his forehead against her back.

"This man…..it really seemed like it was important for him to see you. Will you call him?"

"I'll take the number. I'll see if I can make time to call during lunch or something tomorrow." Warrick promised, his voice lowering as he settled in, about to drift off to sleep. Gemma sighed, reaching over to turn off the alarm. Without a little one to worry about, she was going to enjoy laying in bed with her sleeping husband for as long as her bladder would allow.

It was times like this that she missed. He was at work while she slept, he slept while she was up and about. If they didn't have Jessica, and soon the new baby, she would just adjust her sleeping schedule to his, but that wasn't possible with kids. She wouldn't ask him to change his shift. The nightshift crew was his family, and her family too. He wouldn't be the man he was without them and she couldn't ask him to be away from them.