August 18th: Catherine's cell phone rings. She had just barely gotten in the door. She drops the groceries, and rummages for her phone.
"Hello?"
"Catherine?"
"Sara?"
"Get a new phone number."
"What?"
"The team is in town, and Warrick figured out your new number. I managed to get it away from him, but I'm not sure how long it'll last."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"So why are you guys in town?"
"Cross over."
"I have a feeling I'll be getting a call soon."
"Probably."
"I've got to go I'm getting a beep."
"Ok bye."
Catherine answers her phone, and it's the sheriff he needs her at the office, she says she'll be on her way.
"Lindsey come put the groceries away I've got to go."
"I'm coming."
"Thank you." Catherine responds when Lindsey picks up the groceries.
"Mom you can't go."
"Why?"
"Because I thinkyour water just broke."
"What?"
"Look."
"Oh crap. I'm going to call in. You put the groceries away."
"Ok."
With in 15 minutes they're at the hospital. An hour later Catherine is situated in a room.
"So is this how you imagined you'd be spending you're Friday night?"
"Not exactly mom. So who was on the phone earlier?"
"Sara."
"Sara? What did she want?"
"The team is in L.A."
"Why?"
"Cross over."
"Oh. That's cool."
"No it's not."
"Why not?"
"Because Warrick will be here."
"So?"
"Never mind."
"Wait. Warrick is the baby's... dad? So how are you going to keep him away?"
"Yeah. I don't know how I'm supposed to keep him away."
3 hours later: There was still no sign of Warrick, but pretty soon there would be a baby.
"Miss Willows on the next contraction I want you to start pushing."
"Ok."
An hour later: Catherine is a nice shade of red. When the doctor finally says: "One more push Miss Willows, and you'll have a baby."
"Good." Catherine screeches as the doctor pulls the baby out.
"It's a boy." The doctor bellows over the wailing baby as he hands Catherine the plump baby boy.
The following evening: Warrick still hasn't found Catherine, and she's getting ready to leave the hospital.
"Lindsey put the baby in the car seat so we can go."
"I will as soon as you give him a name."
"Lindsey!"
"Come on you have to give him a name."
"Such as?"
"I don't know."
"Fine give me a second."
"One, one million... ok time's up."
"Milo."
"Milo what?"
"I don't know you decide."
"Elijah."
"Ok. Now can we go?"
"Yes." Lindsey huffs as she gently places the little boy into the car seat.
"Whoa. Where's the fire?" Warrick asks as he stops them at the door.
"Warrick I told you to stay out of this."
"Can we talk for a minute please. Just hear me out."
"Fine, Lindsey will you go to the car?"
"What for?"
"To get his clothes."
"He's wearing clothes."
"Yeah hospital clothes, now go please."
"Ok." Lindsey hands her mother the baby and leaves with the keys.
"Warrick what do you want?"
"I know you don't want me to have contact with him, but will you please at least let me see him this once?"
"Did you tell Tina?"
"NO. Catherine just let me hold him, I'm not going to take him from you. I know you know what you're doing, and I'm not taking him from you, but is it wrong to want to see my own kid?"
"No, but Warrick you won't admit he's yours."
"Yes I will."
"To me maybe."
"Please."
"Fine sit down."
"Why?"
"You don't have that much experience and I don't want you to drop him."
"Fine." Catherine hands the chunky, little boy to Warrick. Warrick stares at the little boy's chubby cheeks, golden complection, and dark wavy brown hair.
"He's so little."
"Not really. He's average he weighed 7 lbs 6 oz."
"He's ok right?"
"Yes he's perfectly fine."
"So what's his name?"
"Milo Elijah."
"This one?" Lindsey asks as she re-enters the room with a blue outfit with a little blue bear on it.
"Yeah. Warrick..."
"Right." Warrick kisses Milo on the forehead and places him back in Catherine's awaiting arms.
Catherine sits in silence as she dresses the baby, and wraps him up.
"Ready?"
"Aren't you going to put him in the car seat?"
"Yeah as soon as I go fill out his birth certificate."
"Ok."
About an hour later when Lindsey and Catherine reach the car Lindsey secures the car seat and then reaches for Milo. Catherine is reluctant to let go of the baby afraid that some how someone would take him from her.
"Mom, you have to put him in the car seat."
"I know."
As Catherine drives home she tries to decide what to do about Warrick. She begins rethinking her decision about moving. She looks back at the little boy in her back seat. He is peacefully sleeping. His tiny golden hand is on his tiny face. She momentarily opens his blue eyes and then closes them again. Catherine realizes that Warrick wouldn't be there even if she let him. And her little boy doesn't need a father... at least not one named Warrick.
