Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews. They've been really great. Disclaimer in part 1.

As they had finished their meal the night before, his cell phone had rung, calling him back to the lab. He had been at the lab until well into the night. So after a few hours sleep and a shower, he decided to call his sister.

"Hello?" A little boy answered the phone.

"Hey, Paul. It's Uncle Danny. Is your mom there?" He asked.

"MMMMOMMMM! Uncle Danny's on the phone." Boy did that kid have a set of lungs on him.

"Paul, keep it down. The baby's sleeping." He could hear his sister making her way to the phone. "Danny?"

"Hey, Sis. How's life treatin' ya?"

"Oh, you know, the house is a mess, I have to get Paul to school, and my annoying little brother called at 8:00 on a Wednesday morning, while the baby is still sleeping." She laughed as she said it, so he knew he wasn't in any real trouble.

"Sorry, Nicky. I just need a favor and then I'll let you get back to your day."

"You need a favor? The last time you asked me for a favor I had to break up with your latest girlfriend of the week."

"Nicky, that was in high school. And if I remember correctly, you did it so that I wouldn't tell Ma that you had a boy at the house while she and Dad weren't there."

"Fine. Whaddya need?"

"The name of your OB/GYN."

"What?"

"You heard me. It's for a case."

"Don't even try to pull that with me. I may not have followed you over to the good side of the law, but I'm not stupid. If this were for a case, you'd already have someone. Who did you knock up and why aren't you freaking out?"

"Fine, it's not for a case."

"Who is she?"

"Nicole, can ya just give me the name?"

"Not until you admit that you got someone pregnant!"

"FINE! I got her pregnant, OK. Are ya happy? I slept with someone I work with, and I got her pregnant."

"Danny, what are you gonna do?"

"Would ya just give me the name and let us figure it out?"

"Jeez. Her name's Dr. Jorgensen. Her number's 555-3763."

"Thanks."

"Danny, if you need anything, give me a call."

"I will. Give the rugrats a hug from their Uncle Danny." He hung up the phone.

Before he'd gone back to the lab, he'd made plans to meet Lindsay at her place to discuss things before work. He quickly grabbed the piece of paper he'd scribbled on and grabbed his jacket as he ran out of the brownstone.

As she sat at her kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee, she wondered what the day would bring. Danny was coming over to discusswhat to tell Mac, as well as to schedule a first doctor's appointment. He had said he wanted to be involved, but maybe he had re-examined the situation over night. Maybe he realized what a huge thing this was.

Before she could further her train of thought, she heard the buzz signaling Danny's arrival. She pressed the button to let him in and unlocked her door. When he arrived at her door 10 seconds later, paper bag and drink tray in hand, he did not look pleased.

"You buzzed me in without checking to see who it was." He told her.

"So? You said you'd be here at 8:30. It's 8:30." She said as she picked up her mug of coffee.

"So? I could have been anybody. Do you know what kinda creeps live in New York? This isn't Montana, you gotta be careful." As he placed the bag on her table, he shrugged off his jacket.

"I know this isn't Montana. What's in the bag?"

"I hope you like bagels." He said as he opened the bag and pushed it towards her. "So, we got a lot to talk about. I got the name of my sister's doctor. She's nosy, by the way, so I had to tell her. Hopefully she won't tell anyone else."

"I wanted to talk about that." Lindsay grabbed a bagel and continued. "I think we should wait to tell Mac."

"I agree, the minute we tell him, we've gotta be prepared to tell everyone else."

"I know. Let's book a doctor's appointment and once we have confirmation and a due date, we can decide when to tell Mac."

"Here's the number." He slid the paper across to her as she picked up her cordless phone. She stood and walked to the window as she dialed the number. He couldn't help but notice her flat stomach. He wondered at the advanced process that was going on inside of her at that very moment, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud. Looking at her, he almost couldn't contain himself. He wanted to feel her against him, the way he had that night.

"Danny, is Friday at 9:30 good for you?" She had interrupted his train of thought, one that had been about to get very graphic. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah." She turned back to the phone and finished scheduling the appointment. "OK, we're in. Are you OK? You look a little flushed."

"Nah, I'm fine, just a little warm."

"We should get to the lab." Lindsay grabbed her coat and purse.

"Yeah."

As he followed her out the door, he wondered how he was going to make it through the next nine months, let alone the next 18 years.