"Lindsay, should you really be going to work?" Danny asked worriedly as he held back Lindsay's hair. It was the seventh day he'd had to do this and, quite frankly, he was getting worried. True, they hadn't had time to sit down and really talk in a few weeks, more likely to make it to the apartment of whoever was done first and simply crashing. Lindsay was inevitably up before he was and in the bathroom heaving, whether there was food in her stomach or not.

"I can't stop, Danny. Mac just gave Stella and me a new case yesterday. I have evidence to analyze. I can't just leave it all to her."

"One day off won't hurt, Montana."

Lindsay groaned as she lifted her head, feeling that she was finally finished. "If I can't get rid of this soon, I promise I'll take a few days off," she compromised. She was at the end of her first trimester and hoped that the sickness would subside. "Let's go to dinner tonight," she proposed, sitting back on her heels, though her arms rested on the seat of the toilet. She'd promised Stella and herself that she'd tell Danny about the pregnancy once she was fairly sure she was safe.

"You sure, Montana? You just got another visit by the meagre breakfast you ate."

Lindsay raised an eyebrow as playfully as she could. "You arguing with me, Messer?"

Danny chuckled, smoothing hair back from her face since he'd let it go. "Dinner it is." He glanced down at his watch. "I've got to get to the lab. Want me to let Stella know you'll be late?"

Lindsay nodded. "Assuming I'm done here I shouldn't be more than fifteen minutes."

Danny nodded and left.

Lindsay breathed a sigh of relief, thankful he hadn't asked more questions than she was prepared for. Now, she had to make it through the day before she would tell him.

She was surprised to find the halls essentially deserted as she strolled through the lab towards her office. The case was far from solved, but she had paperwork to finish on other cases and nothing to do until DNA and fingerprints came back.

She looked up from the folder in her hand when the elevator dinged, signalling an arrival. She figured it would be one of the cops from the precinct, but was surprised when it was a regular young man.

"Can I help you?" she called, stopping just in front of her office door.

Danny heard her voice from inside the room, and moved to the door to see what was going on. Just as he opened the door to step out, a shot rang through the halls. Making sure his gun was in one hand, he opened the door, his breath catching when he noticed it was Lindsay sprawled on the floor.

The next thirty seconds happened faster than his mind could process. The man advanced on Lindsay, screaming about how she'd ruined everything and she deserved to die. Two shots rang out and the man fell back. He looked up down the hall where Stella was standing, gun drawn, her face white.

"Someone get 911 on the line!" someone else was yelling as Danny dropped next to the woman on the floor.

"Lindsay! Montana, come on, don't be dead!"

Lindsay's eyes fluttered open. "Danny?"

"It's me. Stay with me, okay?" he urged, looking over her body and seeing the crimson leaking out from just below her collar bone. He cursed under his breath, pushing his hands over the area.

"I'm…" she tried, gasping with breath. "I'm sorry, Danny."

"This isn't your fault, Linds. Don't you ever think that."

"Not about that," she managed. "About not telling you..."

"We said we were going to go slow with the sharing, remember? Don't worry about it," he interrupted her, keeping his hands pressed on her chest and wishing he had a towel or something to press on it.

Before she could say anything else, the EMTs arrived, pushing Danny out of the way. Stella looked absolutely torn before she approached them. "Be careful with her," she said seriously. "She's pregnant. Three months." She knew the look on Danny's face was going to be one of complete and utter shock and she kept her eyes on the EMT. When he nodded his understanding and radioed it to the hospital she stepped back, closing her eyes.

"Stella?"

That was Mac's voice, not Danny's and she found herself breathing out a miniscule sigh of relief. "We have to get to the hospital." Finally, she turned to face him, Danny, hands red with Lindsay's blood, beside him, shocked and hurt.

"Look, she may not make it, okay? That bullet could have hit an artery. The pregnancy is the least of our worries." The last part was an utter lie. She knew how important this pregnancy was to Lindsay and had an inkling about how hurt Danny was. She locked eyes with Danny and saw not only hurt, but a lost look in his eyes.

"She…"

"She'll be fine, Danny," Stella encouraged, berating herself for saying the bullet could have hit an artery. The last thing she'd wanted to do was scare him more. "Let's get to the hospital. They'll want to talk to her next of kin."

Danny sat at Lindsay's bedside, not touching her, but watching her breathing. His eyes periodically jotted to her stomach, realizing that there was something, a little life, growing there that they'd created together. She'd kept that from him.

They'd talked about making their situation permanent. Hell, they'd already moved in together. And that wasn't what hurt the most. What frustrated him above all else was that she didn't trust him to confide in him. He wanted to trust her, but this was a big secret to keep from him. He wasn't sure if he could forgive her for this one.

"Danny?" Stella stood at the door and from the look on her face he could almost believe she knew his turmoil.

"Why?" he croaked out.

"Why what?"

"She didn't…"

"Let's focus on waking her up, okay? Once she's coherent, I'm sure she'll tell you everything."

Lindsay groaned as reality reasserted itself. She hurt. Then it all came slowly creeping back to her as she kept her eyes closed, her breathing even. However, once she reached her shooting her eyes shot open.

"Danny!"

But it wasn't his comforting, callused hand that took hers to calm her down. "Breathe, Aunt Lindsay."

"Emily?"

"Detective Bonesera called me. I came as soon as I could."

Lindsay wanted to cry. "Where's Danny?"

The sigh Emily let out was answer enough. "I don't know."

She was in pain, she knew nothing about what her prognosis was and she had no idea where Danny was. The compounded emotions that she'd woken with broke her. She managed to keep the tears to a minimum and the sob from her voice to ask about her baby.

"Baby's fine," came Stella's clear voice from the door. "Bullet went into your shoulder, no where close to your stomach. They had a bit of a worry about blood loss but it evened itself out. Since you woke up I think it's safe to assume both mom and baby are just fine."

Lindsay looked hopefully at Stella. "Where's Danny?"

"Mac sent him home an hour ago for some food and sleep."

"He's been here?" The relief she felt coursing through her system allowed for the drugs to start taking effect. She was drifting off again.

"Of course he has," Stella responded. "Now get some sleep."

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