Four Months Later…

Gina had avoided Woz after the doctors said he'd make it. His wife had come back to his side and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it for him. She had started showing, her bump under a blouse untucked with jeans the day Woz came back to work.

Gina stood from her desk, after she got word that Harlee had a new case to work, when Woz walked in for the first time since he'd been shot and thrown back onto that floor.

He smiled as he saw Gina, until he got closer, and noticed her stomach more rounded then he'd remembered.

"I noticed you didn't visit me at all," he announced himself causing her to look his way, her eyes glancing down at her stomach.

She shook her head, "I didn't want to mess up anything for you at home," she walked to him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. She pulled back, "I'm happy to have you back."

Woz moved his hand and rested it on her stomach, "What's this, Gina?" he asked, his eyebrows raised in suspicion.

She inhaled through her nose, "Maybe we should step into your office," she suggested, gaining a nod from him as he guided her there.

Once they were behind his door, he sat down on the couch where she joined him. "Is there something you'd like to tell me?" Woz asked.

Gina swallowed, "Woz, don't get mad at me, ok?"

"I can't make any promises," he replied, gesturing for her to continue.

"I'm pregnant," Gina began, "I'm twenty weeks along and I've known since the day I threw up in here. I was going to tell you on the day you were shot, but you had other things going on," she attempted to joke, catching a grimace from him.

"Were you planning on ever telling me?" he asked, in his mind was on all the thoughts about why he couldn't have a baby with her.

His injury was much worse then he'd let anyone know. But, he loved Gina and this could be his chance at doing things the right way.

She took a breath, "I really don't know," she answered honestly, "We haven't been together for awhile. I don't want you to risk what you've worked so hard to put together."

Woz moved his hand, placing it on her stomach again, gently, "Things aren't going well at home and they never will. It should be us," he revealed, "It should have always been you and I. You're my heart."

Gina shook her head, "Don't say those things unless you mean them. You are just getting back on your feet. I am sorry you found out like this, but give it time to sink in. This is a lot, and if you want to do this, for real, as 'us' then I want it."

Woz nodded, "I will think about it, for you, but I already know where my truth lies," he gave her bump a more firm grip. "Have you felt our baby move?" he asked.

"It's a girl," she revealed, aware of how them having a daughter could make him feel after his past. "And no, not yet," she moved to stand. "Harlee has a case that I promised I'd come help with. Think," she repeated before leaving his office.

Harlee and Gina spent the day working her case, realizing things were not as clear cut as they initially appeared.

Gina got back to the precinct to see Woz waiting at her desk.

"You didn't specify how long I have to think this over," Woz began, offering a coy smile.

Gina laughed, "I'm pretty sure more then an afternoon would be necessary. Don't you have a vengeance hunt to continue?"

Woz shook his head, "Nope, Intelligence took him because you and Harlee got the person they need. I'm about to speak to her, and you are off this case," he ordered, standing with a visible wince.

She moved to him, "Are you ok? Did you come back too early?" she asked, waiting to ask why she can't continue the investigation.

He waved off her concern, "I'm fine."

"Ok, just take it slow," she warned, "Ok, tell me your decision and why I can't work on this case," Gina lured.

He grinned, "I see what you did. I am choosing you and will be telling my wife tonight, it's us," he paused, "And, you're off this case because it is going to turn into a war. One I don't want you involved," he explained, walking away before she could protest to either thing he said.

Gina shook her head, unsure of how to feel, about any of it.