John and Casey went on a three-day honeymoon by the Jersey Shore. They stayed at a house by the sea, where there was a private balcony and nothing but sparkling sea for miles. They ate wonderful meals, made love for hours on end, and even did some nude sunbathing on the balcony. When they got back, they were both beautifully tanned.

John Munch walked in with a smile on his face. "I'm back!" He greeted. Olivia turned to him and gasped.

"You've got a tan! You're not a ghost anymore!" She hugged him. "Welcome back, John."

Fin and Elliot were looking at him with amused smiles. "So, how was the honeymoon?"

"Wonderful. Great place, good food, beautiful room, and of course, Casey." He smiled. "I'm the happiest I've been years."

"I'm glad." Cragen came in. "Now grab some files and get to work."

They chuckled and got to work.

John went to Casey's office at the end of the work day. He went to her desk and saw a few pieces of paper. It was Casey's handwriting. He smiled as he read it. It was "Mrs. Casey Munch" written over and over.

"John!" He turned to Casey. "What a pleasant surprise."

He turned to kiss her. "I see you're the new Mrs. Munch." He showed her the papers.

"I always want to be Mrs. Munch."

He kissed her again. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

They went back to the apartment. John helped her out of her coat and they sat on the couch together. "I'm happy." John said out of the blue. "I'm finally happy. I thought I never would be again, but I am. And you're the reason why."

Casey turned to him and threw her arms around him. "You don't know how long I've been wanting to hear you say that."

John kissed her neck. "I love you, Casey."

"I love you too, John." She kissed him deeper, and soon they were back in the bedroom showing each other exactly how much they loved each other.

A few weeks later, Casey was sitting at her desk, feeling fatigued. She had a headache, and her stomach was a little queasy. Even her boss told her to go home. "I don't know what could be wrong…wait. It couldn't be…could it?"

Casey packed up her files and got in her car. She drove to the drugstore. Only time would tell if she was right…

John walked in the door to a laughing and smiling Casey. "Well, somebody's happy!"

"John, sit down. I have great news."

They sat on the couch. "What's the big news?"

"I just found out today." He thought her smile would break her face. "I'm pregnant. We're having a baby."

John gasped, and got a grin as big as Casey's. "A baby? Oh, Casey!" He hugged her tight. "I don't believe it…I've always wanted a baby. I'm so happy."

"I know you'll be a wonderful father."

"And you'll be a wonderful mother."

They were perfectly happy. It was all coming up roses for them.

John and Casey came into the precinct hand in hand. They saw everyone looking at them, and sighed. "What's going on? You guys are smiling way too much."

Casey smiled. "You tell them."

"No, you."

"No, you do it!"

"SOMEBODY JUST TELL US!" Fin screamed.

John laughed. "We're having a munchkin!" He shouted.

Olivia shrieked with delight and rushed to hug them. Fin clapped John on the back. "Well, that didn't take long, did it?"

John shoved him playfully. "I can't believe it! I'm gonna be a daddy!"

Elliot came up with Cragen. "I just heard! Wonderful news!" Elliot grinned. "If you need some help, let me know. I have four kids, sometimes one is too many."

Casey laughed. "You guys, I'm only four weeks along! It'll be a while. But thanks for your support."

John wrapped his arms around her proudly. He was going to be a father!

TWO MONTHS LATER…

Casey came into the office proudly sporting a maternity power suit. The baby had made a little bump on her stomach and she was rubbing it proudly. John couldn't stop smiling. They were so excited about having a baby.

The phone rang. "Casey Novak."

"Hello, beautiful." John's voice said. "How are you?"

"Perfect. So is the baby."

"I'm glad. I wrote down some names for us, we can talk about it at home."

"Of course, darling. Meet me for lunch?"

"Sure thing. See you later. I love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

Casey hung up the phone and sighed happily. She gave her stomach a rub and got back to work.

When John walked into the café to meet Casey, he looked like he was ready to scream. "What's wrong?" Casey asked, her voice full of concern.

He sat down next to her in the booth. "We just got a new case. Remember that old case with the Aryan Nations?"

She sighed. "I remember."

"Another member. He's accused of shooting up a synagogue. And of course, Fin and I got the job of interrogating the suspect." He sighed. "He really got under my skin."

Casey kissed him. "I'm sorry. I'm still here, if that matters."

John smiled. "That means a lot."

They had a nice calm lunch. John went back to the precinct with Casey. He walked upstairs with her because she wanted some coffee for the road. The suspect was there. He looked in his mid-thirties, had a shaved head and a swatstika tattoo on his arm. He whistled when he saw Casey. She scowled.

"Here you go, sweetie." He handed Casey her thermos. "Be careful at work."

"Sweetie?" The guy scoffed. "You don't look like a Jew."

Casey fought back a retort. "I'm not, but my husband is. And I honestly don't care."

The guy stood up. "He's taking advantage of you! Why are you even with him?"

"Maybe because I'm in love with him? You think you're being brave, all you've proved to me is that you're a coward." She turned to walk away and the guy charged.

He lunged at her and the next thing she knew she was at the bottom of the stairs. Fin was painfully restraining the man and John was crouching beside her. "Casey! Oh, God, Casey! Are you alright?"

She turned her head and cried out in pain. "John…get me to a hospital…I think I hit my stomach."

As she blacked out, he heard John shouting. "Casey! CASEY!"

-TO BE CONTINUED-