John was sitting in the waiting room shaking. "Oh, God, what if Casey's not okay? What if the baby's not okay?"

Elliot and Fin were sitting with him. "John, I'm sure it'll be okay."

"How could that bastard push a pregnant woman down the stairs?"

Fin sighed. "He said it was justified. He didn't want the kid to be a half-breed."

John punched the wall. "Is he in custody?"

"You bet. He's also a little roughed up, nobody wanted to pull me off him." Fin grinned.

John allowed a small smile. "I hope you hit him once for me."

"I hit him several times for you."

"Detective Munch?" John stood up at the voice.

"How is she?"

"In her room. I'd like to talk to you together, if you don't mind."

John turned to his friends and went to see his wife.

He sat next to Casey and held her hand. "What is it?"

The doctor sat down. "The baby itself is fine. But a complication has arisen."

John felt the grip on his hand tighten. The doctor went on. "There has been a puncture in the protective sack. You're going to need to take it easy for your pregnancy, and by the seventh month, you'll need to go on bedrest. If you keep yourself from overexerting, the baby will come out healthy. And a planned C-section may be a necessity."

Casey sighed. "I'll do whatever it takes."

"Good to hear. Be sure to get plenty of rest, and be sure nothing jiggles your stomach too much, as that may tear the protective sack more. But as long as you're careful, the baby will be fine."

The doctor gave them a few numbers for OBGYNs, and they went home. John noticed that Casey was very quiet the ride home. He helped her into the apartment and she broke down in tears.

He led her to the couch and held her. "Oh, Casey, don't cry…shh, don't cry, it's okay…the baby will be okay…shh…it's okay…I'm here…I love you…"

He comforted her until she fell asleep in his arms. He picked her up with difficulty and put her into bed. He called the precinct and gave the news, also asked for a day off. Cragen gave him three.

He walked back in and held his wife gently. He rubbed her stomach softly. He leaned down to her stomach and whispered. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you come out okay, and I'll love you for the rest of my life."

The next day, Casey asked to see the baby names. "I want to keep positive. The baby will be just fine." She told him. He smiled. She was being so brave.

"I wrote down three boys names, and three girls names."

The list read:

"BOYS

Steven Andrew

Benjamin John

Theodore Charles

GIRLS

Melanie Rose

Juliet Michelle

Belle Claire"

Casey smiled. "These are great names."

They talked for about an hour. Afterwards, they had come to a decision.

"So it's settled. Benjamin John if it's a boy…" John said.

"And Juliet Michelle if it's a girl." Casey finished.

He rubbed her stomach gently. "When should we be able to find out?"

"Only two more months until we can get an ultrasound done. I hope it has your eyes." She smiled.

"I hope it has your smile."

They kissed gently and felt a ray of hope. The baby would be okay. They knew it.

The took the other two days with leisure, and then John was back at work. He made sure that Casey was protected and told her to call if she needed anything.

"How is she?" Olivia asked.

"She's being very brave. We've picked out some names."

Elliot came up. "Tell us."

"If it's a boy, Benjamin John. If it's a girl, Juliet Michelle."

"Those are beautiful." Olivia sighed.

John nodded. He sighed. "Where are we on Bragg?"

Durian Bragg was the man who shoved Casey. "He's under arrest for assault. He's not going anywhere." Fin said seriously.

"Any ties to the synagogue shooting?"

"We're going there to question people. You coming?"

John nodded. "You bet. I want to nail this bastard."

John spoke to the Rabbi. "Did you see anyone suspicious hanging around?"

He nodded. "I did. Outside, there was a man with a shaved head."

"Can you describe him?" Fin asked, pulling out a notepad.

"White male, about my height, blue eyes, but full of hate…he was wearing a red shirt and a denim jacket, and he had a scar over his left eye."

John looked to Fin and sighed. He just described Bragg to a tee. "Did you see it happen?"

"He kicked down the door and just started shooting. Luckily, nobody was hurt. He shot about ten times, and then left."

John shook his hand. "Thank you, Rabbi. We'll be in touch."

They went to go charge Bragg again for attempted murder.

They went up to the precinct. "Your turn to put the cuffs on him." Fin grinned.

"You're too kind." John chuckled. Walking into the precinct, he noticed nobody looked happy. "What's up?"

"His Aryan chapter raised some money. He made bail."

"Where is he?" He said, immediately thinking of Casey.

"Relax. I have officers posted at Casey's office." Cragen said. "What'd you find?"

"Positive I.D. from the Rabbi and several other members of the church."

Elliot hung up the phone and stood. "I just got a call. He's at his local hangout in Brooklyn. I also heard that they're having a meeting, so we'd better all go just in case."

Cragen nodded, and they all left the precinct together.

John and Fin drove up in a car, parking behind Elliot and Olivia. They walked up to the building and banged on the door.

"Who is it?" A gruff voice asked.

"NYPD, we have a warrant! Open the door now!" Elliot shouted.

They listened and heard the door lock. Elliot busted it down and they all entered. "Police, show me your hands!"

They saw Bragg there, who stood up. "Those are the two assholes who arrested me!" He pointed to John and Fin. "The darkie and the kike!"

Fin lost it and slammed him up against the wall. "Durian Bragg, you're under arrest for attempted murder…" As he read him his rights, the other members started to fight the detectives.

John was knocked down by a rather large man, and tried to reach for his gun. The man aimed a rifle at him. "You ain't goin' nowhere…"

-TO BE CONTINUED-