Over the weeks, the team had been busy working cases and tending to a sick Danny. Lindsay was busy pretending everything was fine as she had grown in size to a comfortable eight and half months. Stella knew she barely had time for herself and took it upon herself to give her a day. She sat patiently in the booth at the coffee shop, people around her we busy moving around their day as she waited for Lindsay to show. Planning for a day of light shopping, not too much walking, and some nice breakfast, she knew that Lindsay would appreciate the break. The waitress came by once again to ask if she needed anything as she saw Lindsay open the door and slowly waddle in.

"Hey Stel, I'm sorry I'm late, I'm slower then I think I am!" She said walking with her feet spread to the table.

"Wow, are you sure there is only one in there?" Stella joked as she stood up and gave her a hug.

"I'm starting to think there is a whole soccer team, not just one little girl!" She said as she separated. "How are you?" She asked as she sat down, looking very pregnant as she did.

"I'm fine, it's as if the lab is in the middle of a busy season with the amount of hours I've been putting in. I'm sorry I haven't been around much." Stella put her hands on Lindsay's as she smiled.

"No, no, don't worry. Between Danny's parents, my parents and doctor's appointments we're been so busy there isn't much time for anything else." She picked up a menu as the waitress walked over. Ordering their drinks, Stella looked up at Lindsay and smiled, seeing her glow as she ordered her tea.

"How is Danny doing anyways?" She asked as the waitress left, knowing it would come up eventually.

"He's better. I think. He says that he is feeling fine, but his body shows a different story." Setting down the menu, she closed her eyes. "To be honest, I can't tell anymore."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I think the treatment is making him even more sick. It's good that he sleeps, at least that way he isn't in pain all day. I'm just worried about him, he should have had the surgery." She sighed loudly.

"He will, as soon as Baby Messer comes around." Stella reached across the table and put her hand on Lindsay's belly. As the baby kicked, Stella smiled widely.

"Oh, she likes you!" Lindsay laughed. "She has been so busy lately, it's as if she doesn't sleep." She traced circles around her stomach as she smiled down at the mound.

"Think of any names yet?" Stella couldn't help buy smile.

"Danny has some ideas, but I'm starting to think it's the pain killers talking."

"Why?" She said as the waitress sat down their drinks. "Oh thank you." She said to her.

"So far he's come up with, Ruth, Petunia, and Robin." She said naming them off of her fingers. Stella laughed, nearly spitting coffee out of her mouth. "Yeah, that's what I said." She laughed with her.

"What are your names?"

"I don't know, I want to see her first, then we'll decide." She smiled, but it was short lived as her face turned sour. "Oh." She said, sucking in a short breath.

"What? You alright?" Stella stiffened as Lindsay started breathing heavy.

"I think so, just... ah!" Bending forwards, Lindsay wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"Lindsay?" Stella jumped up from her chair and knelled down beside Lindsay. "Just breath, what's wrong?"

"Ah, it hurts! It... oh god." She said looking up at Stella. People around the restaurant had taken notice to Lindsay's discomfort.

"What? Lindsay, talk to me?"

"My water broke." She said through clenched teeth.

"It's alright, it's OK. Can someone call an ambulance please?" Stella stood up and shouted around the room. "I'll call Don, and get him to meet us at the hospital with Danny. Everything is going to be alright." She picked up Lindsay's hand as she squeezed it tightly.

"O... K..." She said between gasps of air. Looking up, Stella saw that she was scared.

"You're going to be a Mum!" She said excitedly, as Lindsay smiled scarcely.

Today was like most days for Danny, lazing on the couch in a pair of warm jogging pants and a sweater watching TV with Don sitting close by in the same position. The Rangers game was on but both sat watching it unexcitedly. It's not that they weren't enjoying it, it's that they were too tired to care.

"You ever find that little girls killer?" Danny asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

"No, only leads are to her brother, but we can't identify him. It's turning into a cold case." Don explained, not taking his eyes off of the television.

"So that's it?" He asked, looking at Don this time.

"We've run into dead ends at every turn. I don't think there is anything else we can do right now." Don was defensive, Danny could see that he had upset him.

"Sorry. I didn't mean-" Don put up his hand to stop him, Danny felt the sensation in his hands tingling.

"Don't worry about it. We're kept the case open, but until we get new leads, I doubt we'll get them." He finished as his phone began to vibrate on his belt. Looking at the message, he stood up grabbing for his coat. "Get up Dan, we gotta go."

"Hum?" He looked up at Don in a haze, standing up he was weak all over and could no longer feel his hands.

"Looks like Lindsay's water broke, we're going to meet them at the hosptial." He pulled his coat over his shoulders and picked up Danny's.

"What are you talkin' a... bout?" He staggered his words.

"You feelin' alright Danny? I said Lindsay is in labour." He took a step towards Danny.

"I dun... waz... kamm..." His words were jumbled, he mouth was barely moving.

"Danny?" Don took his chin in his hand and looked into his eyes. Both of his pupils were the size of a pin. "I'll call an ambulance." He pulled his cell phone off of his belt again. Watching Danny as he dialed, Danny swayed back and forth.

"Nah... sttuh..." He attempted to speak as the whites of his eyes became visible as his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed to the ground.

"Danny! Danny, open your eyes!" Don said shaking his body as it hit the floor. "Come on man! Open your eyes!" Taking his pulse he saw how weak it was. "Oh Fuck!" He screamed as he began dialling his 9-1-1 as fast as he could.

Lindsay and Stella had arrived at the hospital in no time at all, her labour pains weren't as close together as they had thought so she was moved up to the O.B. ward quickly. With nurses and doctors floating around the room, Lindsay was in a daze wondering when Danny would walk through the door. Stella sat at her side holding her, now crippled hand, as she waited.

"I thought you said you called him?" Lindsay said in a panic.

"He's on the way, Lindsay. He'll be here." She tried her best to keep her calm.

"Oh god, I can't do this!" She said as another contraction hit her.

"Yes you can, just remember how to breath through it. You're doing great." Stella coached her.

"No, I don't remember how to breath I never had... time for Lamaze classes!" She screamed squeezing her eyes shut. "Danny has been too sick!"

"Alright just quick breaths, breath deep." Stella said as she heard a soft knock at the door, Lindsay relaxed again as the contraction passed. "Linds, I'm going outside for a second. I'll be right back." She said, wiping the hair out of her eyes.

Leaving she saw Mac and Don standing in the hallway. "Hey, where's Danny?" She rolled up her sleeves and watched them look to the ground. "What? What's going on here?" She instantly felt fear.

"He's... he's in surgery." Mac said as Don turned and faced the wall, resting his forehead against the white brick.

"What?" She gasped.

"They have to remove a blood clot in his brain. Because of all of the drugs he has been put on and where the tumor is sitting if they don't remove them both he won't survive the night. It's his best option, they have already thinned his blood but it wasn't enough. It's an emergency case and they went ahead with the surgery." Mac explained as she looked at Don seeing a tear fall from his eye. Stella covered her mouth and rested a hand above her heart.

"What do we tell Lindsay?" She stuttered.

"Stall it. Tell her we're stuck in traffic." Don said, finally finding his voice.

"I can't lie to her. What if something happens? She'll never forgive me!" Stella said stepping closer and lowering her voice.

"What if you tell her and something happens to her or the baby? Danny would never forgive himself." Don defended his point.

"Danny wouldn't or you wouldn't?" Stella snapped back.

"Hey, hold on a second. Stop it!" Mac interjected standing between them.

"She has been beside Danny throughout this whole ordeal, she deserves to know what's going on with him." Stella made her point one more time.

"I understand that, I do. I think you're right, we should tell her." Don moved to say something but Mac put up his hand to stop him. "But not yet. We stall for now, and we tell her when the time is right."

"But Mac!" Stella said.

"We have to think about Lindsay and the baby right now Stella. You know as well as I do that we can't risk them." He explained.

Stella looked at him and at Don rubbing his face and finally agreed. Giving a nod of agreeance, she turned and entered Lindsay's room again, readying herself to lie.