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A/N: Okay. Thanks to everyone that read and reviewed! Here's the next chapter!!! Many thanks to Aphina and Axellia for the beta. I don't own the chapter title either. That belongs to Anberlin.

Chapter 23.

Feel Good Drag

When Cory finally got back to her hotel room, she was experiencing a myriad of emotions. She was pissed off at Alistair, since she had spent the entire day at InterPol headquarters, only to be blocked by the Iron Maiden they called a receptionist. When she had finally left at ten p.m., she had concluded that Alistair had slipped out the back.

The only problem was that while she was waiting, she had way to much time on her hands. Time to think over her fight with Danny and concede that he had made some valid points. Am I really being selfish? she thought. She knew that in some ways she was. She had withdrawn from him in the recent months because of her vision of the destruction of New York City since she didn't want to burden him with something that devastating.

She let her mind muse over that as she got ready for bed, her gut telling her that her vision was tied to Etienne for some reason. Sighing, she decided to do something that she rarely did. She was going to see if Armando could give her answers. "Armando?" she called out softly so not to awake the people in the rooms next to her.

He appeared immediately with a smile. "You rang?" he quipped.

Cory just raised an eyebrow. "What can you tell me about my vision of the destruction of New York?"

Armando looked at her. "I don't know much more than you. Only that sometime in the near future, it's possible for that to happen. I don't know when or how."

"Is Etienne behind it?" she queried earnestly.

Armando looked at her. "You know that I can't tell you anything, Cory. I'm only the messenger, not the person who is going to solve it for you," he said somberly.

Cory rolled her eyes, his answer telling her that it was very likely that Etienne was involved. The cogs in her mind turned as she realized that there had been three school shooters and three cities that had been destroyed. Maybe there was something significant with that. "Fine, don't tell me and let me not figure this out and millions of people die because of this," she said waspishly.

Armando appeared to sigh. "Fine, but this is all you're getting out of me. Yes, he is involved, but he's only part of it. The rest you have to figure out on your own, Cory," he conceded as he vanished.

Cory just shook her head as she thought about what else Danny had said. She knew that he was wrong about her not letting her emotions affect her, hell, she had moved to New York to catch Ortiz, but she thought he was right that he was letting Etienne affect her to much. For some reason he had just gotten under her skin and that was an unsettling revelation.

Sighing, she picked up her phone, knowing that she needed to make things right with him and was willing to try to talk it over like two adults. As the phone rang, she wondered how she could make up her lapse in judgment to him.

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Meanwhile at the lab, Adam was dancing along with his music, he had written the names of the couple that Stella wanted him to research on a notepad and was just starting his research when he felt a tap on his arm. He looked up to see a flushed Lindsay standing there. "Hey Linds, you okay?" he asked her.

Lindsay shook her head. "Sorry, my back has been killing me all day and I think that I'm having Braxton-Hicks contractions. I'm going to head home."

Adam nodded, concern darkening his light blue eyes. "Are you sure you're okay? You want me to call Flack or something?"

She shook her head. "Naw, he's working an overnight shift and I don't want to disturb him right now. If Mac calls will you let him know?"

Adam smiled as she turned to walk out of the room and was about to say something when she bent over in pain, a small scream ripping through the air. He was by her side in an instant. "Lindsay?" he questioned in apprehension as a pool of water crashed to the floor beneath her. "Shit," he exclaimed as he realized what had happened. "You're in labor!"

Lindsay panted, grasping his arm in both pain and fear. "No, I can't be! I'm not due for another three weeks!"

"Well it looks like the baby doesn't want to wait," he said, trying to project a pretense of calm while his heart raced. "Let's see if we can get you to the hospital," he said, beginning to steer her in the direction of the elevator. They stopped only moments later when another contraction hit her.

"Don't think there's time," she panted, her eyes wide with fear.

Adam nodded; his jaw clenched as he changed directions and guided her into the break room, pulling the blinds closed for privacy. "You don't mind if I call in reinforcements, do you?" he said and not waiting for an answer pulled out his phone. "Sid? Can you come up here, now! Lindsay's in labor and the baby is almost here!" he exclaimed, panic lacing his voice. After he hung up with Sid, he quickly called Flack.

"Flack."

"Flack? It's Adam. Lindsay's in labor at the lab and there's not enough time to get to the hospital," he stated, trying to calm his hysteria.

"What!" Flack exclaimed, much to the surprise of the officers standing around his crime scene in Staten Island. "Damn it! I'm in Staten Island right now. I'll get there as soon as I can," he returned before abruptly hanging up the phone and trying to figure out who would be the closest person to cover him. Sighing, he dialed Angell's number, knowing full well that he would be interrupting her date with Ovidio, the undercover FBI agent she had met before Thanksgiving the previous year. Within moments, he was on his way to the lab.

A moan of pain brought Adam back to reality as he watched Lindsay grip the arm of the couch so hard that her knuckles turned white. "God, Lindsay, what can I do?" he stammered nervously as Sid walked in the door.

"You need to get her to concentrate on her breathing," the medical examiner advised from the door.

Lindsay almost sighed in relief when Sid walked in, knowing that he was at least a doctor and would ensure the health of her baby. Sid closed the door behind him, with a look telling the gathering group of CSI's that this was not for their view.

"Adam, go get me a few towels from the locker room so that we can give Mrs. Flack her privacy,' he instructed. Adam nodded gratefully and shot out the door like the beasts of hell were on his heels. He looked back at Lindsay, noticing the faint panic that was still in her eyes. "Don't worry, Lindsay, I've delivered babies before. I'm only here to guide nature along; you're doing a fine job by yourself." Lindsay nodded, feeling herself calm enough to begin the breathing exercises she had learned in Lamaze class.

Adam rushed back into the lab, carrying a stack of clean towels from the locker room. He held them in his arms and awaited the instructions from Sid.

Sid looked at the nervous young man, chuckling a bit at the panic on his face. "Lindsay, I need to remove your pants and panties. Do you think you can help me with that?" Lindsay nodded as Adam turned around, intent on giving her privacy. Quickly, in between contractions she did just that, and Sid draped her legs with some towels to give ensure her modesty. "Adam, stand by her head and we'll help nature along." He studied the young woman. "You are almost fully dilated, so you'll be pushing here in a few moments."

Adam held Lindsay's hand and concentrated on her face, not knowing what to say.

Soon, Sid was urging her to push and within moments, he held a tiny baby in his grasp. Sid smiled as he carefully cleaned the child, seeing nothing wrong. Confirming this, the baby let out an indignant wail at the cold temperature in the room, causing Lindsay to sigh in relief. "Congratulations, it's a boy," he said simply as he wrapped the baby in a towel (after tying off and cutting the umbilical cord) and laid the baby in his waiting mother's arms.

Adam stared in awe that the tiny baby, as tears of joy rolled down Lindsay's cheeks. "Wow…that's just, wow," he managed to get out.

Lindsay smiled as she lightly stroked the soft skin of the baby's cheek. "Welcome to the world, Ryan Phillip Flack," she said softly.

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After Stella hung up with Adam, Hawkes and she made their way into the house. They entered the dining room and studied the carnage there with disbelief. "Jesus," Stella whispered. "I've never seen anything like this."

Hawkes nodded. "Me neither." He bent to study the body closest to the door, a woman of unknown origin since the fire had burned her beyond recognition. "Most of these we can only hope to identify with either dental records or DNA," he stated sadly.

Stella bent down to study the body of another person, a man from what she could tell and noticed something unusual. "Hawkes, what's this around their necks? It looks like some sort of melted plastic." She shined her flashlight on the melted plastic and studied it even further, before the realization of what it was came to her. "Oh my God, this is a shock collar!" she exclaimed in revulsion.

Hawkes closed his eyes for a moment. "That explains why they weren't trying to escape. Think about it. The house is on fire, why don't you try to escape?"

Stella looked at him. "Because they knew escape was impossible." She shook her head. "Something very wrong was going on here, Hawkes."

"We need to find out more about these owners. Have you gotten anything from Adam?"

Stella started to shake her head when her phone buzzed. She looked down at the picture messaged and grinned. "Well, not about owners, but I think you'll be getting this message, too!"

Hawkes looked at her and then looked at his buzzing phone. He pulled up the picture and smiled. "Well, even during the darkest times, it's nice to know that innocence and brightness exist," he said staring at the picture of Lindsay with her new baby.

AN: Okay, so I just couldn't keep y'all waiting on this. Finally! Lindsay had her baby! I just love Adam and Sid and it was the perfect touch on having them help her. Has the case intrigued y'all yet? :p

Soccer - Thanks! How did you vote in the baby pool?

Axellia - Yeah! You're back! I'm glad to hear about your new job, even if it is keeping you away from the computer :( You're not behind by much and you had already read it once! Yeah, this case is going to be her "whale", if I may quote Mac. lol I love, love, love Decode. It's one of my fav songs right now, so I understand. I'm still not on the Twilight band wagon, but I may get there soon. Feel free to smack Alistair all you want. Just don't get arrested! It is very rude of him, although I do see where he is coming from, once we get a chance to see his reasoning. :D ROTFLMAO at your snarkiness! I don't mind it. I think it techincally be cheating, but I'll send you virtual cookies anyway! Especially with how helpful you and D have been! Feel free to smack Cory, although I do think that this is going to strain things with them for a bit. Especially since Danny's being put through the ringer on this case.

Keira-House MD - Thanks! I'm glad you think so. I hope that Lydia and Hawkes end up back together, but I'm going to have some good time with her and Morgan soon, too. You should check out What the Eyes Can't See by Axellia and Skin Deep by Aphina, too. They are great fics as well! You didn't have to wait long for either the chapter or for the baby to be born!