Baker has his kid. Is this really possible? This has gotten beyond out of hand. Christina, Nate, now this? She and her baby simply got lucky. If Stahl hadn't helped, Cristina could have been in a bed next to Nathan or worse, dead. Harlee shudders. She pushes her fingers into her hair and tries to focus. Shaking it out, she presses the speaker button and pulls off her dress.
"Woz, stop the crew. I'll explain on the way".
She storms through the door like a small hurricane and they all look at her like she is mad. She certainly is, at the rate this is going.
"What the hell, Harlee?"
"Woz, I got what I needed but we've got an issue. Two, actually."
Woz is listening and his glistening eyes almost water for real. Will this crap ever end?
"Harlee, we don't owe this idiot nothing. He got us into this mess in the first place".
"That's not exactly true and you know it. Woz, he is just a kid!". She pleads and her heart beats fast and furious.
Woz stares at her.
"The kid, Harlee? That's His kid", he breathes heavily out.
"Woz, Cristina..."
"I know, I know, you don't have to remind me." He closes his eyes for a second and all he can see is death and its stealthy approach. Cristina in the square on a bright, sunny day, innocent, young, sipping her coffee unaware of danger ahead. Nate, bloody, within an inch of his death. And finding his daughter, no Narcan on hand. So much sorrow... The adults, somehow, he has learned how to stand it, but the kids-he will never accept.
"Allright. Call Gail, get time and place."