A/N: I'm back from vacation now and here is the long awaited update. I just wanted to say before we begin the rest of this story. I've never been pregnant, so I'm writing this based on what I remember of my families pregnancies and what information I can find in books. So, if any of my readers find errors, or have any suggestions for me, please send them my way. This is definitely a work in progress.
Lindsay was pretty sure Flack was contemplating committing a felony. They'd been in the exam room for exactly 5 minutes before his pager went off. It was dispatch, telling him to respond to a multiple homicide. Lindsay wished he didn't have to go, but she knew the job. She knew that he might have to go in hours before his shift was supposed to start occasionally. Flack was pissed at whatever moron he was going to be looking for, pissed at dispatch and just pissed in general. He wanted to be there for Lindsay, he wanted to see his baby. This shift was just not starting good for Flack.
"Det. Monroe. How are you feeling today?", asked the doctor, a nice brunette in her mid-thirties. She'd come highly recommended from Hawkes and Stella, which made Lindsay like the obstetrician already.
"I'm doing well today, so far. How are you Dr. Milan?", responded Lindsay, putting aside thoughts of Flack and concentrating on what Dr. Milan was explaining about the exam.
Later in the day, early afternoon, before Lindsay's shift starts:
Lindsay walked into the precinct slightly dazed at the news she'd received from Dr. Milan. She paid no attention to the noise all around her, the shouting of the suspects, the soothing or irritated tones of the officers. With a purposeful stride, she walked through the bullpen and up to Flack's desk. She wasn't sure exactly how well Flack was going to respond to her news. She smiled slightly as, Flack looked up from his computer and mounds of paperwork and his blue eyes met her brown eyes.
"Hey Linny. I'm sorry I had to walk out on ya, How'd it go? What'd the Doc say?" asked Flack in a torrent of words, coming up to her and leading her by the hand to the witness seat by his desk.
Still in a daze, Lindsay took the simple route in her response. "Twins. 3 months along. August 15th."
Flack looked at her in shock for a few seconds. Then, letting out an excited yell, Flack gathered Lindsay in his strong, muscular arms and held her close. "Linny, that's wonderful! That's so wonderful! We're going to be parents twice over!"
Letting her go only slightly, he looked at Lindsay's face, "You don't seem as excited Linny, What's on your mind?"
Just that moment, Detective Angell came over, "Flack, we got a lead on that multiple homicide. Danny's meeting us there. We need to go now. Hey Lindsay, sorry."
Lindsay dismissed it with a slight wave of her hand, "It's alright, I have to start upstairs anyway."
Flack shrugged his gray suit jacket back on while kissing Lindsay's cheek, "We'll continue this at home, doll. I promise."
Lindsay took one look at the determination and curiosity in his blue eyes and knew he was serious. To anyone else, Flack's face was unreadable, but Lindsay could read him like a book. Sighing, she continued her purposeful walk to the elevators and then upstairs to the lab.
Upstairs in the lab, a few hours later:
Lindsay studied the footage from the buildings around the homicide. The perpetrators weren't the brightest of the bunch. Not only was the scene a few blocks down from precinct and lab, but the buildings surrounding the scene all had outside security cameras. There was a fair amount of tapes to look through and also some decent shots of the suspects. From what she could tell in the footage, they were four teens. Males, Hispanic, and she suspected were associated with a local gang. Which one, she wasn't sure but, it was Flack's job to find those things out. Flack and Angell would be happy to have someone to drag into interrogation.
Lindsay picked up her phone and pushed Flacks speed dial, "Hey Donnie, I've got something you need to see."
A few minutes later, Lindsay handed him a manila folder and said flatly, "Here's pictures of your suspects and their rap sheets. You've got some fans, detective."
"Anything else connecting them to the scene?" asked Flack just as flatly, already scanning through the information with professional quickness.
"I think Danny was working on fingerprints and DNA. Stella's on a robbery, Hawkes is at a potential suicide, Mac's with the DA, Adam and Kendall are sick and I'm not allowed in the field until Mac gets back and we talk, so we're a little behind. Forgive us.", said Lindsay, matter of factly, leaving out the fact that the stress of being understaffed was getting to her and making her feel exhausted.
"Just make sure you take it easy, Linny. I'm going to worry about you and the peanuts, as it is." said Flack with a loving tone, as his cell phone rang again.
Lindsay rolled her eyes, "Go catch some bad guys."
Late that night at their apartment:
Lindsay laid on their queen size bed and sighed as she sank into her fluffy pillow, she was exhausted. Pregnancy and work were sapping all of her energy lately. The doctor said that was normal, as was the food cravings at odd times. Flack laid down next to her and held her close, keeping her flush against him.
"Are you alright Linny? Do you want me to get you anything?", asked Flack, concerned about how little she'd said to him since the doctors visit this morning.
"I'm fine." said Lindsay, in a curter than normal way. The mood swings are back again.
"You're not acting fine. So let's talk about how you're feeling about having twins, you've been in a daze since the doctors appointment." said Flack patiently. You've been acting like you're mad at me but better not push that button right now.
Lindsay turned toward Flack and stared at him for a few minutes before answering. "I'm scared and I'm nervous. I knew it was going to be an adjustment having one baby. How are we going to handle having two? That's going to be twice as much work! We'll need two of everything and there's more chances of complications! The doctor's putting me in a high-risk category. I'll be even more limited in what I can do at work."
"First Linny, we can handle it. I love you and I love these kids. We'll figure it all out together." said Flack, kissing her forehead softly. "Now what have you and Mac worked out about the field?"
"I can take pictures at the crime scene, and process the scene until I'm 6 months along, or until it becomes too much for me. No dumpster diving, no bodies and no chemicals. I can work in the A/V lab, DNA lab and ballistics. Fingerprinting and layout, some processing of personal effects, it'll depend on the scene. I go on maternity leave at 8 months or early if it becomes too much for me." said Lindsay, mildly unhappy about her new restrictions.
Flack opted not to say anything after that. He figured that keeping Lindsay happy was the best course of action and the best way to accomplish that seemed to be to keep his mouth shut. It was going to be a long pregnancy.
A/N: Love it? Hate it? Let me know, I'm looking for ideas/help here. I don't own anything by the way. I'm not CBS.