A/N: Here you go! An update! I got a little behind with finals and work, but it is summer now and I am determined to finish this story before the next semester starts.

Per usual, I do not own anything associated with CSI:NY.

A/N 2: Lindsay is now 5 mo. Along

2 Months later

Lindsay sat in the A/V lab watching surveillance footage from their latest homicide case. There was footage from 3 cameras to sift through and so far it was fairly boring work. Especially since all Lindsay had been allowed to do this week was go through surveillance videos and run things around the lab. Libraries did not usually have much excitement, even in New York the most excitement was an occasional vandal. The security cameras were meant to catch vandalism, though in this case they were the best witnesses to a shooting spree. Unfortunately, the star witnesses showed only grainy images and few defining features. By the time her shift was half over, Lindsay had managed to get a rough description down of the 2 suspects and a few decent profile shots. It probably wouldn't help a whole lot, but it was progress.

Lindsay stood up and rubbed her very pregnant belly, "Let's go see Mac, huh kids, see what else Uncle'll let us do today. Probably nothing."

She grabbed the file folder off the desk and walked down the hall to Mac's office. She could see through the glass walls, that he was looking through some case files, not too busy. She knocked before opening the door.

"Hey Mac, I got something for you.," said Lindsay, " I got a few shots for you and managed to get a vague description of each of your suspects. It'll probably corroborate the witness statements but not much else."

"Thanks Lindsay. Can you work on crime scene photos? I don't think Stella's had time to print them yet.", said Mac, glancing up from his case files, to grab hers and flip through it.

"Sure thing.", said Lindsay, heading to the trace lab to talk to Stella.

When she walked in, Stella was busy processing clothes and other personal affects from the crime scene. She looked tired and a little frazzled.

"Hey Stella. How's it coming?", asked Lindsay.

"Hi Lindsay.", replied Stella, with a sight she continued, "There's still a lot to process. I still haven't printed the crime scene photos and Mac got pulled to another case, so I'm flying solo on a multiple homicide."

"Wow, well, if you tell me where you left your camera, I will print the photos for you and then I can help process.", said Lindsay, hoping that she might be able to do something interesting for the first time this week, if just to break up the monotony.

"Thanks Lindsay, it's in my office, on the table behind my desk. I'm pretty sure my office is unlocked.", said Stela, letting another sigh out, this time in relief.

"It's no problem. Don likes me staying in the lab. He worries so much more when I'm in the field.", said Lindsay. Stella heard what she didn't say. She heard how much Lindsay wanted to go in the field and she thought to herself, 'Boy is she going to be upset when she figures out Mac's manipulating her work load to keep her in the lab doing very little.'

With that, Lindsay walked to Stella's office and grabbed her camera, before heading back to the A/V lab to print all the crime scene pictures. Since it was a multiple homicide, that took place inside and outside a library, there were several hundred pictures. It took about an hour for all of them to print out. Once those were done printing, Lindsay walked back to the trace lab to give them to Stella and help her process the rest of the evidence.

"Here's the pictures, Stel.", said Lindsay, setting the file folders on a table, 'Where would you like me to start?"

"Well, actually, I only have the items in that box left to process. So it might be more helpful if you walked these samples to Adam. I know he's going to want a head start on all this trace.", said Stella.

Something in her voice, sounded odd but Lindsay didn't mention it she just grabbed the samples and left a little frustrated. People were reluctant to let her do most of her job, if any of it. She may be 5 months pregnant with twins and suffering the usual symptoms of tiredness, but it would not kill her to help process some evidence or go to a scene. Mac hadn't let her go to a scene since two weeks ago, when Danny had the flu. This week, she'd been stuck in the A/V lab or playing messenger to Adam. It was annoying her, especially when she knew that the other CSI's had at least one case, some had two.

"Hey Adam, I've got some trace for you to run and it looks like some DNA too.", said Lindsay.

Her sudden entrance startled the young lab tech who'd been deeply engrossed in the rock music he had blasting in his headphones. She wasn't sure why he bothered with the headphones because she could still hear the music. The twins started kicking and moving around as soon as she walked into the lab. They seemed to like Adam's taste in music.

"Oh, uh, hi, Lindsay. Uh, How are you?", asked Adam, taking the samples from her and setting them on a table to sort out.

Lindsay looked at him strangely, it was unusual for Adam to point blank ask her, usually he'd just watch her when he thought she wouldn't notice. She always noticed, but never told him that.

"Bored and hungry. I've spent the last few hours going over surveillance footage of a library and printing pictures."

Adam grimaced, "I'm sorry. Why don't you go eat something? These won't be done for a little bit."

Lindsay shook her head, " I can't. If I hurry, Stella might let me finish processing the evidence from the library case."

"Well don't forget to eat. Don't want to upset Mac." said Adam, as Lindsay walked out of the lab.

Half an hour later

Lindsay sat in the corner booth of her favorite diner, Jim's, about five blocks from the lab, fuming. All the frustration and stress was coming out in a steady stream of tears, giving her chicken strip salad an interesting flavor. When she'd gone back to help Stella with the evidence, Mac told her in his Marine voice to go take a long lunch. Lindsay had obeyed him, after giving him her two cents worth and a terse 'sir'. Jim, the owner of the diner, always gave one of his most faithful customers, the corner booth near the bathrooms that she liked and a discount. He had a soft spot for the pretty brunette CSI and was becoming accustomed to her pregnancy moods. Seeing her upset when she walked in, he quickly set her usual chicken strip salad, fruit plate and peach ice tea on the table and let her alone. The waitress, Rosie, gave her extra napkins and kept the ice tea filled, but didn't say a word otherwise. Rosie and Jim both knew that when Lindsay was upset she didn't want to talk about it until after she'd eaten, if ever.

Today, it was almost a good thing Lindsay was upset, because when she'd walked in they'd been busy. However, now half an hour later, it was 3 pm and the lunch rush was over and it was time to make their daily run to the bank. There were only fifteen patrons in a diner that could hold fifty, maybe even sixty. The quietness suited Lindsay as she thought over the day and whether or not she should order a slice of apple pie, her latest craving. When she'd just decided to, and had stood to flag Rosie, two men with hoods shadowing their faces burst into the diner, two handguns visible. Lindsay quickly sat back down, and despite feeling a little shaky as her memory went back years to a time in Montana, she managed to unholster her service weapon without notice.

"Nobody move!" shouted one, who stood in front of the door, blocking anyone's hope of leaving. He was a tall, imposing figure, that reminded Lindsay of some of the gigantic bouncers she'd seen at clubs. The other was rudely and with much cursing, ordering Rosie to open the cash register and Jim to hand over the bank bag, that Lindsay guessed was holding several thousand dollars. Jim's Diner did a lot of business, especially from the police force.

Lindsay badly wanted to stop the gunmen, to do something to protect Rosie and Jim. She didn't want to see more people dead and bleeding over a tile diner floor, like her friends had all those years ago, but she also had two babies to think of. She could not in good conscience do something that might hurt them.

The 2nd gunman spoke loudly and gruffly, " Now I"m going to come by with this bag and your going to put your valuables in it. No funny business or so help me God, I will shoot this place up."

Lindsay almost smiled, the criminals greed might give her a chance to stop them. When he came to her, she put on her best pitiful face, "Please, sir, I need the money for my babies. I'm pregnant and I need the money to pay the doctor."

The gunman was unimpressed, " Well that's too bad. Hand over your stuff or you won't have babies to worry about."

Lindsay pleaded one more time, 'Please, sir can you just put the gun down and forget about it?"

The gunman angrily shouted, "The money! Now!"

Lindsay responded by pulling her handgun out, "I don't think so. NYPD officers aren't known for just handing their money over. Now drop it."

The gunman was not expecting a very pregnant lady to pull out a gun or be NYPD and his split second hesitation allowed Lindsay to get a shot into his shoulder. His shot went wide into the ceiling, as he fell down to the floor. Lindsay kicked his gun away from him, as a shot from the other gunmen pierced her arm.

A voice she hadn't heard before shouted, "I've got this one, you get the guy on the floor!"

Even though she was bleeding, Lindsay managed to cuff the guy on the floor, who was cursing up a storm and struggling. Jim came from behind the counter and helped restrain the criminal. Some criminals just wouldn't give up even after being cuffed. A few patrons were sitting in shock, others were quickly making calls on their cell phones to report the crime. Rosie was helping control Lindsay's bleeding.

"Ma'am, are you alright?", asked the voice from earlier. Lindsay noticed it was deep and had a distinct Staten Island accent, so much like Danny's.

Lindsay gave out a heavy sigh. "I need a doctor. I think I'm having contractions."

"Alright, I"m gonna get you one.", he said, pulling out his cell phone, "This is Det. Silas O'Toole. I've got an officer down and two suspects in custody. Rush a bus and back up." He rattled off the address, before shutting the phone.

He glanced over at the criminal he'd taken on, who was still unconscious on the floor, and then took Lindsay's hand. "I'm sure you heard, I'm Det. Silas O'Toole, What's your name?"

"Lindsay, Det. Lindsay Monroe. I'm a CSI." said Lindsay, grimacing a little as Rosie tied her apron strings, finishing the makeshift bandage around her arm.

"There, that should help with the bleeding, I hope." Said Rosie, "Can I get you anything else Lindsay?"

She shook her head, before gritting her teeth, "No, I need to call Mac and Don. They need to know."

Sirens could be heard approaching, "Are their numbers in your cell phone?" asked Det. O'Toole.

"Yes. Speed dial 1 and 2. They may show up anyway. They're detectives." said Lindsay, squeezing his hand hard, as another contraction hit.

"I'll make sure they're notified immediately." said Det. O'Toole. A groan was heard from the unconscious criminal, and Det. O'Toole motioned for Rosie to take Lindsay's hand. He then checked the criminal to make sure he wasn't going to move and then walked to the other criminal still struggling against Jim.

Det. O'Toole roughly grabbed his arms and yanked him into a standing position. "Knock it off buddy, or I swear to God I will shoot you again."

Two uniformed officers came in, guns drawn and seeing the suspects in custody, holstered their weapons again. "Hey, you want to take this wise guy to the hospital. He's dangerous and uncooperative." said Det. O'Toole, manhandling the gunman over to the officers.

They each took an arm and shoved him out the door and into a squad car. Another officer took the barely conscious gunman, as officers and paramedics began to swarm around the diner. Hawkes and Danny arrived with Det. Angell on their tail.

Det. Angell recognized Det. O'Toole, "Silas! Are you alright? We heard the call for the officer down."

"Yeah, I'm alright. It's one of your gals," he replied, nodding to Hawkes and Danny. They both walked briskly to the diner, with fear and anger running across their faces. As they reached the door, the paramedics wheeled Lindsay out on a gurney.

"Montana!" exclaimed Danny, "Is she going to be okay?"

Danny and Hawkes walked along the gurney all the way to the ambulance, listening to Lindsay's labored mumblings that it was too soon. Hawkes handed his case to Danny, "I'll ride with her. You call Don and Mac. Don't let them hear it from a stranger."

Without waiting for a response, Hawkes shut the ambulance door and went to work on Lindsay.

"She's five months along, it's twins. So far no complications."

Danny pulled out his cell phone as he watched the ambulance drive away, "Hey Don, it's Danny. Listen, you know that call that went out about an officer down, It was Lindsay."

A/N: Cliffhanger! Let me know what you think. I shall try to update soon.