A/N: Sorry for the delay, I've had a busy holiday and lots of writers block. I am however, determined to finish this story in the next week or so.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI:NY

Chapter 8

2 and a half months later- Lindsay is 8 months along

Lindsay looked at the nursery around her with a tired feeling of triumph. She'd practically worn herself out, putting away the gifts from the baby shower, but it was done. Bags were packed for when she went into labor, and the apartment was clean. Flack was going to be irritated when he came home, and found out she hadn't been resting all day, but she had a feeling that she needed to get all these things done today. The twins were resting low in her belly, and Lindsay would not be surprised if she went into labor any day this week. They'd picked out names last month when they'd found out what they were having. Aiden Patrick would have the crib on the left with the Noah's ark theme. Aislinn Kerry would have the crib on the right with the butterfly theme. Flack was about to burst with excitement and nervousness as they approached closer to Lindsay's due date.

The nervousness Flack felt quickly turned into fear as he sat at his desk and listened to a beat cop's radio rattle off his address and the domestic disturbance code. This was quickly followed by none other than Officer Rodriguez's voice calling pregnant officer down and requesting a rush on a bus. Det. Angell had also heard the radio, and told Flack to just go, she'd deal with their boss. Flack only had an hour left on his shift anyway. He'd made it to his car when his cell phone went off.

"Flack," he barked into the phone, taking his nervousness and fear out on whoever was on the other line.

"Uh, Detective Flack, this is Officer Rodriguez, I just wanted to tell you that your fiancée went into labor and I'm following the bus to Mount Sinai," replied a slightly apprehensive bass voice.

"What was the domestic disturbance?" asked Flack, in his commanding tone.

Flack could almost hear Rodriguez grinning as he replied, "Well sir, Det. Monroe was a little startled that she went into labor, and accidentally knocked the skillet set off the wall. The noise concerned one of your neighbor, who happened to be out in the hallway, so they called the cops."

Flack let out a sigh of relief. He could deal with cleaning up the kitchen, as long as Lindsay was alright. Lindsay's health was all that mattered right now.

"Alright, thanks Rodriguez, I'll be there in a few minutes," said Flack, before hanging up and pulling out of the parking garage with his lights and sirens blaring. Now was definitely the time to play up the advantages of being NYPD Golden Boy. Within fifteen minutes, Flack had made it to the hospital and was striding through the Emergency Room entrance. The nurse behind the desk very cheerfully sent Flack to the Delivery Room where Lindsay was currently. One of the nurses there gave Flack instructions on scrubbing up and sent him to the head of the bed, to hold Lindsay's hand. Lindsay though happy to see Flack, was in a lot of pain and hissing things at him that should not be repeated.

The Doctor looked up cheerfully and said, "You're doing great Lindsay! You've only got 2 centimeters to go!"

It was going to be a very long night..

Early in the Morning the Next Day

Stella groaned as her phone vibrated indicating a text message. Today was her day off, and she'd been looking forward to sleeping in. Whoever was waking her up at 6 am, had better be terminally ill or dying. Flipping open her phone tiredly, she saw two picture messages and a regular text message. The two picture messages were the cutest little newborn babies she'd ever seen. The text message said, "Aiden Patrick and Aislynn Kerry 6 lb and 5 lb, born at 3:20 and 3:30 am."

Stella practically squealed with delight, Lindsay had given birth. Quickly she dialed the phone to call the lab, Mac and Hawkes would want to know if they didn't all ready. Now Stella was ready to greet the day, she needed to go meet her new godchildren.