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CSI: NY I threw in a small mention of Danny & Lindsay's new baby. I named her Lydia Mackenzie.

"Again?" A patrol officer at the front desk said.

"What?" The receptionist said.

A five and half month pregnant Aimee Caine and her daughters had just exited the elevator and were headed to Horatio's office.

"Lieutenant Caine and his wife. They're expecting again?"

"Yep," the woman answered. "Word around here is that it's a boy, this time."

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes and Det. Danny Messer were in Miami for a three-week conference. They had dropped into the crime lab and were bantering with Horatio. Danny was a new father. He and his wife, fellow detective Lindsay Monroe had five-month-old daughter named Lydia Mackenzie.

The younger detective had told Horatio and Dr. Hawkes when Horatio asked when he and Lindsay were going to have another child that he wasn't sure if they were. At 37, Danny said, although he adored Lydia and would never take back her surprising arrival, he thought he was too old to do it again. Though hours following Lydia's birth Lindsay had told their friends and family that Lydia was going to be an only child because she was "never doing that again," Lindsay was now only considering their daughter being an only child simply because she and her husband were the same age and she felt the same way about her age. Plus with their jobs she worried if they would have enough time to give to two children. It was no longer the notion of the pain of childbirth that turned her from having another child.

Lindsay and Lydia had come to Miami with Danny. They were back at their hotel suite.

Sheldon Hawkes smiled. He knew Horatio Caine would have something to say about that.

Horatio rolled his eyes at Danny.

"You're too old? Good god, man! You're two years past 35! I'm older than you and Aimee and myself will have number three soon."

This was the first the New York duo had heard of this. They knew Horatio was married with two girls. Their photos were on his desk. Both men thought the girls were very cute.

"Whoa. Congrats, Horatio. 'Didn't know that," Danny said.

"Yeah, congratulations. Your girls must be happy," Sheldon said.

"Thanks. Actually, they should be here shortly."

As if on cue, 19-month-old Cheyenna and 3-year-old Rachel ran through the door. Their mother was a short distance behind and had told them not to run but knew that was useless.

"Hi daddy!" Rachel said as their father picked both of them up.

"Their poor mom," Sheldon chuckled to Danny.

Both men laughed. Seeing Aimee walk through the door both New Yorkers rose from their chairs, both thinking Aimee should have a seat.

"Aren't you two gentlemen?" Aimee said, taking the seat Danny had been in. She recognized the two detectives even though she hadn't seen them since Rachel was Lydia Messer's age.

"I hear congratulations are in order for you and Lindsay," Aimee said. "What's her name? Lydia?"

"Yeah. Lydia MacKenzie." The New York Detective took out his phone and showed Horatio's wife his daughter's picture.

"She's cute. Tell Lindsay any time she wants to drop over with Lydia while you're in town she's welcome. Beats staying in the hotel."

"Thanks. I'll sure she'll take you up on that offer."

"So, another eight months, you'll be planning your second one?"

"Detective Messer has already informed me that he and Mrs. Messer had decided they're too old to give Lydia a sibling," Horatio said, while still playing with their daughters.

Horatio knew his wife would something to say about this. She was only six years younger than Lindsay Messer.

"You're joking, right? So, I guess senior years for you two is what, 45?" Mrs. Caine said.

Horatio hid a smile. If Lindsay spent an afternoon with his family a second child wouldn't be such a crazy idea. After all, Aimee would admit even she said "I'm never going through that again" within hours of giving birth, twice.

Had she meant it? Her current state proved otherwise.

Up next, Lindsay Messer visits the Caines!