"Legolas."

Catherine gave her daughter a look and Lindsey giggled.

"Joshua?" Gil suggested, flipping through the names book.

"Maybe," Catherine replied. She yawned and looked at the clock. "It's too early in the morning to be deciding names though."

Lindsey glanced at the clock and rolled her eyes. "It's only seven-thirty." A horn beeped outside and she kissed her mother and then Gil on the cheek.

"I'm going to school. Sleep well."

Gil walked her to the front door and when she had gone he came back into the bedroom, lying down beside his wife.

"I'm exhausted," she murmured.

"Sleep," he told her, snuggling up next to her, his free hand resting on her slightly swollen belly.

Catherine smiled. Gil was so excited about the baby. He loved Lindsey like his own daughter but this child.this would really be his. A product of their love.

"Okay, Sara, Nick, Catherine, we have a db near the strip." Gil looked up at them, concerned. "Apparently the police have detained a suspect down there so be careful. We don't know the full situation." His eyes locked onto Catherine's. "Especially you."

Nick nodded. "We'll keep an eye on her, Gris."

Catherine raised an eyebrow. "'We' will, will we?"

Nick reddened slightly as the group disappeared.

"Warrick, let's go. There's another db near the desert."

"We'll have to process the suspect," Nick said to the officer standing guard. He glanced at Catherine. "Can you look around the door, see if there are any prints from where this guy might have been waiting for our vic?"

Catherine narrowed her eyes, knowing that Nick was getting all protective. She rolled her eyes. "Fine. You guys go look at the suspect."

She set her kit down by the door and stood inside, facing the door. There was a faint smudge of blood on it, and some other marks, so she reached down for a swab. All of a sudden she heard some yelling and Catherine went to turn around so she could make sure the younger CSI's were alright. The next thing she knew, she was shoved forward. Her body fell through the glass door and the last coherent thought she had was about her baby as her she fell face first onto the cement, surrounding by glass.