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In the air tonight.

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord
I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, oh lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord

Phil Collins

She yawned, stretched and turned over when the baby monitor came to life. The lit face of the clock said that it was three am. The bed shifted as her husband of one year turned over and touched her back.

"Go back to sleep. I'll get him." She told him without turning around. She swung her feet off the bed and into a pair of pink fuzzy bunny slippers. She pulled on his robe as it was closest and stood up, swaying a little.

"Montana, you've been up twice tonight let me get him." He said sleepily.

"No… that's his hungry cry and there's nothing you can do about that." She turned to face him in the darkness. He squinted at her in the moonlight that seeped in around the curtains, painting the walls silver and grey and white.

"Go back to sleep Detective Messer, that's an order. I'll be back soon." She leaned over and kissed him softly. He tried to pull her to him.

"Hold that thought Danny, your child needs to eat." He groaned in frustration, and then he said. "Go on then and give him a kiss for me."

She trudged out of the room and closed the door behind her. She crossed to the nursery and opened the door. Little Louie Antony Messer was crying lustily between making sucking motions with his small mouth.

Lindsay picked him up and shushed him gently. She took him over to her rocking chair and sat down. She took a moment just to look at him. His face was his father's, and her heart ached with happiness every time she looked at him.

She opened the buttons on her pajama top and encouraged him to latch on, not that he needed much encouragement. It always amazed her how he'd known what to do from the beginning. She leaned back in the chair and listened to the small sounds of the house. It settled around her, with small creaks and pops.

Louie made little noises as well and she gloried in hearing them. Danny believed in his misguided way that it was a chore for her to get up and feed the baby. It wasn't, she loved the time with her child. She was bonded to him in away she didn't fully understand, but she went with it just the same.

She looked down few minutes later to see that Louie was sleeping. His little mouth continued to make sucking motions even though he was satisfied. She buttoned her pajama top and sat rocking with him for a long time. It was too peaceful to move. The darkness was broken only by the occasional lights from the cars passing on the street.

When her own head began to nod a bit, she got carefully to her feet and padded over to the crib. Louie didn't move, he was down for the count. It made her giggle to see him sleep like Danny, soundly and deeply. She was the one that was an insomniac, and it was worse now that the baby was here. She knew it was crazy, but she couldn't really let herself sleep, what if he cried and she didn't hear him. Danny tried to reason with her, but she couldn't get over the fear. It was better in the daytime somehow. She didn't know why.

She tucked a blanket around him and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "That's from Mommy and," she kissed him again, "that's from Daddy. Sleep well little prince."

She closed the door behind her and walked silently across the hall to her room. She opened the door as quietly as she could and entered the room. Her husband was snoring and she nearly laughed out loud. He refused to believe he snored, even when she tape recorded him one night and let him listen to it the next day.

She was about to get in bed when her cell phone beeped. She stared at it, wondering who it was a three am. It couldn't be work, they were both on leave. Danny was going back to work, but not until nine the next day. Anyway, if it were the lab, they would call his cell not hers. She hesitated when it beeped again. The sound was loud and like an accusation in the stillness of the room. Her hands suddenly went cold, she'd just remembered him. Maybe it was him again, she stared at the phone and it beeped again, she had to answer it or Danny would wake and if he did…

"Hello," she whispered, after opening the phone with shaking hands.

There was only silence on the other end. Just like the calls she'd been getting lately on the hard line to the house he'd only spoken once before, was he going to talk now and would she recognize the voice this time?

"Hello," her heart was beginning to pound in her throat, choking her. Her palms were sweating now, and the phone almost slipped out of her hands.

"H-hello, this is Detective M-monroe of the New York City P-police Department, identify yourself n-now." She tried to inject as much bravado as she could, but her voice was shaking too hard.

"Lindsay!"

The voice was only a whisper; it sent icy chills down her back.

"Soon."

She tried to tell him to go away, to leave her alone, but her vocal cords refused to work. She swallowed hard and the click in her voice was like a gunshot to her ears.

"T-tell me who you are," She should hang up; she shouldn't encourage him, or let him know she was afraid. The phone was slipping through her sweat soaked hands.

"Soon!"

Then the voice was gone and all she heard was the silence of the closed line.

She put the phone down on the dresser next to the baby monitor and stood staring at it for a long time.

Turn it off.

I can't, what if there's an emergency?

What emergency, you're on leave remember?

Her hand found the phone and pushed the button to turn it off. She went over to the bed and climbed in, scooting up as close as she could to Danny. She wrapped her arms tightly around his sleeping form. Suddenly she was so cold!