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Lindsay sat down on the couch in the living room with the cordless phone handset in her hand as Natalie suckled sustenance from her.

She lightly padded her daughter's diapered bottom and kissed the tiny hand planted on the top of her breast.

“Let call daddy, huh?”

The Inspector dialled in Tom's cell phone number, but was disappointed to find it busy.

“I guess daddy is too busy to talk this morning, sweetheart. After you're finished we'll get some more sleep before mommy has to head down to work,” she whispered to her eating child.

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Lindsay walked in to the bullpen with the diaper bag on her shoulder and Natalie wide awake in her arms. She saw the girls and Jacobi standing by her desk with something in a brown paper bag beside Claire, sitting on the desk.

“Hey,” Lindsay greeted them.

They all replied with their 'hellos', before looking at Claire, leaving whatever needed to be said up to her, since she was Lindsay's closest friend.

“I need you in interrogation in about half an hour, Boxer,” Jacobi said and walked away, not wanting anything to do with the upcoming conversation between Lindsay, Claire, Jill and Cindy.

The Inspector looked around at her best friends, curiously. “What's going on?” She asked, furrowing her brows.

“Can I hold Natalie?” Jill asked, holding out her arms for the child.

Lindsay sighed but nodded. “Sure,” she replied and delicately passed her infant daughter to the D.D.A. “Now....What is going on, Claire?”

The Medical Examiner picked up the item out of the bag and showed Lindsay. It was a breast pump.

“What the hell?!”

“Natalie is going to need food while we babysit her,” Claire explained.

“What? You're babysitting?” She asked and looked away to see that Jill had taken off with her baby girl.

Claire saw Lindsay's expression change from angry to scared and anxious in a matter of a second.

“Where's m-my d-daughter?!”

She was looking around, frantically. Having flashbacks of when Natalie was taken the day after she was born.

Claire gave Lindsay a hug. “Just in Jill's office, honey. It's ok. Nat is ok. Use the breast pump.”

Lindsay picked up the item with a look of disgust.

“It's just like when Natalie suckles except it goes in to a bottle before a belly. Don't worry, it's sterilized,” Claire explained.

Lindsay sighed and nodded. “Can you guard the break room please?”

“Sure honey,” Claire replied and guided her friend to the break room.

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After using the breast pump and giving what she filled to Claire for Natalie, she walked in to the interrogation room to see that Jacobi had just started with the suspect, Eric Campbell.

“Hey, you're the Inspector with the baby,” he said with a whistle as he saw her walk in to the room and close the door behind her.

His aim was to annoy her enough for her to turn violent and he was planning on saying anything to make it happen.

“So? My child is none of your concern. Don't you even think about my daughter!” Lindsay snarled, trying to keep her anger in check.

She was beyond exhausted and her emotions were all of the place.

“Oh, I won't think about her,” he smirked, still trying to annoy her enough.

He just wanted her to turn violent toward him. He didn't know why exactly but he did.

“Boxer,” Jacobi warned but it was just one second too late.

Lindsay pulled the chair from under Campbell and started to kick the crap out of him. “You son of a bitch! You leave my daughter alone!” She roared.
“Lindsay!” Jacobi yelled, pulling the female Inspector off of the suspect. “Get off of him, Boxer!”

Lindsay stood up properly again and exhaled a deep breath. “Let go of me! I'm going to see my baby,” she said and rushed out of the room.

Lindsay ran all the way to the D.D.A's office and flung the door open, causing the three women in the room to look up from the gorgeous giggling baby occuping their attention.

Claire could sense something was wrong and went to approach her but Lindsay ran straight to Cindy, who was now holding her infant daughter.

“Linz?”

“Pass me my daughter please.”

Cindy nodded with a stuttered, “of course,” and passed Natalie to the dark haired woman.

The mother gently took her daughter and held her up to her chest with her tiny head on her shoulder. “Oh my baby,” Lindsay murmured, softly rubbing the tiny girl's back and inhaling her unique baby scent. Baby powder, lotion and shampoo.

Claire looked at Jill and Cindy, who both nodded and quietly left the office, giving the Medical Examiner and the Inspector some privacy, since Claire sometimes was the only one who could get Lindsay to open up.

Claire softly shut the door before putting a caring hand on Lindsay's lower back.

“Linz?” She spoke up and waited for the taller woman to look at her. She didn't.

Lindsay continued to look at her pride and joy.

“Lindsay....Lindsay Boxer!”

Boxer finally looked up at her best friend, startled. “What's wrong, Claire?” She asked, gently moving Natalie down in to a laying position in her arms, since she was now sleeping.

“What happened in that short time that you were in the interrogation room, honey?”

“The....the suspect was getting his rocks off talking about Natalie. I don't know how he knows about her...I- I snapped. I pulled the chair from underneath him and kicked the crap out of him,” she explained and gave her baby a kiss on the forehead.

Claire put a friendly hand on the slightly younger woman's arms, looking in to her beautiful brown eyes. “Linz, you need a break, honey. Fill up another bottle using the pump and you can nurse Natalie before you leave tonight, ok? I am going to look after her for the night.”
“You might not have enough for her all night. She likes to be fed at about three am,” she replied nervously. She didn't like her baby girl out of her sight.

“She'll be fine, honey. But you, on the other hand, need a good night's rest,” the Medical Examiner, whom was a mother herself assured the mother.

Lindsay sighed before reluctantly agreeing because she was so tired.

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That night Lindsay came home after a nice jog with Martha and had a nice hot relaxing bath. The apartment seem to be too bare and quiet, too lifeless, without Natalie in the home.

Lindsay laid down on the couch in the living room and looked at Natalie's empty bassinet. She sighed and looked at the clock. It was 9:24pm. Her daughter would probably be eating right about now before going to sleep, to get ready for her three am feeding.

She looked down at her chest and noticing that she was leaking. “Crap,” she cursed and grabbed the breast pump.

Claire sat on the couch in her living room with Natalie in her arms. She gently guided the nipple of the warm up breast milk to the infant's lips.

“Are you going to drink mommy's milk for 'Aunt' Claire, sweetie?”

The baby took the teat in her mouth and knew it wasn't her mother, so she flatly refused to take it, even though she was hungry.

Natalie began screaming even louder. She was screaming for her mother.

Claire didn't want to call Lindsay if she could help it, so she tried to settle her down, to try feeding her again but when 9:17 became 9:48pm, the Medical Examiner decided that it was time to call the infant's mother.

She grabbed the phone and pressed speed dial three for 'Lindsay home'.

“Boxer,” Lindsay answered, half asleep.

She had just began to doze off on the couch.

“Hey, Linz. I'm so sorry but Nat is refusing to drink from the bottle.”

Lindsay shot up. She could hear her daughter's screaming through the phone. “She must be starving. I'm on my way,” she told her friend and hung up.

Lindsay headed to Claire's not knowing that her life would change dramatically the next morning.