The meeting was set. That night we were meeting Spencer near the Brooklyn bridge. Hank was studying the information gathered by Erin in the living room. We were playing with his son, Justin, in his room so Emily could take a nap.
We had been all afternoon talking to C.I.s Lindsay had met in New York the last four years. Thanks to them we got to talk to an ex russian spy who was living in New Jersey. He had made a deal with the CIA, that's why he was living on american soil. He helped us by giving us some names.
"So, how old are you, Justin?" I asked. He showed me his fingers, he was three. "He is about to turn 4" Erin added. She got up and headed to the kitchen. I followed her. "Who is the father, Erin?" I asked, looking right into her eyes. She looked at me, and then she looked at the floor. That's when I knew it. "Erin, is he mine?"
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RomanceWhat would happen if Lindsay came back in season 8 (I don't own any of the characters, it's just a fanfiction novel)
