This is my first fanfic for The Bill so hopefully it will be ok :) It is a Callum/OC fic. I have added some of my own creations to the Sunhill team, so the dynamics of the station have changed a little. But...anyway...i hope you like it, let me know good or bad. Please review! :)

Rachel x

Chapter 1

Sunhill Police Station

How could this be happening? Why was this happening? To me of all people, why? Surely this couldn't be happening, there must be some mistake. You'll soon find out, the little voice in my head told me. I glanced at my watch, another minute and a half to go, time wasn't going quick enough. This really couldn't be happening. I couldn't be pregnant, there's no way I could be pregnant. But why was my period over two months late? When was my last one? Oh, I couldn't remember. What other reason could there be? I should have done this earlier, checked to see, but I didn't have the courage. I couldn't bear the thought of my worst fears coming true. I checked my watch again, a minute to go.

My hands were clammy with nervousness, and I was tapping my foot convulsively. This wasn't fair, I knew girls at college who would drop their pants for any guy who looked their way. I wasn't one of those girls; I never had been and never would be. It was just one night, one stupid night, and now my life could be changed forever. It wasn't like we weren't careful; I'd made sure that we were. Nothing's one hundred percent, my mother's voice shot through my head like a loaded gun.

Another thirty seconds to go and I'd know. I'd know whether I was pregnant or not. I'd know if I was going to be a mother. I wanted nothing more than for the words 'not pregnant' to flash up on the little screen, I wasn't ready for a baby, and I wasn't ready for someone to depend on me so completely. But a little part of me, a tiny, tiny, little part of me, wanted that test to be positive. A part of me that glowed at the thought of having a little baby in my arms, holding their soft, warm body against my own, breathing in that scent that is all baby. No! I told myself sharply, you don't want that. Not yet.

I sat on the closed toilet seat, holding the pee covered stick at arms length. I felt almost claustrophobic in the little toilet cubicle, like the walls would squash in on me. I was hyperventilating. What if the test was positive? What would I do? I had no money; I was still living at home with my Mum. What would I do when I had a baby to pay for? Sure Mum and Dad would probably help me, they had enough money, but I didn't want there help…that would be like admitting defeat. But what if it was negative, how would I feel then? I'd be relieved, relieved that I wouldn't have to face the nightmare of being a single teenage mother, relieved that I wouldn't be another statistic, relieved that I wouldn't have to tell my parents. But happy, would I be happy? Yes…no…maybe.

A little beeping noise emitted from the stick in my hand. I took in a deep breath. Oh my god. Oh my god. I couldn't look at the stick. I just couldn't. I ran my free hand through my hair. You've got to do it, I told myself, you've got to know. With a shaky hand I brought the test closer to me. The stick was shaking too much, I couldn't read it properly. I steadied the hand holding the stick with my other hand. I sucked in a deep breath as the word 'pregnant' flashed on the little screen.

My mother was going to kill me, my father was going to kill me…then kill the dad. Oh god, what was I doing. Sitting in a toilet cubicle, in the police station where my mother works, awaiting the results of a pregnancy test. What was going on in my life? I shook my head to try and stop the tears that were threatening to spill over. I couldn't cope with this. I had to get out of here.

I stood up from the toilet seat, thrust the stick into my pocket and ran from the toilet cubicle. I crashed through the door and into the corridor outside. I spotted my Mum down the corridor talking to Superintendent Jack Meadows, my godfather. Hollie Granger, my cousin, was at the other end of the corridor with a fellow PC. I ran down the corridor, tears streaming down my face. Hollie gasped as she saw me. Immediately she lunged to catch me as I tripped over my flailing feet. Around the corner came the father of my unborn child. His brow furrowed as he spotted me in tears. My Mum rushed down the corridor with Jack on her heels. A crowd of PCs, Sergeants, and CID staff were gathering around me. And I couldn't help what I did next. I made a god awful retching sound before throwing up. My head felt like it was filled with air, everything was distorted and wobbling. I lurched sideways, falling, passing out on the cold floor.

St. Hughes Hospital

"Urgh" I groaned, lifting my fingers to my head to rub my temples "oh god! My head is killing me"

Light bubbled and exploded in front of me as I opened my eyes. I blinked a few times until the lights faded and the hospital room came into focus. The walls were pale green and the floors a speckled grey. My Mum was sitting on one side of the bed, Jack sat beside her, and my Dad was sitting on the opposite side. Dad's mop of brown hair was looking limp and tired, as did his eyes. He smiled widely when he saw me awake. My Mum was still in her uniform, as was Jack.

"What's going on?" I whispered.

"You collapsed Case" my Mum sighed, holding my hand in hers like she had done when I was a kid, "in the station, you fell and hit your head, don't you remember?"

It all flooded back to me, all of it; the pregnancy test, the crying, the running, the puking up, and the collapse. I closed my eyes and let out one big huff of breath, wishing that all of this would just go away.

"I remember" I murmured, not looking her in the eye.

"Why didn't you tell me Casey? I thought that we were always honest with each other. I thought I could trust you to always tell the truth, no matter how big it is. You didn't tell me you were pregnant, Casey!" Mum pressed, the hurt and pain I'd caused her was swooping across her face.

"I'll be outside" Jack said before standing up, giving me a small smile, and leaving the room.

"I just found out myself" I croaked.

There was a lump in my throat, constricting my voice and making me want to cry and cry and cry. I wanted nothing more than for my Mum to wrap her arms around me and tell me that everything was going to be ok.

"The doctor says you're two months pregnant Casey Jones! You must have known by now, you mustn't have had your period! You must have known" Mum insisted.

"Calm down Jen" Dad said firmly.

"Be quiet Martin" Mum snapped "it's not like you've been here for her, you don't get a say!"

"I've been working Jen, just like you have" Dad barked, his hackles rose as Mum's eyes narrowed to slits.

"I'm not working in a different country, am I?"

"Will both of you stop arguing for once? Please just leave me alone, I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now!" I shouted at them.

They both looked taken aback by my outburst, but I'd had enough. This was beyond ridiculous. Their only daughter is pregnant and all they can think about is sniping at each other. Why was it always like this when they got together? I loved my parents, and I know they loved me too. My dad was an international lawyer for some big, flash company. Being an international lawyer he was abroad a lot, but when he was back in the UK we'd go to the cinema or we'd just stay in and catch up. I was close to my dad, always had been. Because my Mum was an Inspector at Sunhill she worked a lot, but that never stopped us, she was always taking me into the station with her so that she could show me the world of work, but really it was just a time for us to bond. My parents were great when they were apart but when they got together they were awful, they did anything they could to get one up on each other. And I always got caught in the middle.

"I'm sorry Casey, let us stay" my Mum almost pleaded.

"No…." I cut across her "please go…you can come back later. Just go calm down. I've just found out that I'm pregnant, that I'm going to have to support a baby! And I don't need you two arguing"

With a reluctant sigh they both stood up and left the room like naughty school children. They shut the door behind them with a resounding click. I wiped a few stray tears away and let out a shaky breath. I peeled back the covers. I was wearing one of those awful hospital gowns. I pressed my hands to my stomach, trying to feel for a heartbeat. I knew it was silly, I knew I couldn't feel my baby's heartbeat but I wanted to. My baby was in there, my baby.

"Are you in there?" I whispered to my belly "I guess I'm your Mummy now...whatever that means".

"Casey?" a voice asked from the door "Can I come in?"

Immediately my head snapped up to look at the doorway. Hollie was poking her head through the door. I hadn't even heard her open it. She smiled softly at me, her eyes full of sympathy and understanding. Hollie was the only one who knew how I was feeling. She was three years older than me at twenty-one and had a little boy of her own. Little Sammy was going on for five now, he was adorable. If Hollie had managed to look after her Sammy when she was just sixteen years old and she got her job as a police officer just as she had always wanted then I should be able to cope. But I'm not Hollie; I'll never be like Hollie.

I burst into tears as Hollie bustled through the door and threw herself down onto my bed. Hollie wrapped her arms around me and pulled me against her, rocking me gently just like she did with Sammy. I curled into her shoulder and cried.

"It's going to be ok Casey, I promise you, it's going to be ok" she murmured into my hair "I don't want to see you crying, Casey. No matter how big the problem you don't need to cry. And this…this isn't worth crying over Casey, yeah it's a kind of a crap situation but... you can deal with it. You're going to love that baby Casey, and everything's going to be ok"

"Thanks Hol" I sighed, wiping my eyes and smiling up at her.

"What are cousins for, eh?" she grinned, clambering off the bed and straightening out her uniform, "now, I need to get back to the station but I'll be seeing you later ok? Oh, your Mum told me to tell you that the doctors are discharging you, so she's taking you back to the station with her"

"Back to the station?" I asked with a grimace.

"Yep, there are some guys back there who want to make sure you're alright" Hollie quipped.

Hollie grinned at me and gave me a wave before rushing out of the door. I groaned, I didn't need the whole station knowing about this. I sighed and shook my head. As soon as she was out of the room my Mum and Dad chugged in with their heads lowered. Behind them was a female doctor.

"Hello Casey, I'm Doctor Castle, I just wanted to talk to you for a few minutes before you're discharged, if that is alright?" Doctor Castle smiled.

"Yeah, sure" I mumbled.

"So Casey, I don't think you have any serious injuries just a mild concussion, but if you have any worries please don't hesitate to let me know. Now, I've ran some blood tests and they show that you're ten weeks pregnant. Ok? Everything seems ok with that. So you're free to leave"

"Thank you Doctor Castle" I said.

"Good luck with the baby" she smiled before leaving the room.

Dad glanced at his watch and smiled wryly.

"I'm sorry Case but I need to get back to work, my boss will kill me. I'm due at the airport in an hour. I'll call you, ok?" Dad apologised.

"I understand Dad, see you later" I sighed.

He stood up and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Don't worry about the baby Case, we'll sort all of this out" he smiled before leaving the room, his briefcase strap digging into his shoulder.

"Are you ready to go Casey?" Mum asked.

"Sure" I replied softly.

Mum handed me my clothes and stood up, smoothing her hair and clothes.

"I'll be outside".

Relishing the little bit of time to myself; I took off the hospital gown and got dressed into the clothes Mum gave me. When I was finished I just sat down on the bed and closed my eyes, resting my hands gently on my stomach. Was I ready to go to Sunhill and see the people my Mum worked with, the people who were my friends, and let them ask me about the baby, and the father…and everything else they could think of.

"Casey? Are you coming?" Mum called.

"Coming" I called back.