Last night's episode was brilliant and so exciting. A lot of people on Tumblr are predicting and wanting Connie to get pregnant after sleeping with the Romanian doctor last night so I decided that now was an appropriate time to start a fanfic that I've wanted to start for a while. I've never written Connie before so it's a bit out-of-character but hopefully it's okay.

Chapter 1

*back in Holby, 6 weeks after Romania*

Connie woke to the sun streaming through her curtains much earlier than she would have hoped. She sat up and looked at her phone just as the alarm went off. She switched off the alarm before getting out of bed and sighing deeply.

It was a Monday and she had a meeting that she had to attend at work that day, although she had a day off the following day. Connie looked forward to the day at home tomorrow, even though she knew it would be spent doing paperwork in her home office.

Stepping into the bathroom Connie turned on her shower before turning on the radio, this made her feel a lot less alone than she knew she really was. Connie undressed herself and stepped into the warm embrace of the running water. The clinical lead covered her slim frame in strawberry scented shower gel as she usually did but today she noticed that she had put on some weight, although not a lot. Shrugging off the slight weight gain Connie shampooed her hair before stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a warm, fluffy towel that had spent the night on the radiator.

After drying her body Connie walked through to her spacious bedroom and once again sighed as she stared at the blank walls and the boring look of her bedroom that she had always hated but never changed.

The brunette chose a loose white shirt and black trousers to wear to work that day before noting the time on the clock, she had to leave the house in half an hour. She stepped towards her bedroom door before she felt the overwhelming urge to be sick as she ran towards the ensuite bathroom.

Just over 5 minutes later the clinical lead headed downstairs to make some breakfast, hoping that she'd be able to keep it down. She sat at the kitchen table and sighed whilst trying to get through the half-bowl of cereal sat in front of her. Deciding that she could eat at work when she got chance to have a break she slipped on her heels, checked that everything was in her bag and put her coat on before leaving the house and locking the door.

When Connie arrived she headed to her office as she usually did, still feeling a bit sick but she was sure that it would pass. She dropped her bag by the side of her desk before taking out a bottle of water and sitting down on her chair hoping that the day would go by quickly and without too much drama.

Switching on the computer Connie noticed that she had left herself a post-it note reminding her to go to the meeting with the board later that day. The woman glanced at the clock, realising that she still had an hour to go before the meeting. For the first time in a couple of weeks Connie had nothing to do but wait so she checker her e-mails to find some unimportant ones that could be taken care of later and an e-mail from Grace.

Grace had been very happy in her new school in America as she had made a lot of new friends, something which she had struggled with in the boarding school that her mother had sent her to. The e-mail asked if she was going to be able to visit her mum during the summer holidays as she missed her mother, despite the fact that the pair had never gotten along before Grace had moved. Connie smiled as she knew that her daughter loved her deeply but that their relationship couldn't survive in Holby. Picking up the nearest pen and a post-it note, Connie's favourite office stationary item, she made a note to herself to discuss the holidays with Sam over the phone so that she could arrange time off work for herself.

Sighing once again, the clinical lead left her office to see if there were any patients that she could treat in the next 50 minutes. Her heels echoed through the department but there was barely anyone around to hear them because there weren't many patients that required treatment and the ones that did were being seen to by nurses or one of the junior doctors. Resus was occupied by only one conscious patient who was waiting to be transferred to a different ward.

Before long Connie felt the urge to throw up again and managed to make it to the closest toilet there was just in time, despite the fact it was the men's toilets. After throwing up for a while she exited the small cubicle to be faced with Cal who looked puzzled but decided that asking questions would probably land him in trouble so he left her to clean her mouth and swiftly leave without exchanging conversation.

Eventually Connie had managed to pass the time in her office by reading a few online articles about a new innovative heart operation in the United States and she finally left the office to go to the meeting with the board and the new CEO Henrik Hanssen.

Arriving on time Connie sat around a table with the hospital board to discuss the Emergency Department. Connie did not feel nervous as the department was in good shape and the staff were mostly on time to work. Connie felt proud of the department and of herself as well as the doctors and nurses who saved the lives of many people every day, despite the fact that their jobs were demanding and very difficult most days.

The clinical lead was displeased that she had to do a lot of talking throughout the meeting as she still felt sick and was drinking a lot of water in an attempt to make herself feel a little better. The meeting seemed to go on for a long time, despite the fact that there had been no major problems in the Emergency Department in recent weeks, especially as she had kept her head down since being arrested after Alfred's death.

At the end of the meeting Connie stopped to talk to a member of the board about the upcoming inspection of the ED. After managing to escape the conversation Connie walked quickly to the toilet in order to empty her bladder after all the water she'd been drinking as well as to throw up.

Back in her office Connie noticed the time, it was only 11 o' clock and she was still without any work to do. It would be 6am in New York so she knew that she couldn't call Sam for a few hours at least. Connie checked her e-mails once again, replying to some of the more important ones and deleting a couple of spam messages that had found their way into her inbox.

Connie was interrupted by Tess knocking on the office door. "Come in." She looked up to smile half-heartedly at the nurse.

"Major RTC incoming, 5 cars involved, ETA 10 minutes." Tess informed the clinical lead who nodded.

"How many major and minor injuries?" The slightly younger woman enquired.

"3 confirmed major injuries but the rest are unknown." Tess smiled before leaving the room, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Connie was relieved that there was finally some work to do but she knew that 5 cars was a very serious accident that would require a lot of hard work. The clinical lead, who took her job too seriously, forgot that she hadn't had breakfast that morning and now she'd probably be missing lunch.

As the patients came flooding in, one after another, Connie took care of a 5 year old boy with a large laceration on his forehead and possible broken bones. "My name is…Connie." The woman hesitated as she wanted to make the young child feel as comfortable as possible.

The boy looked frightened but he nodded at Connie as he was wheeled through to resus.

Connie smiled and asked for necessary tests to be run on the small boy as she took a look at the head wound. "What's your name?"

"Harold. Some people call me Harry." The boy murmured almost too quiet for Connie to hear him but she knew that he was afraid.

"Okay. I'm just going to look at your head wound then get you a scan of your brain." She smiled before gathering the equipment needed.

A few hours later the young boy was moved up to a different ward and Connie was hunched over the toilet again.

Connie was beginning to wonder why she felt so sick recently as she hadn't eaten anything in the past 48 hours that could have caused food poisoning. Connie considered a virus but it was unlikely as it was the start of the summer season and she hadn't been around anyone with a virus recently.

Could it…no. Am I…pregnant? Connie though to herself as she stood up and walked towards the sink to clean her mouth. She knew that she and Alex hadn't used any protection because she hadn't even been in Romania for 24 hours and she never counted on hooking up with Louis' doctor. She was desperately trying to convince herself that it was just one time, but she knew that one time was all that was needed.

Connie walked towards her office once she had composed herself then decided that she could try to ring Sam to try to take her mind off the possible life forming inside of her.

"Hello?" Sam picked up on the first ring, his voice sounded relaxed.

"Hi Sam. I'm calling to arrange plans for the summer holidays." Connie felt nervous, although she sometimes talked to Sam about Grace and how she was coping with her new life.

"Right, what's brought this on?" He sounded puzzled.

"Grace said she wanted to visit me during her school holidays. Did she not ask you first?" Connie tried to keep her voice stable and professional, despite the fact she didn't need to with Sam.

"No, she didn't. I'll e-mail you the time-table as we have some plans. Get back to me when you can. Okay?" Sam still sounded relaxed but as if he was desperate to put the phone down or to do anything other than talk to Connie.

"Oh, she mentioned it in an e-mail to me. I was under the impression that she'd asked you. I'll speak to you soon." Connie hung up as she felt that Sam was just another added stress on her life.

It was the end of Connie's shift so she picked up her bag and slipped it over her shoulder as she grabbed her coat and walked out of the ED towards her car. Relieved after a long, stressful day with a lot of major injuries from the RTC, 3 of who did not make it. The clinical lead wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep but she decided to buy a pregnancy test from the shop at the end of her road.

When Connie got inside the house she slipped off her heels and hung her coat on one of the hooks by the front door. Connie took her phone and pregnancy test out of her bag and put them on the table, she would deal with the test after having something to eat.

Connie sat on the toilet upstairs with the stick in her hand, she knew it could be wrong but she had bought the most trusted brand she could get.

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I will try to update my Sam story this week as well but this new school is giving me a lot of work to catch up on.