AN: This was the first CI based fic that i wrote. It's a couple of years old and shyness prevented me from posting it here. Please forgive all errors...procedural, grammatical and any Britishisms that may creep in. The recognisable CI characters of Robert Goren, Alex Eames, James Deakins are not mine, they belong to Dick Wolf et al. The characters of Jennifer Copeland, John Penny etc are my own creations. Please read and rate.

Chapter One: Bombshell.

"Detective Goren, may I have a word please?" She watched him as he lifted his head from his report and fixed dark brown eyes on her face. A brief frown came and went.

"Uh…sure" he glanced across his desk at his partner who lifted her head, gave them both a fleeting glance and returned her attention back to her own workload.

She followed him into the empty conference room and watched as he closed the door. He turned and regarded her. Her face was pale, the way she kept looking at him and then away again screamed at him that she was nervous about something.

"Jenn?" his voice was softly enquiring. He watched her take a deep breath and then glance out of the window. He turned his head and followed her look.

"No-one's watching us," he told her as he looked back at her. He watched as she took something out of her jacket pocket. He looked down at it as she handed it to him. Alarm bells sounded inside his head and he looked at her with wide eyes.

"Are you…" she just nodded.

"Yeah" she confirmed and watched him as he looked back down at the pregnancy test stick still in his hand. She watched him slowly scratch his head.

"Have you been to see a doctor?"

"Not yet. I just did the test this morning before work" she replied. He turned his back on her and she watched him walk towards the window. He stood there for a moment but she doubt that he was actually looking at anything.

"How long have you suspected?"

"About a week. I was checking through my diary and I realised I was…late" he spun around again.

"A week? You didn't think to tell me before now?" she looked away and then folded her arms.

"I wasn't sure, that's why I got the test. I didn't want to say anything to you if it turned out to be negative. What are you thinking?" he slowly shook his head.

"I don't know…" she walked towards him but refrained from physically touching him.

"I know we didn't discuss kids…" he silenced her with a look.

"I need to think about this…" he told her. He handed back the stick and turned. She watched him walk out. She stared after him for a moment and felt the nausea begin to churn in the pit of her stomach. She took a deep breath and wondered whether she would make it to the bathroom in time.

"Everything okay?" Bobby's head shot up at his partner's voice. He sat back down at his desk and tried valiantly to sort through the maelstrom going on inside his normally calm, analytical brain.

"Uh…sure…" he replied and stared at his binder.

"You sure? What did Copeland want?" Again the startled look which he quickly masked.

"She just wanted to run a scenario past me that's all" he saw her frown, as he knew that she would.

"And that means going into the conference room?" he shrugged.

"We all have our…quirks I guess" he responded.

Bobby was still working at his desk come quitting time. Jennifer powered down her laptop and stood up and stretched and then shrugged on her jacket. She checked her desk and retrieved her purse, said goodnight to her partner and left the squad room.

Once she was in her apartment she slowly undressed and showered. She changed into sweats and left her wet hair drying around her shoulders. Her stomach still felt a little on the sensitive side and she opted to make herself some tea instead.

She heard the key in the lock an hour later. She glanced at the clock. Her news had obviously distracted him enough for him to leave Major Case this side of midnight. She watched him come inside but she didn't move from where she sat in her armchair. Instead she closed the book that she'd been trying to read and left it on the arm and watched him walk towards her.

"I need to know what you're going to do" he began without preamble and she stared at him briefly in surprise.

"What I'm going to do?" she breathed. He had to grace to look uncomfortable. She got to her feet and faced him.

"Are you telling me that you don't want this baby Bobby? Do you want me to get rid of it?" she watched his expression change, his mouth open to argue the point no doubt and then shut again.

"I don't have a right to tell you what to do Jenn, I just need to know what you want to do. Whatever you want to do…I'll…I'll support you" she folded her arms.

"Uh-huh. So if I told you that I wanted to have this baby, then you'd support my decision?" he looked at her, his eyes were wary as they slid down to her still flat stomach and back up to her face.

"Yes" he said eventually.

"Wow Bobby, you really had to think hard about that one didn't you?" she drawled.

"So are you? Are you going ahead with the pregnancy?" he asked her. It was her turn to look down at her belly.

"I'd like to. Would that be a problem?" he walked towards her.

"Of course not. It's going to take time to get used to… and then there are the ramifications at work…you're going to need to take time off…and no doubt we'll have to tell our colleagues…" his throat dried up at the prospect of telling Eames. He swallowed against it. She put a hand on his chest.

"Hush Bobby…one thing at a time, let's just get used to the idea first" she told him gently. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him. He looked at her with slightly troubled, slumberous brown eyes.

tbc...