It had been four long months since Kate Beckett had started dating Richard Rodgers, the class clown. All of her friends disapproved of his playboy facade, naturally, but she didn't care. Despite his complete lack of tact, he nearly achieved perfection in her book. Which, by the way, was practically impossible. His natural charm and quick wit made all of "those girls" throw themselves at him, but he always managed to keep his distance. And she liked how things were going.

They met in Psych 101, after he rushed in just as the bell rang on the first day of the semester. The only seat left was right next to hers (which was coincidentally, right smack dab in the middle of the front row). Mr. Hinkley, their teacher, was a horribly wrinkly old man who should have retired years ago, and hated change. So, there they had to sit the rest of the semester. And he hated Rick. But so did every other teacher, for that matter.

So, as one can imagine, one is not late for Mr. Hinkley's class. Ever. Which is why, on one chilly Tuesday afternoon, right after lunch, Kate hustled rapidly to Psych, even though she did not feel well, and running was only making matters worse. Nevertheless, she arrived seconds before the bell rang and hurriedly sat next to Rick.

"Hey," he whispered, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I think so. I just feel super sick to my stomach."

"Maybe you should call your mom and go home-"

"Mr. Rogers. Is there something you would like to share with the rest of us?" old man Hinkley spat.

"Not at this time," Rick replied, "but you be sure and ask me again tomorrow." And with that he threw a saucy little wink to Kate, which made her giggle.

"That's 30 minutes of detention for you again, Richard. And Ms. Beckett? You will be joining him."

Later that day, in detention, Kate started to freak out. First of all, she had never been in detention before, and felt extremely out of place. Her stomach just wouldn't feel better (she had thrown up three times already, but stayed to serve detention), and she just realized that she skipped a period.

Now in hyper panic mode, she started thinking back to the last time she and Rick had sex. It must have been three weeks ago, and she was supposed to have her period last week. We used a condom, she thought, so it must be stress. She hadn't exactly been getting along with her parents the past couple months. Still, I should talk to Rick. But what if he freaks out and dumps me? No, he wouldn't be that guy. But how much did she really know him? Could they actually do this if she was pregnant? Her mind started spinning out of control.

She turned to face Rick. "Hey babe, I need to talk to you."

"Ok, well we're almost done with detention anyway. Do you want to hang out after school?" he answered.

"Sure."

They waited for a few more minutes until their time was up, then started to make their way to the street so they could get a cab.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Rick asked her.

"Well, I-I" She took a pause, gathered her courage, and got it over with, "I think I might be pregnant."

Rick almost tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, he was so taken aback. "W-what?"

"I mean, I've been throwing up a lot the past couple days, and my back is sore, and I missed my period last week. I thought it might've been stress because of my parents, but now I'm not so sure." she replied.

"My mom will probably be more understanding then your parents at this point. Let's pick you up a test and go to my house. I want to know for sure before we flip out."

After they picked up a test at the drugstore across the street from the apartment building where Rick lived, then ran up to his place. They agreed not to put off knowing any longer, so Kate went straight to the bathroom. But on her way there, she ran into Martha, Rick's mom.

"Hey, kiddo! How's everything going?" Martha had always liked Kate compared to the other bimbos that Rick usually dated.

"It's going pretty well. I-" Before she could finish her sentence, she had to run past Martha to the bathroom to puke, Again. Martha seemed to be in shock, and frankly felt bad for her, so she followed suit. What Kate didn't realize while she was puking, is the contents of her purse had spilled onto the floor in all the commotion, including the pregnancy test. Martha's eyes were drawn directly to it, and Rick and Kate were caught.

"Oh my goodness. You think your pregnant?" Martha asked Kate.

"I mean, I'm late and I'm sick, so I just wanted to be sure. I figured it was better to take it over here than at my house. If my parents found this, they would kill me." Kate answered.

"I'm not saying it's a good thing, but if it's positive, there's nothing we can do about it at this point. Just take the test, and we can all act accordingly based on what it says."

Kate agreed, and Martha gave her her privacy. It took no time at all to "pee on a stick", and before long, she knew the answer to the question on everyone's minds. She opened the door and saw two Rogers waiting expectantly for her answer.

"It's positive," she told them.