Disclaimer: OK, I'm only doing this once for this story. Anything you recognise belongs to CBS. The Davis mentioned below is Stanton Gerard's replacement (I made him up).

a/n: This is the rewrite of You Sure? Didn't like how it was going so I scrapped it. This has the same theme but will be different. I think I'm focusing more on the writing now, so it should hopefully read better.

Jess felt a pang of worry as she stared at herself in her bedroom mirror. The inevitable had happened; she was starting to show. Tossing the fitted sweater on to her unmade bed, she reached for the green jacket hanging in her wardrobe. As she pulled it on, she couldn't stop the sigh of relief escaping her. Her slightly increased size was much less noticeable in the thick, loose material.

"I'm gonna tell him today," she promised herself for what felt like the umpteenth time.

Jess didn't fully understand why it was so hard for her to tell him. She and Don got along really well, she could trust him with anything, but why not this? She supposed it was partly because everything was just so simple between them. Romantic, passionate but still simple. Even their first kiss. It was sudden and fantastic but they simply parted afterwards, with nothing to say except "Thanks". Yet, it was that simple kiss which led to one thing, which led to another, which in turn led to her current situation.

Jess was yanked back to her senses by her phone ringing. She picked it up off her bedside table. Don Flack flashed across the screen. She smiled slightly before answering:

"Hi Don"

"Hey Babe, how ya feeling?"

Jess frowned. "Fine, why?"

"What? Hang on a second."

Angell heard the noticeable reduction in noise as Flack moved from one room to another.

"Sorry 'bout that. Davis said you requested the morning off, that you were sick. You fakin' or something?"

"Oh, no I was sick, but I'm fine now, really."

"Oh OK. You need me to cover for you 'till later? He was asking if I had heard from you."

"I thought I wasn't due in until 1:30..." she trailed off, glancing at her watch. Last time she checked it read 12:45, the hands hadn't moved. "Shit," she muttered, hurrying to the kitchen clock. It was almost 2PM.

"Jess?"

"Stupid, crappy watch stopped," she grumbled, pulling her shoes on with her free hand.

Don couldn't help smiling, she got frustrated so easily. "Alright, well if anyone asks I'll put in a good word.

"Thanks Don, I'll see you at the Precinct."