Okay, so this is an idea I've been toying with since seeing a lot of stuff on tumblr about a Camsten baby. It's also a little time jump and let's you know how things are going with our two couples :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Stitchers or any of its affiliates.

Camille sat on the edge of her bed looking at the calendar she kept in the top drawer of her night stand. She counted the days for a third time.

"Crap," she muttered. She counted again. "Crap!"

She was ten days late at the moment. She was almost never late. Much less, more than a couple of days. She tossed herself backwards onto the bed and closed her eyes, trying to think of how this could have happened. She was always careful. Always. She was diligent about the pill. The only time I've missed one anywhere near recently was... Crap. During that whole deal with Fisher, she'd been so stressed that she hadn't kept track like she should have. That was almost two months ago. How was she just noticing this now? She tried to think. Even missing one day can be a window for something to happen. She and Fisher had been careful since then. After dinner, they'd only hooked up a couple of times. Okay, seven. But they'd always used protection! How could this be happening? A knock at the door pulled her from her inner ramblings.

"Come in," she said as she pulled herself back into a sitting position. Kirsten peeked her head into the room and Camille patted the bed beside her in a gesture to join her. "What's up?" The blonde sat in silence which prompted Camille to ask again what was going on. "Kirsten?"

"So, I wanted to talk to you about something..." she started.

"Shoot."

"It's about me and Cameron."

"Okay." Her mind was drifting but she was trying to pay attention.

"Well, we haven't exactly-" She was cut off.

"Hare you ever had a scare?" Camille interjected.

"A scare?" Kirsten's face scrunched up and she was confused. This wasn't where she had seen this conversation going five minutes ago.

"Ya know, a pregnancy scare..." Camille was avoiding eye contact at all costs. This was exactly something she had ever thought about. Much less, a conversation she thought she'd ever be having.

"Oh!" Kirsten exclaimed in surprise. This was something unexpected. "Um, no. Sorry."

"Really? Not even with you and Cameron? I'd kind of imagined you two were going at it like rabbits."

"Not exactly. That's actually what I came to talk to you about. We haven't gone that far yet." Now she was the one avoiding eye contact.

"Seriously?" Kirsten nodded in reply. "Oh, okay." Camille wasn't sure what to say. She understood taking it slow but it had been almost two months. One month was usually her personal max.

Kirsten took her friend's silence to change the subject. "Have you had a scare?" she asked softly.

"Kind of having one right now, to be honest."

"Have you taken a test?" Her still new emotions made her want to put her hand on Camille's shoulder but she was sure the gesture would be welcomed.

"No. But I'm more than a week late and I missed a couple of pills back during the heat wave and all that mess with Fisher and Linus."

"That was almost two months ago, why would you just now be late? Did you miss your last?"

"Yes and no. I mean, I had my monthly visitor but it was pretty spotty and only lasted a day or two."

"Okay. Then how about we go get a test and you can freak out after we get the results."

Camille nodded before responding. "Fine, okay. We can talk about your thing in the car." She jumped off her bed and made her way to the living room. Kirsten followed after her and closed the bedroom door. Camille grabbed the keys to the car they had gone halfsies on and tossed them to Kirsten. "You're driving." Kirsten raised an eyebrow. "You need the practice if you're going to ace your driving test next week. Come on, Blondie."

The two girls grabbed their phones and wallets, then went outside to the 2009 blue Prius that sat parked on the street. Kirsten went around to the driver's side and Camille made sure to strap in. She and Cameron had been giving her lessons for the last month or so and she was finally going to get her license in a few days. Hopefully. Camille let her take control but provided what she called a "loving commentary" throughout their trips. Camille didn't let it slide on how quiet Kirsten was being at the moment. They pulled into Walgreens and went inside.

"So, pregnancy tests. They're in the feminine aisle, right?" Kirsten asked.

"I think so." They grabbed a basket to stock up on a few snacks and odds and ends they needed for the house and headed in that direction. Pulling a box of poptarts from the shelf as they passed, Camille tried to bring up the subject Kirsten had come into her room to discuss. "So. You and Cameron. No sex yet?"

Kirsten stalled in grabbing some Oreos. "Um, yeah." She tossed them into the basket Camille was holding.

"Care to elaborate?" She picked up some graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate. Why she was stocking up on S'mores ingredients and junk food, she had no idea. They needed to get out of this aisle. Onto the healthy stuff! she thought.

"Well, I don't really know if there's a reason. We just... haven't." When Camille gave her a look that said she wasn't just going to take that as an answer, she continued. "I don't know, Camille. We've barely gotten passed making out. I think he's maybe taken his shirt off once but he always stops before I do." She paused. "Do you think he's not attracted to me?" she whispered.

Camille stopped in her tracks. "You can't be serious. Do you really not see how crazy he is about you? And how could you think that? You're insanely gorgeous! Tall, thin, blonde. Hell, you could be a friggin' model! If that is the case, which I highly doubt, then he needs to get his eyes checked. He is so in love with you, by the way. Everyone can see it."

Kirsten was feeling all kinds of things in that moment. She was embarrassed, for one. No one had ever said anything like that to her. She was also a little excited that the person she considered to be her best friend was saying them to her. But, she was thinking about what Camille had said about Cameron. Was he crazy about her? Yes, she knew that he'd had a crush on her for a while. He'd told her exactly that after he'd gotten out of the hospital. Some time between him coming home and that amazing kiss they'd shared during the heat wave. But did he love her? He hadn't said it but she was sure she was starting to feel that way about him. At least, that's what she thought it was. All of these emotions were still kind of new to her. "Then why?" They'd rounded the corner to the health food aisle and she tossed a box of granola bars into the basket. It looked out of place with all the sugary snacks. Were those S'mores ingredients?

"My guess? He's afraid to mess it up and he's taking things slow." Kirsten nodded. It made sense. "If you want things to go further, then tell him. Initiate. Buy some lingerie if you're feeling adventurous." She smirked and did a little shimmy. How had a short drug store run turned into this? "I think we've got enough snacks. Time for what we came for." She exited the aisle and walked to the one on the end. The one with all the pink boxes. The boxes that would tell her how her future was going to be. If she were pregnant, there was no way she would get an abortion. Half the girls she went to high school with had ended up knocked up either by the time they graduated or shortly after. And only a handful of them actually had the kid. She wasn't going to be like the others. The ones that slept around and "took care of it" just because they didn't know how to use birth control and never learned from their past. She'd left Bakersfield behind her. She wasn't going back. She didn't care what Fisher thought. He wasn't going to tell her what to do with her body. Not that she wasn't pro-choice. Each woman's body was their's to make their own decision. To do what felt right to them. That just wasn't what felt right for her. Not unless medically necessary.

"So, which one?" Kirsten asked after they found themselves standing in front of the massive selection. There were the many name brands, the generic brands, the store brands, and the dollar brands.

Without out responding, Camille picked one of each of the top three brands and threw them into the basket. "No way am I just taking one." Kirsten held back a laugh. This was a serious situation, after all. The two girls practically powerwalked to the register with Camille tossing in a bag of gummy bears from the guilt rack as they waited in line. "Wanna grab a coffee or something on the way back?" Camille asked.

"Sure," Kirsten agreed. She figured she could use the extra driving practice. They completed their purchase of snacks and tests, got back to the car, and were on their way to the nearest Starbucks.

When they finally got home, they carried in their haul, with Kirsten going to the kitchen and Camille to the bathroom. She'd gotten a sleeve of those disposable mouthwash cups and tore them open to use a few. She was going to take one of each and save the others for a rainy day since they came with two. A rainy day she hoped wouldn't come for a while. Taking a deep breath, she got down to business. When she was finished, she set the timer on her phone and went to join Kirsten in the living room. They sat in silence for the three minutes the tests would take to develop and she couldn't help but to think about how she got here, how it all started during that damn heat wave. That got her to thinking about her first real date with Fisher.

As she opened the door, Camille was met with Fisher in a suit. Not a work suit. A date night suit. He had a slight smirk on his face and was even holding a small bouquet of flowers. Less than half a dozen, but still, the gesture was sweet.

"Thanks, Fishie," she said as she took them. She didn't miss that he looked her up and down. "Give me a sec." He nodded and she turned to go to the kitchen and put the flowers in water.

Normally, he would have followed her. Tonight was different. He wasn't here as Fisher from work; he was here as a guest. When she came back, he admired the way the dress she was wearing seemed to fall in all the right places. It was some shade of purple, hit just above the knees, and tied around her neck. The heels she was wearing were doing her all kinds of favours to accentuate her long legs. She may not have been as tall as Kirsten but she was a little above average height and it was all in her legs.

"You like nice, Engleson," he commented when she arrived at the door. She'd picked up a small purse off the counter on her way back and slung it over her shoulder as she stepped outside.

"So do you, Fisher," she replied as she locked the door. It wasn't dark out yet but she wasn't sure if or when Kirsten was going to be home. She'd practically been living both there and at Cameron's the last couple of weeks. She followed Fisher to his car and let him open the door for her when he offered. "Thanks." She resisted calling him Fishie again. They made small talk on the way to restaurant. He surprised her when they pulled up to the new Italian place downtown.

When she looked at him in question, he simply replied, "I heard you talking to Kirsten about how much you wanted to try it." Score one for Fishie, she thought. He valeted the car and walked her inside.

They ordered a decent red wine and then set to deciding on their entrees. She settled on Chicken Parmesan and Fisher got the Alfredo. They talked about how weird it was for them to be doing this, how it might not work and end up ruining their work relationship and friendship, they even talked a little about the case they'd just wrapped that morning. By the time dessert rolled around, they'd gone through a bottle and a half of wine and Camille could feel the warmth in her cheeks.

"Dessert, Fishie? I'm thinkin' Tiramisu," Camille offered.

"Same," he agreed. No sooner than they decided, did their server come up to the table. Fisher ordered two pieces but Camille stopped him, saying she was too stuffed to eat a whole piece by herself. He changed it to one and it was understood they would share. When it arrived, the server had to hide a face as he handed them their forks and placed it on the table. He could tell this wasn't where the night was ending. The eyes they were making each other...

The two of them took a bite onto their forks simultaneously and each let out a slight moan. Not that either of them would admit it to the other. Before they knew it, Camille was scraping the last of it onto her fork. Fisher couldn't help but chuckle as she slid the last morsel of the dessert into her mouth.

"What?" she asked after she swallowed. She was resisting taking a drink of the wine in front of her, savouring the last of the sweetness.

"Nothing," he smirked. She countered with a smirk of her own. "What?" he asked this time.

She had her hand cupped over the top of her wine glass, still not taking a drink. "Wanna get out of here?"

"My place?" he offered, leaning slightly over the table. She paused to finally down the last of her wine.

"Definitely."

Before she knew it, her back was pressed against the hallway in Fisher's house, his hand sliding up her thigh and underneath her dress. He was kissing her neck and her breathing was a little shallower than she would have liked to admit to anyone that asked. He switched the other side of her neck and she moved her hands to unbutton his shirt. Giving up after the first one wouldn't cooperate, she resorted to tearing it open.

"I liked that shirt," he mumbled against her heated skin.

"I like it better off," she whispered back in the dark hallway as she pushed it down his shoulders. Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away from her body to sling the shirt to the ground. His hands were back to their previous positions within seconds. He changed position and pinned her hands above her head as he attacked her neck and chest with kisses. Some of them would leave a mark. "Fisher," she breathed. She was dying here!

He relented and picked her up. She slid her legs around his waist and moved her hands to his hair. God, she loved his hair. His lips found hers as he walked them to his room. It was good she'd changed dinner to six instead of eight. With how things were going, this was going to be a long night.

Camille was pulled from her memory as the timer on her phone went off. She jolted a little and Kirsten placed a hand on her knee to calm her. Tossing her a reassuring glance that meant she was in this with her no matter what, Kirsten stood first and pulled Camille's hand to make her stand. Not letting go of one another, the pair of them walked the short distance to the bathroom where the tests sat lined up around the sink.

"I can't look. You do it," Camille said in a rush as she turned to face the opposite wall of the hallway and closed her eyes. She was still holding Kirsten's hand. A quiet moment longer than she thought she could stand passed before Kirsten said anything. She assumed she was checking the backs of all the boxes to make sure she wasn't wrong.

"Negative. They're all negative."

"What?" Camille half-whispered. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until now.

"Only one line on this one, no plus sign on this one, and the last one clearly says 'Not Pregnant'." Kirsten wasn't sure what result Camille had been hoping for so she wasn't sure how to proceed.

"Let me see those." She dropped Kirsten's hand and grabbed the tests. After confirming what she'd just been told, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Holy crap," she said, more to herself than to anyone else. She wasn't sure what she'd wanted them to say but she was relieved she wasn't going to have any big life changes in the near future. At least she didn't have to tell Fisher. Or was she a bad person if she didn't? She was just happy to have an answer. "Then why am I so late?"

"That, I don't know. I'd say ask your doctor," Kirsten said. Camille had almost forgotten she was standing there.

"Yeah, good call. I'll, uh, make an appointment in the morning." She left the bathroom and went to the kitchen to grab a beer from the kitchen. No baby in the belly means beer in the tummy is okay. Kirsten tossed the used tests into the trash and followed after her, opting to make a cup of tea instead.

"You going to tell Fisher about all this?" she asked as she filled the kettle.

"I wasn't planning on it," Camille admitted around the lip of the bottle she was nursing.

"Camille."

"What?" she asked, shrugging in the process.

"You have to tell him."

"Says who?"

"You can't keep secrets like this from each other."

Taking a minute to think it over before saying anything, Camille responded, "You're right."

Before they could continue their conversation, there was a knock at the door. They both turned their heads in that direction and Kirsten got up to answer it.

"Fisher," she said as she opened it. She turned to see Camille was standing. "Come in." She moved back to let him inside.

"What are you doing here?" Camille asked as he walked towards her.

"I wanted to see if you might want to grab some lunch. Am I interrupting something?"

"I'll give you two some privacy," Kirsten said. The kettle had just begun to whistle and the couple heard it stop as Kirsten removed it from the eye. They continued their conversation as they heard her making tea in the kitchen in the background.

"No, not interrupting, just surprised me is all. Lunch sounds great. Let me grab my stuff?" He nodded and chanced a kiss as she passed by him. They two of them weren't big on PDA but they were willing to risk it with Kirsten in the next room. Even Cameron. Maggie and Linus were the two they had to be completely platonic around.

"I'm gonna use your bathroom while you get ready," Fisher said. He already had the door closed behind him before Kirsten thought to stop him.

"No!" the two girls exclaimed in unison.

When the door opened slowly and Fisher came out with one of the empty boxes in hand and his head down, they seemed to stop breathing at the same time.

"Uh, Camille?" he asked. He pulled his face away from the box and looked at the partners in crime with a confused look, wanting answers.

"Those are mine!" Kirsten jumped in.

"No, they're mine," Camille said as she stepped closer to her boyfriend. It still felt weird to call him that. Kirsten looked her as if to say What are you doing?. "No secrets, right?" she replied.

"Camille?" Fisher was still confused. "Is there something I need to know?"

"I was a little late and decided to take a test. Or two. They were all negative, nothing to worry about," she tried to console him as she slowly made her way to him.

"How late?" he asked. He and his ex-wife had had a conversation similar to this one quite a few times. Only, he was the one arguing for kids and she was against. She said it was too early.

"Ten days," she whispered, not breaking eye contact.

"Ten... That's almost two weeks, Camille! Why wouldn't you talk to me? Were you planning on telling me at all?" He searched her eyes for honesty.

"Yes. I just took them before you got here. I was going to tell you the next time I saw you. And as for not talking to you, a girl likes to be sure before she sends her man running for the hills."

Fisher took a breath. He knew that she had to have been scared. Especially with all the tests he'd seen in the bathroom. "I would never run for the hills."

So that's how he felt about kids. Good to know.

"Okay then."

"Next time, talk to me?" he pleaded as he took her into his arms. They'd forgotten Kirsten was in the room at this point.

"You got it," she said, nodding in agreement. He leaned in and kissed her. It was short and sweet but filled with emotions and the feelings they were beginning to develop for one another. Genuine feelings that were more than just physical.

Okay. So. What did you think of the first chapter? I already have an idea for the next chapter. Camsten, anyone? And possibly for more after that! Let me know what you think!
MJ