Shaz wasn't one for being nervous, for being scared of telling someone something never really bothered her. Honesty was her best friend, always had been. But now she wished that her stupid good morals would just sink away and hide in a corner, so that she never had to be truthful again. At least, not for now. Not until she could fully work out what the hell she was going to do. She couldn't tell Chris about the baby as much as she really wanted to, because he would panic and run. But she couldn't keep it from him forever, he wasn't stupid enough to believe that she was simply getting fat. Plus, he might not want a fat wife. She might get unattractive and horrible. He might hate her. Oh God.

She couldn't help but feel like a balloon when she entered CID that morning. Sure, she wasn't pregnant enough yet to be like a football, but it just didn't feel the same. Now, there was something growing inside her. It felt... kind of odd.

DI Drake was sat at her desk, reading through that morning's reports and trying to make sense of them. Lucky her, being able to jump straight back into her job after being in a coma for so long. Shaz admired that woman greatly. It must've been tough for her. At least DCI Hunt didn't lose his job and was cleared of everything. That was good. What else wacky was going to happen? First ma'am was shot, then DCI Hunt nearly got convicted, now Shaz was preggers! This was complete madness.

"How can i help you, Shaz?" Alex asked in her cool voice as the scared WPC approached.

"Umm..." Shaz started, struggling for words. "...can i talk to you? Please?"

Before Alex could answer, Shaz felt two arms wrap around her waist and grip her tightly, squeezing her into a hug. She yelped, turned and slapped the hands away. Chris never looked so hurt. "What's up with you?" He asked, puppy dog eyes being over-played dramatically.

"Don't squeeze me so tightly!" She gasped back, before adding a weak 'babe' on the end for good measure.

"Alright." He frowned, looking at his shoes in the typical school boy manner. He turned away. Shaz felt so evil, but it had been complete knee-jerk reaction. She had to tell him, soon. Just... how?

A hand fell gently on Shaz's over-tensed shoulder, and she turned slowly to see the caring and concerned eyes of her DI pin-pointing at her upset, like warm and friendly lasers. "What is it, Shaz? There is something wrong with you. You needed to talk?"

Shaz nodded appreciatively. "In private."