Arriving back at the club Kristen saw Zain waiting for her. She smiled at him, taking his face in her hands to kiss it passionatley. A few minutes later she settled down in the chair opposite him, brushing down her white skirt as she did. He needs to know she told herself over and over again.

"What were you saying before?" he asked curiously.

"Zain i'm pregnant," she blurted it out her eyes never leaving his wanting to see his first emotion.

But his first emotion was obvious. Shock.

"Woah," he said standing up and putting his head to his hands, he paced a bit then turned back to her still in shock, "Your sure?"

Kristen nodded wrapping her hands around a mug of coffee she had just poured.

"This can't be right," Zain shook his head, "If anyone finds out i'll..."

"Lose you job i know," Kristen interuptted.

"I need to think," he said making an exit,

"Zain!" she grabbed at his sleeve pulling him back onto the chair, "we need to talk,"

The pair sat in silence for what seemed to Kristen to be hours. Really it was minutes. They both stared into their coffees. Kristen was close to tears again. Zain was thinking hard. Phil would go mental if he ever heard, and what would the DI say? It would be the end of the undercover work for sure. They'd always been careful, he knew that, exept for perhaps once...or twice. Kristen looked up searching his face,

"I'm scared," she whispered. Almost the first time in her life she'd ever admitted it. Zain took a second to register it but he reached across the table to take her hand. He kissed it gentley, feeling her soft skin against his lips.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.