James Watson was not one who enjoyed uncertainty. It was one of the reasons he was a forensic scientist, and not a physician like Helen. Helen - the time of her confinement had come and gone, but she insisted on remaining an active part of the Sanctuary until her child was born. Which should be any day now, he mused.

He walked by the entrance to her study for the third time that day, looking in to see if she was all right.

"May I help you, James?" Helen asked from where she stood behind him.

He turned in surprise. "Actually, Helen, yes...I was hoping that you could review for me the file you have on Nessiteras rhombopteryx."

"The Loch Ness monster?" She asked with an amused chuckle. She shook her head as she entered her office. "The Loch Ness monster is a myth that has been perpetuated to the present day in an interest to generate tourism to stimulate the economy in Scotland."

"Perhaps." He said with a shrug. "But I was hoping to see for myself."

She raised an eyebrow as she turned back to look at him. "Really?"

He nodded. "I've been meaning to visit Scotland for a number of years now, and I've decided that I might as well make it a business affair."

She laughed. "Oh, and make me pay for it."

He grinned. "What are friends for?"

She grimaced, placing a hand on her stomach as she turned back around to search for the file.

"Helen?" He asked, hypersensitive to her discomforts because of the advanced stages of her pregnancy.

"I'm fine." She said, taking a deep breath.

"Maybe you should sit down."

"James, I am fine." She assured, looking back at him before she turned back to the filing cabinet. She searched for the file for a few moments before she offered it to him. "There is a photocopier in the next room if you would like to make a photocopy."

"That might be helpful." He admitted. "But I've never used a photocopier."

She chuckled as she reached for it again, prepared to make a photocopy for him. "You sound more and more like an old man."

He chuckled. "I am one-hundred and forty years old, Helen. It would be appropriate for me to seem a bit old-fashioned."

She smiled as she took him into the next room and quickly photocopied the file before she turned back to him. "What were you really doing at my study?" She asked, turning a knowing eye to him.

"I cannot tell a lie, Helen of Troy."

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the nickname she'd finally shaken when Nigel Griffin had died. Still, she blushed at the thought of being compared with the most beautiful woman in Greek mythology.

James smiled as he realized how flattered she'd been at his comparison before he sobered. "I was actually looking for information on the Basilisk."

"Which has been extinct since before even we were born..."

"So were vampires." He said with a wicked gleam in his eye. "And look what we did with their blood."

"There is no forensic evidence that the basilisk survived into even the seventeenth century."

"Yet, everyone who looks upon it dies instantly. Who is to say that there are not basilisks in this century?"

She shook her head with a chuckle as she saw behind the ploy. "James, I know you're concerned for me, and I am fine."

"I know." He said, seriously.

"And even though you were the actor of the Five, you're not so talented that I cannot tell how nervous you are at the thought of my upcoming delivery."

He shrugged helplessly.

"I have made arrangements for my manservant to escort me to the hospital when the time comes."

"And your papers?"

"The local government and I have come to a certain arrangement." She said, seriously.

"Which is..."

"I handle all things abnormal, and they periodically send me a new birth certificate, driver's license, and all the appropriate documents."

"And I thought I had to be a hermit in my old age." James chuckled.

Helen chuckled as she touched his arm affectionately. "It is good to have you here, though."

"I would never leave you when you needed me, Helen." He said, seriously. "You know that."

She nodded. "Yes, James, I do. Thank you."