Don woke up when a nurse came in the room. "Morning," she whispered. She walked over and checked Jess's blood pressure and made some notes and left.

Don looked at the clock on the wall it read 7:08 a.m. He couldn't believe he actually got some sleep. He stood up and walked to the door, he wanted to call Mac.

Jess woke up and Don was gone. She needed to go to the restroom. She sat up and moved her legs to the side of the bed. She was very careful; she didn't want to become dizzy.

Don walked back in the room and saw Jess sitting up on the side of the bed. "Jess, what do you think you are doing?"

"I have to go to the bathroom." She said as she stood up and felt the room spinning. She started to fall, but Don got to her before she did, she leaned to him and he helped her sit down.

"Jess, let's take it slow. I will help you to the bathroom." Don said.

"I need to do this by myself," she said.

"Stop being so stubborn, you can not handle everything by yourself." Don snapped at her.

Jess looked at him he was angry. "I'm sorry, Don." Jess told him.

"Come on, let's go slowly." Don said.

Once he had Jess settled back in bed, he sat down on the bed and looked at her. Now was the time to have a certain talk. Before he could say anything Mac walked in.

"Jess, how are you feeling?" Mac asked.

"Better," she said and smiled.

"Ok, Jess, we need to talk about yesterday." Don said.

"I don't know who shot at me; I remember getting out of the car." Jess said.

Don and Mac looked at her. "Jess, I need to know about the calls." Mac said.

"Calls?" Jess said. How did he know about the calls? Stella told him.

"Yes, the calls that you have been keeping from me." Don snapped at her.

Jess took a breath. "Because it is nothing, just hang ups, I traced them, it was a disposable phone."

"Nothing, Jess, it could be someone you arrested in the past." Don said. He stood up he needed to put some distance between them. He stood near the window.

"We are checking into your case files old and new." Mac said.

"Mac thanks but I am sure it has nothing to do with me being shot. How do you know that Henry's wasn't the target," she said.

Don walked to the bed and leaned over her and looked her in the eyes. "Because, Henry's was hit by a stray bullet and you were hit four times, twice in the shoulder and two pulled out of your vest. You are the target, and because Adam traced your phone and found out that the number calling you was outside the station when you were shot."

Jess saw the anger in his blue eyes. She knew it was directed towards her. He was pissed about the calls, fear swept through her. How would he react to the news of the baby?

"Are you sure?" Jess asked.

"Yes, I am." Don said. "You are going to tell me everything; starting at the beginning, and you better not leave anything out."

Jess told Mac and Don everything she knew which was not much. The doctor came in to look at Jess. Mac and Don stepped out of the room.

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Don walked back in. Jess was looking out the window. "Jess," Don said.

She turned to him. She knew this was going to be ugly. He had every right to be pissed.

"Don…," Jess started but Don stopped her.

"Stop, first things first, you are going to tell me why you are keeping things from me." Don said.

"Don, I didn't think it was anything, just a few hang-ups." Jess said.

"I am not talking about the phone calls, I am talking about this." Don said and dropped the sonogram picture in her lap.

Jess stared at the picture. He knew, who told him, nobody knew, the doctor. She looked at him and saw anger, hurt, in his eyes.

"When were you planning on telling me? Do you know what the hell I have been through; I watched the woman I love almost die, or that I would have never known that you were carrying my child." Don yelled.

Jess couldn't look at him. He was right she should have told him the other night.

"How are we supposed to spend our life together; how am I supposed to trust you?" Don said.

"Is it my baby," Don said. He regretted the words the minute they came out.

Jess looked up at him, how could he ask her something like that. He knew that the baby was his. Before she could answer Mac walked back in.

"Don, we got a lead, the bullet was matched to a George Larkin, does that name mean anything to you, Jess." Mac asked.

She shook her head no.

Don grabbed his coat and walked out of the room, Mac looked at the back of Don and then to Jess. He knew something was wrong; Don didn't even acknowledge Jess.

Jess rolled to her side and started to cry. She felt like her world was falling apart. She paged the nurse.

The nurse came in the room. "When can I leave here?" Jess asked.

"Probably tomorrow; the doctor will be here to talk to you about it." She said.

"I want to leave as soon as possible." Jess said.