January 25th, 2010

She squirms, in her sleep. She tries to move away from him, in her sleep. Just an inch, or two. Far enough, to keep him from getting to close. His arm rests around her stomach. He breathes in, and out. She had been asleep for an hour. He just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Tonight, his thoughts were keeping him wide awake.

He knew her pretty well. He knew her body well enough. This wasn't the first time that they had been in bed together. The last time, they had much less between them, than heavy pajamas, and blankets. His fingers rest on her pajama top. She had been in Somalia, for months. She had lost a lot of weight. When she came back, she was mostly skin, and bones.

This just didn't fit. He had felt her stomach before. Rock solid, abs of steel. That was what he had expected. Her stomach was firm. But, now, it was different. It was round. As if she was... he trails off, trying not to let his mind go there. His mind races, and he does the math anyway. It had been months since she had come back. He knew by the way she acted that she wasn't going to let another man near her, any time soon. Maybe she had brought back more than scars, from Somalia. His heart sinks. The word hits him like a ton of bricks. Pregnant. Maybe she wasn't. Maybe his imagination was running wild. Maybe she didn't know. If she did... he closes his eyes, and tries to think about something, anything else.

January 26th, 2010

He looks at the clock, on the stand next to the bed. 0430. He closes his eyes, and rolls over. He notices the empty spot next to him. It was still warm. He listens closely. He hears the noises coming from the bathroom. Followed by a flush, and the sound of the faucet. He rolls over, and pretends not to be awake, as she crawls back into bed. If she didn't want to share her secret, that was fine with him. And if she did, he'd take it to his grave.

February 2, 2010

He tries not to look, as they shower, in the decontamination showers. His eyes couldn't help but wonder. She was right next to him. She and McGee, were too busy to scrubbing, to notice anything else. She standing right next to him, butt-naked. He could see everything. And what he saw, confirmed his suspicions. It was obvious. At least to him. Maybe not to anyone else. He redirects his attention to his shower.

She looks at him in utter disbelief. She shakes her head.

"Then why did you play dumb? Why did you act like you thought that..."

"I thought that maybe you had. I didn't know. You never told me. I just assumed that maybe..."

"You knew? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't think that you wanted me to. I figured that if you wanted me to know anything, that you would tell me."

"Do you think that other people knew?"

"No. I don't."

"But you knew?"

"Yes."

"Why did you act so shocked?"

"I honestly was. I just assumed that you had had an abortion."

"Even though I was showing?"

"I didn't know. I thought that maybe you took your time making up your decision. How would I know? You never told me."

"I guess that I should have."

"When you never did, I just assumed it meant that there was no baby."

"Really?"

He shakes his head, "No there were still days, when I questioned whether you were pregnant or not."

"And?"

"I decided that I was being delusional."

"But you weren't. Why did you think that I took time off?"

"It was a traumatic year. I figured that you just needed some time to yourself."

"I see."

"And the other part of my brain said that you took the time off, to have a baby."

"So you have multiple personalities?"

"I just have a rational side, and an irrational side."

"And when I didn't say anything about it?"

"I thought there was nothing to tell. I figured that if there was ever a baby, other than in my imagination, that there wasn't one in your life."

"But there was."

"And you should have told me."

"And what would you have done?"

"Told you that you were completely out of your mind."

"That would not have helped."

"And after I told you that you were completely crazy, I would have helped you."