"So, Rachel," Allison started as they waited in the waiting room. "What brings you to the clinic today?"

"Helping out a friend," Rachel replied as if it was obvious.

"That's not the only reason!" Allison said knowingly. "You said you had to come here today too."

Rachel shifted uncomfortablely, a hand drifting to her lower stomach.

"I think I'm pregnant," She admitted quietly.

Allison stared at her, wide eyed.

"Is it Danny's?" She asked. Simply based of Rachel's reaction, casting her eyes down in what seemed like shame, Allison knew the answer. "Oh my god, Rachel. Congratulations, but holy shit!"

"I wouldn't congratulate me yet," Rachel's voice was still quiet. "You're the only one that knows and I can't imagine anyone else will be pleased..."

"Well Stan won't be, that's for sure." Allison agreed. "But Danny will. Just look at how he is with Grace."

"I know," Rachel nodded. "But what will I do about Stan? He's my husband..."

"Well a good friend told me not too long ago that when it comes to love you have just throw yourself into it and hope for the best," Allison quoted something Rachel had told her. "It seems like you're gonna have to do the same thing. And I think this is a good thing. Danny will be ecstatic and you two will end up with your happily ever after."

Rachel stared at her, obviously not so convinced.

"I think the drugs are clouding your brain a little, Allison." She decided a few minutes later.

"Yeah, they probably are." Allison admitted with a smile. "But I still don't think you have to worry about anything."

Rachel wasn't convinced, but Allison's name was called before she could argue.

Allison came out of her doctor's appointment with good and bad news. Her concussion was healing perfectly well and her ribs seemed to be on track as well. However now that most of the swelling from her stomach bruises had gone down, it was obvious that something else was wrong due to the slight swelling that remained on her left side. After closer inspection, the doctor had decided that when her bottom two ribs broke, her spleen must've been lacerated. Since it hadn't caused her any severe problems, the doctor assured her they probably wouldn't need to do surgery, she simply had to come back in three days to make sure it wasn't worse than it seemed. She was also given a prescription for antibiotics due to the high risk of infection.

Slightly disappointed by the new setback, Allison slumped in a chair a frown on her face as she waited for Rachel.

"What's wrong?" She heard a familiar voice with a British accent ask a few moments later.

"Oh, I didn't see you come in," Allison looked up. "Nothing's wrong. Well, I mean other than a slightly lacerated spleen and possible infection, I'm doing just as well as could be expected."

"Oh, honey. I'm sorry." Rachel said as Allison got out of the chair and shrugged.

"No big deal. I'm kind of lucky to be alive, right?" Allison said, trying to stay positive. "Anyway, what about you?"

"I'm pregnant," She confirmed.

Despite the worry on Rachel's face, Allison smiled and pulled her into a hug.

"Congratulations," She said sincerely. "And don't worry, I'm sure everything will work out."

"I hope so," Rachel sighed, as they started walking towards the parking lot. When they got to the car, she noticed the prescription that Allison was holding. "Do you want me to take you a pharmacy?" She asked, but Allison shook her head.

"Nah, that's fine. You have your own problems. I can just get Steve to take me tomorrow." Allison assured her. "But thanks anyway."

Rachel nodded and took Allison back to Steve's.

That night, Allison stayed up as late as she could waiting for Steve to come home. However when she woke up the next morning, still on the couch where she had passed out the night before, she realized Steve must have been at work all night. It wasn't unusual for him to pull an all-nighter, especially if they were working on an important case, but he always called first if he knew Allison was waiting and after checking her phone she found no missed calls, just as she expected.

Dragging herself off the couch, her already sore body hating her for her less than comfortable sleeping arrangements, she stumbled to the kitchen to find her painkillers. After popping a few and putting on the coffee maker, she dialed Steve's number. Unsurprisingly, it went straight to voicemail.

"Hey Steve, it's me," She said, leaving a message. "Just wondering if you're gonna be home anytime soon? I got some kinda bad news yesterday and was hoping you could take me to fill a prescription. Anyway, hope everything's good and call me as soon as you get this."

She hung up and headed back to the couch, hoping the painkillers would kick in soon.

Three hours later, Allison still hadn't heard anything from Steve and after calling him a dozen more times with no success, she was beginning to get concerned. Chewing her lip nervously, she dialed the number of the one person who would know exactly where Steve was and prayed that she was just being a paranoid, clingy girlfriend.

"Detective Williams," Danny answered.

"Danny, it's Allison," She said, thankful that she finally managed to get through to someone. "Where's Steve? I've been calling him all day and he hasn't answered any of my calls."

"Yeah," Danny sighed. "I'm not surprised."

"What?"

"Steve was arrested last night," Danny informed her, leaving her quiet and stunned.

"Why?" She asked, after she'd processed what he'd said.

"For killing the governor of Hawaii." As the word's Danny's mouth, Allison's jaw dropped and her phone fell from her hand, ending the call.