As the front door closed, she lent on it, closing her eyes and swallowing hard. Walking away from him like that, and not talking to him about it was so hard. She knew he must be feeling like shit too. She just couldn't talk to him when she didn't know. She didn't want to have a conversation where she might let slip that it could be his and get his hopes up. So, she ran away …again.

Slowly, she pushed herself up off the door and limped to the kitchen bench. She shook her head and began to cry. Doing this to him was killing her, but she was sure this was all for the best. As she opened the fridge to look for food, she heard a knock at the door.

'Oh god, Please Jim, I can't do this now.' She whispered as she moved to the door. Opening it she found Deacon standing there with a bag of takeout.

"Oh, Hey." She forced her frustration into a smile.

"You okay?" Deacon said with a worried frown. He could see she had been crying.

"Mhmmmm." She nodded less than convincingly.

"I um, expected to find Street here, but..." He stepped inside as Chris stepped back and let him in.

"No, I told him I was tired; I just couldn't deal with him now and…" She stopped talking and shook her head. Holding the tears at bay. As she stood in silence trying to keep it all in Deacon spoke.

"Hey, I've noticed you and Street have been at odds lately and aren't yourselves. What's going on?"

Deac lent on the bench and Chris turned away to take out a plate. As she lowered herself back down from her tiptoes, she felt tears again. She paused willing them back but couldn't stop the flow. Deacon was at her side in an instant.

"Hey hey, Chris?" He hugged her. "What is wrong?" He held her shoulders and looked at her.

"I'm sorry Deac, I'm just a mess, I'm sorry." He held her for a few minutes as the sobs subsided. "Okay, now," he guided her to the chair to sit while he got out some food. He pulled a chair next to her and watched her intently. "Please talk to me. What is going on with Street? Why are you so upset?" She swallowed hard and watched her fingers fidget in her lap.

"I've ruined things, hurt him and stuffed up my life, bad." Deacon smiled a bit,

"Okay, come on, I'm sure it's not that bad Chris." Chris just slowly looked up at him.

"Yes, it is." She whispered.

"Why? Why is it that bad? Did you argue over something? Have to save him from himself again? What Chris?"

"I'm pregnant and it might be his." She mumbled.

Deacons eyes went wide, and he went quite for a few seconds. Before he reached out and hugged her tight.

"Okay," he swallowed still processing that. He pushed her back and looked at her. "Well, congratulations is in order." He smiled trying to get her to smile. She turned one corner of her mouth into a small smile. "But what do you mean it 'might' be his?"

Chris looked back at her hands and fidgeted again. "A while ago, the night after that undercover mission, we um, were hanging out at Luca's and things went too far. We crossed that line we shouldn't have, but we were both so caught up and, in that moment, it was so right and …" She stopped talking and scrunched her hands.

"I've just completely ruined everything. My life, career, relationship with my best friend… everything."

"What about Ty and Kira?"

"Yeah then there's that. I was still technically with them that night, so, so I guess I am a cheat as well." She began to sob again.

"Okay, hey Shhh," Deac said hugging her against him as she sobbed. "Chris, look at me." He waited til she managed to look at him. "We will work this out. It will be okay. No matter what."

"God, I hate to think what you think of me right now Deac." She cried again, "I feel like such a failure, such a bad person."

"Hey, you are none of those things." He reassured her. "Yes, I am a bit shocked that things went that far, but I understand. I see what you and he have. I see that he cares deeply about you Chris and I can also see that you do for him too. He has grown so much because of you in his life. That doesn't make you a bad person." Chris cried and tried to get her thoughts together.

"I shouldn't have ever let that happen. Now look where I am." Deacon looked at her.

"Chris do you want this baby?" She looked back at him,

"Yes, but,"

"but?"

"I am scared. Shitless. I honestly don't know how far along I am. It could be Ty's too." Deacon nodded and frowned.

"I assume the doctor has given you a referral for an ultrasound?"

Chris nodded, wiping her face. "Okay, then you need to have that scan, the sooner the better. Figure out how far along you are. Tell the guy who is going to be a dad, and Hondo and Hicks and let us all help you work it out." He hugged her. "We love you Chris. We will all be there to help you. I promise." She knows he is right, as she thanks him, says goodnight and tucks herself up in bed to sleep it off.

The next shift she is in at HQ on light duties. Her ankle is out of the boot. She is both glad to not be sitting next to Street in black betty all day and is also annoyed to not be there supporting her team. When the team return from their first mission of the day, she sees Tan and Street walking past.

"Hey, Street." She calls. "Can I have a minute?"

Street was a little shocked she was talking to him. That had to be the most she had said to him in a few days.

"Yeah," he answered looking at Tan, "Give us a minute?"

Tan nodded and headed away as Chris walked closer motioning for him to join her in the kitchen.

"Look, I know you are probably really mad at me, but can I ask you to please not say anything to the team? I haven't exactly worked this out yet and I need a minute to get myself together." She bit her lip as she felt tears again.

"Why…" Street began a bit confused and hurt. "Why would I run around telling people that?" He looked hurt and upset that she would think he would do that. "I wouldn't ever do that to you Chris. How you deal with this is your business not mine."

Chris felt that last comment like a knife to her heart. She whimpered and turned around as the tears fell.

"Hey," he sighed, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be short and curt with you. I just… I,"

"No, I deserved that. I know." She sobbed. He stepped closer and gently put his arm around her.

"Chris, I will always have your back." He explained softly which made her cry even more.

"I don't deserve you after this, how I treated you. You should hate me and never speak to me again."

"No, I don't think you see the full picture here. I care about you Chris, so much." He felt his emotions rising up and wanted to hug her into him. He was rather impressed that he managed to hold in the sentence, I love you. He knew that would not help either of them right now.

"I get that talking to me about your relationship is well, weird now, and I will wear the blame for that, I shouldn't have let what happened happen, I shouldn't have ruined our friendship. Please know I care Chris. I always will."

Chris looked at him with tear filled eyes. "I care about you too. Can we try to be friends again?" She managed, "I am going to need you..." She sobbed slightly looking down, ashamed.

He bit his lip and wrapped his arms around her. "Hey, I will always be here for you Chris; I will always care about you and this baby. I will be here for you and help you whenever and however you need it. I know the baby isn't mine and honestly…. I would be lying if I said I didn't wish it was."

Chris swallowed hard and wrapped her arms around him back. She desperately wanted to be honest and tell him that the baby might be his….and tell him that things were over with Ty and Kira. That she wishes they could just restart and maybe work things out between them. But she held it in. She looked up at him as she blinked away the last few tears. As he gazed back at her, the worry on his face and the way he looked at her, she really wanted to kiss him. But, reopening that door before she knew how this will play out, just wasn't fair.

Their phones beeping interrupted the moment, a mission awaited.

"I will touch base after shift," he said squeezing her slightly before letting go and heading out to get tacked up. As she remained in HQ, working the mission she remembered his smile and beautiful words. She kind of was beginning to feel that things might be ok, but she could still sense the deep hurt he feels, and completely understood that. She knew how deeply what happened between them hurt him.

As shifts end began to approach, she grabbed her things from the locker room early and headed down to the garage to meet Deac. He had offered to drive her to the ultrasound place. As Deacon pulled the Charger into the parking lot she stared blankly ahead.

"You okay?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," Chris sighed. She looked up and saw the Medical Imaging sign and tilted her head, "I gotta know."

Deac nodded. "I'll wait out here." He glanced at her and patted her knee. "It will be ok regardless Chris. Whether it turns out to be Ty's or Street's you will be ok, you still have all of us. You are not alone."

Chris didn't say anything. She just smiled and nodded, as she climbed out and walked inside. She sat nervously in the chair as other patients went in and came out. Eventually she heard "Christina Alonso" being called.

She stood up, breathing in and swallowing hard. This was it. She would know soon without a doubt how the next chapter of her life would play out and to be honest it terrified her. As she lay back on the bed and the sonographer began the scan, she stared at the tiny screen above her.

"Ok, so do you know how far along you are?" The mid 30's lady asked.

"Um, no. My cycles have always been all over the place and I…" she swallowed feeling teary. "I don't." She clenched her hands and tried to not look at the sonographer.

"Ok well we should be able to give you a rough idea today with these blood test results here and this scan. I'll just find baby and measure him or her now." She moved the wand over Chris's belly and all Chris could think about was how badly she needed to wee. Her bladder was bursting.

"And… here," she said pointing to a small shape on the screen "is baby." She zoomed in and Chris could make out the head, arms and legs and even see the heart beating away inside of her. She felt a few tears escape and without a word the sonographer handed her a tissue.

"So, by our guidelines for foetus size and HcG levels I would say you are definitely 12 -13 weeks along."

Chris thought for a second. "So, when do you think that means I conceived?"

"My best educated guess is around the last week of May."

"How accurate is that?"

The sonographer smiled softly. Realising there might be a question of who the father is. She patted Chris's hand.

"With this dating scan and your HcG levels here on this report, I would say almost certain. You are definitely 12-13 weeks along."

Chris thanked her, cleaned up, paid the bill and slowly walked back outside. Deac was leaning on the charger and stood up smiling at her.

"So?" He said slowly.

She handed Deac the results. "End of May," she said quietly.