Disclaimer: CSI? Not mine. Not yet anyway. I'm working on it. Beta? Don't have one. Mistakes? All mine, sadly.

A/N: -rushes in with chapter- I am so sorry that it's taken so long to update but you wouldn't believe the case of the dreaded writer's block I had. I swear, you could hear the air blowing through my head. But I fought it off and this chapter is the result. Hope it lives up to your expectations. As always, thanks so much to everybody who read or reviewed this story so fara nd especially to those who did both. Much love ya'll.

Chapter Seven: All Things Revealed

The door bell rang roughly an hour and twenty minutes later. Catherine had no sooner opened the door than Roz was set in on her.

"Don't call me in the middle of the afternoon talking about 'bring your stuff' and not expect a lecture. And it better not be the 'stuff' that I think your talking about either," she fussed making air quotes as she said 'stuff'.

"Hello to you too," Catherine said with a half smirk, noting not for the first time that Roz's Spanish accent was heavier when she was fussing.

Roz shot her a look and walked into the living room, sinking down on the couch. "What's going on Cath?" she asked.

Catherine tried another smile. "If I knew, would I be calling you?" she said with more lightness than she was feeling.

Roz stared at her silently for a moment. "No, you wouldn't. So you do want what I thought."

Catherine gave a slight a nod.

Roz sighed and pushed off the couch. "Come on then."

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Back at the lab Nick was headed to the locker room. He was exhausted. Beyond exhausted, actually. He, Warrick and Greg had just wrapped a doozy of a case, made even more hectic by the huge amount of media attention it received. Of course that was to be expected when a rising starlet was strangled in her luxury hotel room.

Warrick was sitting on one of the long benches that comprised of the rooms only seating. He looked as tired as Nick felt. More if you looked harder. And Nick was.

Warrick had not been himself recently, in a while actually, but during the past few days the change was even more noticeable. And as would be any good friend, Nick was worried.

Warrick's gaze was directed inside his locker, although Nick would bet his paycheck that it wasn't focused on anything. He didn't even look up as Nick walked in.

Nick opened is locker a little more noisily than was needed, his response a casual "Hey man" as Warrick finally looked up.

"Hey," he answered, subconsciously twisting the gold band on his finger. "Some case, huh?"

Nick let out a humorless laugh, "Yeah. Guy was so obsessed that he swore she knew him, wanted him, she wanted him. And when reality set in, and it wasn't pretty, he snapped." He shook his head, "People never cease to amaze me."

Warrick let out spurt of air that could have been a laugh or scoff or some combination of the two. "Yeah. Me too."

A silence followed, and Nick took the moment to examine his friend. Warrick looked drawn, displaying a fatigue that Nick was sure had nothing to do with the case. It wasn't so much physical as it was emotional. A wariness that emanated from the soul, not from the body.

Something wasn't right.

Nick reached into his locker. "Hey Rick? You up for some breakfast?"

The invitation was innocent enough, but there was an underlying to Nick's tone and Warrick knew this was not so much a request as it was an order. He eyed him for moment. "Sure. That 24 hour place?"

"I'll meet you there."

Warrick nodded and kicked his locker closed with the toe of his shoe before getting up and heading for the parking lot.

They arrived the laid-back driver within minutes of each other and seated themselves at a table toward the back.

It was past the peak breakfast hour so the restaurant was predominately empty, save for a few regulars seated at the count sipping their coffee and reading their Sun's and the obvious tourists chattering away in booths near the window.

The waitress, a gorgeous Asian woman whom Warrick assumed was trying to make it in the business, a dancer judging by her figure, appeared at their table bearing glasses of water.

Nick placed his order, pancakes, hash browns and a side of bacon, with barely a glance at their server, giving Warrick confirmation that this wasn't your usual friendly late breakfast. He ordered his omelet, Denver, and sat back, waiting.

He didn't have to wait long.

Nick wasted no time with small talk. "What's going on, man?" He sat back in his chair, arms crossed. "And don't try and tell me nothing, cuz I ain't blind."

Warrick let out a dry chuckle and a sigh. He glanced at his clasped hand as they rested on the table, the gold band encircling his ring finger mocking him.

Nick followed his gaze. His eyebrows shot up. "Something up with Tina?"

"You could sat that," Warrick paused, then decided to just come out with it. "Tina cheated on me...with David. I found out Tuesday."

Nick's eyes betrayed shock and compassion. "Jeez, man, I'm sorry," he leaned forward, about to say more but Warrick cut him off.

"Don't be. She's not the only guilty party."

Now confusion read in Nick's eyes. "Wait. Are you telling me...?"

Warrick held one of the coffee cups between his palms but made no move to drink it. "Yeah. I did." He could see the wheels turning in Nick's mind but he wasn't expecting the question he asked next.

"Who? When?"

"Who?" Warrick repeated. "Does it matter?" he asked, irritation evident in his tone.

Nick shook his head. "Sorry. Don't know why I asked that..."

Warrick sighed. "No, its ok. I just wasn't expecting-"

"Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have asked...Why'd you do it man? I mean, what happened?"

Warrick shrugged. "I don't know. It was a couple of months ago, it just happened. It wasn't like I planned on it happening."

A thought formed in the back of Nick's mind but he tucked it away for later dissection. "So what's going on with you two now?

The waitress chose that moment to arrive with their food. Nick and Warrick's 'thank you's' were perfunctory at best and nothing else was said until she retreated.

Nick ignored his food and looked at Warrick expectantly.

"Tina...Tina is at her parent's at the moment. We're," he paused, looking for the right word. "We're taking a break for a while."

Nick nodded slowly and watched the steam rise from his plate and fade into the morning air.

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Roz was gone, had been for about an hour, and Catherine sat on her couch deep in thought.

The notion had crossed her mind, but she hadn't dwelled on it. She couldn't. She was too afraid to. But now that there were no doubts, she'd have to face that fear.

She flashed back on the moment of confirmation for the umpteenth time.

"Catherine, you're pregnant."

She'd been thrown for a loop. It was one thing to have an inkling, a whole different thing to have if confirmed.

Pregnant. She was pregnant. Holy crap.

Roz, better known to most as Doctor Rosalind Coronado, had eyed her with concern. "Are you ok with this?"

"Uh..." She didn't know. Was she? At the moment she just felt numb.

"Catherine...if you're thinking about terminating-"

That had broken through the haze. "No! No. I'm keeping it."

Roz gave her a small smile. "Good. Are you ok? Aside from the shock of course."

Catherine managed a smile. "Yeah. I'm fine."

Roz nodded, she wasn't so sure, but she'd left it alone for the moment. "I want you to come in to the office for an official visit. I'd like to run some tests and go over a few things with you."

"Sure. Whatever you think is necessary. You are the doctor."

Roz smiled again. "Good. How's Monday for you? I'd see you sooner but I'm all booked up,"

"Monday's fine."

Catherine's thoughts were interrupted by a loud growl coming from her stomach. She couldn't help but grin. She may not know what she was going to do about the situation, but right now she was going to scrounge up something to eat, although she'd avoid the seafood salad this time. After all, she was eating for two.

A/N2: I have such smart readers/reviewers. Bad seafood never crossed your mind as the reason Cath got sick did it? Hmmm, looks like I'm gonna have to work harder at hiding my clues. Anyway, here's your teaser and any feedback you feel the urge to give will be appreciated: Catherine walked into the Crime Lab the next day feeling incredibly light. She didn't know why she was in such in high spirits, exactly, considering she knew that the upcoming months would be hell and that telling Warrick would be no picnic either. Not to mention all the questions and doubts she knew lurked in the darkness of her mind, but for the time being she was just content to be happy.