Chapter 7

Disclaimer: Not mine, Dick's.

A/N – I feel like the Criminologist from "Rocky Horror Picture Show" in this first paragraph. It just amused me. Carry on…R&R, s'il vous plait.

It took time for the two detectives to get back into the groove, but it happened. And the evening of pleasure, so to speak, was never spoken of again. Deakins and company were all relieved. Three months later was the day of never-ending puking.

"Alex, I thought you said it was Chinese." Bobby looked back at her nervously.

"Bobby I didn't think it could be this! Pull over!" Alex puked some more. Bobby sat stock still in the driver's seat, contemplating what this meant. He had to go to the drug store. He had to know for sure.

"Thanks. Deakins sent you with me to hold my hair back, not eyeball the steering wheel." Alex put her seat belt back on.

"Listen, let's go and get a test…to be sure." Bobby looked over at Alex carefully, not knowing how she'd take it.

"Yeah, there's a Wal-Greens around my apartment. Stop there."

Bobby pulled into the parking lot. Leaving Alex in the car, he walked into the store to get the necessary accoutrements for finding out how you're life will end up. So to speak. He spotted what he needed by the condoms and lube section. Another guy was standing there, contemplating the choices in front of him. To Bobby's surprise, the man picked up a pregnancy test. The guy looked over at him.

"Am I in your way?"

"Oh, no. Um, are those a good choice?" Bobby looked at the box. A digital pregnant, not pregnant read out. Sounded good.

"Well, bud, these would've been a good choice," the man pointed to the condoms, "but it's a bit late for that isn't it!" The guy nudged Bobby in the ribs. Bobby gave him the smile he usually saved for perps in the interrogation room.

"I see. Well, thanks." Bobby grabbed two boxes and walked to the cashier.

Alex walked out of the bathroom, holding the test in her hands.

"I don't know if it's working or not. It keeps blinking at me. Leave it to a man to get the most high tech thing out there."

"Well, we want to know for sure, right?" Bobby paced the living room floor back at Alex's. There was a knock at the door. Bobby walked over and opened it. Carolyn.

"Hey, Goren. I just came to see how Alex was doing. Mike told me – "

"Bobby, it's positive. How are we – " Alex stopped where she stood, not knowing someone was standing in the living room. Someone besides Bobby.

"What's positive?" Carolyn saw what her friend was holding in her hands. "Oh my God. Alex, are you sure?"

"I've got another one in the bathroom I just peed on so…we'll know soon. But this one is positive."

"Well, who's the lucky guy? I never knew – " Carolyn stopped, seeing the look on Bobby's face out of the corner of her eye. "Bobby? You?" Bobby looked at Alex, as if she could make Carolyn disappear.

"Yeah, me Carolyn."

"Bobby, stop." Alex gave him a shut up or die look.

"Well. What Alex? Are you embarrassed that I'll be the father of your child? Are you upset it's not your dead husband?" Bobby turned away from Alex and looked at Carolyn. "If you say anything to anybody, Mike, Deakins, anybody…" And with that he walked out of Alex's apartment,