I open my eyes, and recognize the familiar white ceiling of autopsy.
"Ducky?" I call as I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the shining metal table.
Ducky is sitting on a stool nearby, looking very concerned.
"Ducky? What's wrong?" I say "Why am I here?"
"You're here because Anthony brought you to me when you passed out. I ran some tests, and there is nothing wrong with you health wise...per se."
"What did you find?" I ask, fear gripping my chest.
"Well, Caitlin, I am afraid I have to deliver both good and bad news and they are one and the same."
"Spit it out Ducky!" I cry
"I believe you are going to have a baby, my dear." He sighs.
A-a baby? I'm pregnant?
"N-no, no, no. I'm not pregnant! I-I can't be…" I stutter, trying to wrap my mind around the news.
"I may be no Obstetrician, but I am a doctor."
"You must be wrong, Ducky. You have to be."
Ducky sighs, and gets off his stool, walking over to me. He gently takes my arm." Your left wrist, you aren't wearing a watch, but you did. It became too tight, and I can see the indentation it left. That's because your hands and feet are swelling." He taps my wrist. "You're sweating profusely and it is only 75 degrees in here, your body is already more sensitive to temperature." He taps the sweat beading on my forehead. "May I guess a few? You've already thrown up, most likely twice this morning, you're more tired then usual." He says, looking at the bags I know are under my eyes "My guess is your skirt was a little more snug then you remember when you zipped it up at your waist this morning and your period is late." He finishes
I blink at him for a moment.
"I did throw up, but that was because of how hot it is in the bullpen and I didn't drink enough water. My period has never been normal, not even when I was a young girl, my skirt was tight but I'm sure it just shrunk in the wash, and I am only tired because I was up all night because I had to pee."
"Frequent trips to urinate, especially during the night are another side effect." Ducky says, softly.
I look him, and he looks back at me, as panic rises in my chest.
I open my mouth to say something in denial, but nothing comes out, because somewhere inside me, I know he's right.
"Would you like me to run another blood test?" he asks, gently
I nod mutely.
He silently preps my arm and draws the blood.
I keep my eyes forward, thoughts wandering.
I always have protected sex. I can't even imagine how this could have happened.
"The test came out positive Caitlin. You're without a doubt, pregnant."
"C-could you find out when it was conceived." I gasp, my hands naturally coming to a fold over my currently flat stomach.
"Ah, about six weeks ago. You'll be due sometime in May." He says, a small smile on his face.
"Six weeks…" I mutter as I count back, and suddenly I realize exactly what happened. I also know who's the father.
I break down in tears.
I wrap my arms around Ducky and sob into his shoulder.
He gently pats my back, whispering "You're so brave Kate, You'll be an amazing Mother."
I sob for a good long while
"Oh, Ducky. I was drunk. I was more wasted then I have ever been and I had sex, we were both too drunk to think of protection and now…" a sob chokes its way out of me.
"Do you remember the father?" asks Ducky,
"How could I forget?" I give a heartbroken sob "It's Tony."
