I should have known that I would have to deal with this myself. But then they are my team!

Count to ten and proceed I tell myself. One, Two... Never mind.

"I.I.I.I." Just spit it out Catherine, yes, we know all about "I".

"I can't believe it. You can't be. It can't be true!" she spurts out. No of course not. We've gone through this before. Only you can have a life. Yada yada yada.

"Who's the father"

Now we're getting somewhere.

"I mean. Umm. You do know who the father is don't you?" Nick. He still looks as though he could kill so I answer as softly as I can. I mean, usually I would kill someone that even dared to question my sanity.

"Yes. The father of my baby is my husband."

New looks. This is going way too fast for them. Maybe I should call a time-out and come back tomorrow. This is not going to be pretty. And there was me thinking that they would be happy for me!

"Where's Jim? We need Jim!" Warrick mumbles. Everyone nods in agreement. Except Griss of course. He is near to wetting himself. He definitely is over the shock of the baby and has sat back to enjoy watching the rest of the team squirm. I have to admit, if I were in his shoes I would do the same. Afterall...

Flashback

Where is he? He should have been back hours ago. All I get from his cell is a dumb sounding cow telling me he is unobtainable, well guess what, I figured that much out myself.

What was that? Oh god! Please tell me it's not true. Let me see...

Yep. Cop car pulled up. Jim throwing up over the roses. Griss laughing at him and trying to pay what he thinks is the taxi driver. Poor kid. He looks eighteen and fresh out of training and he has to deal with these two. Guess I should help!

"You upstairs! You study! And if you don't know where tough!"

"Thanks" I tell the kid. "Officer ??"

"Errm. Trentham Maam." Do I look like a Maam yet? "Errm, sorry, but, errm, are they always like this in Las Vagas?"

"Thankfully no. Goodnight." I move indoors before more questions start. On second thoughts maybe that would be more pleasant than what I just walked in on.

"Why do you get the bedroom?"

"It's my house!"



"But I want the bedroom"

"It's my house"

That's not fair.

They sound like five year olds. How can I have loved one of them for so long? How can I be sharing my life with the other? I can't take it anylonger.

"Both of you shush. Jim go to bed I'll deal with you in a minute, (did I see a leer on his face then?) Griss, Study or floor it's up to you!"

"Who died and made you mother?" RIGHT! Even Griss knows he has stepped WAY over the line and begins to move towards the room he's been allocated. "Still don't see why I can't have the bedroom" he mumbles as he is going.

"CAUSE ME AND SARA ARE GOING TO BE HAVING SEX THAT'S WHY" Jim shouts at him. That's what he thinks!

End flashback

Next morning you could feel the tension. And I do mean All the tension!

I shoot him a dirty look and he shrugs and gets out his phone. Hopefully to text Jim – it might just save his life.