Disclaimer: Sam and Jo are not mine, Sarah still is.

Chapter 37:

"I've just found out she might be pregnant."

"What, she had an affair? In the two weeks you've been going out?"

"No, no she wouldn't do that."

"No offence Sam, but how do you think it happened, the stalk came along? I thought maybe you'd had IVF, but you haven't really been together long enough."

"I know exactly how she got pregnant. Like I said, she wouldn't cheat. She was abducted and raped."

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. That's awful."

"Yeah, well, I shouldn't have told you that. But I wasn't having you thinking she cheated on me."

"I'm sorry I said that, I didn't realise."

"Yeah, well, it's not exactly the first thing you assume is it?"

"No. So is that why, you're so, distant with each other? The rape?"

"No. I don't exactly think she should keep the baby if she is pregnant. She wants to."

"Oh right. That's tough."

"Yeah, well, how is the shop doing anyway?"

"No, Sam, you can talk to me about it."

"Please, Sarah, I can't. This is something I need to discuss with Jo."

"Yeah, of course. I better let you get going. Find out if you've got anything to worry about." Sarah took the test out of Sam's hand, placing it straight in a bag. "Here." She said, handing Sam the plastic bag.

"What's the damage?"

"Oh, no, this is on me."

"Sarah, these are expensive."

"I run a shop, I can afford one pregnancy test."

"I work for the Met, I could afford all the tests in the shop." Sam joked.

"Honesty Sam, you're the most difficult person I know. I'm not taking any money for it, now go and see if she's pregnant or not before I have to drag you out the shop."

"Thanks, I owe you a drink, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. It's been nice seeing you again. It's a shame we keep losing touch."

"Yeah. Look I better go. See you soon yeah?"

"Yeah, bye."

"Bye."

Sam stood out side the door to the toilet, impatiently tapping her foot. She finally heard the toilet flush, Jo emerging from the cubicle a few seconds later. "Well?"

"Sam you have to leave it for a few minutes."

"Okay."

The blonde fidgeted with the sleeve of her jumper while Jo washed her hands.

"Sam, stop tapping."

The blonde immediately stilled her foot; not entirely aware she had been tapping it.

The brunette ventured over to the little stick she had left on the counter, knowing she'd left it long enough. She picked it up, gulping as she read the display.

Sam approached her hesitantly, "What does it say?"