3 days later…
Catherine laid her face down on the cold bathroom tile. 3 days had passes since the day her life was shattered but she still spent most of her time in front of the toilet, throwing up the food she hadn't been eating. Lindsey hadn't been home in over a wee and Catherine hadn't been able to get a hold of her yet. She was almost glad. She didn't know if she could be, would be, strong enough to tell her, right now anyway. Gil had always been like a father to Lindsey, even when Eddie was still alive. Catherine knew it would kill her.
Everybody at the lab had tried to be a shoulder to cry on for Catherine. Greg and Sara had offered to bring her food and go shopping for her. Warrick and Nick continued to ask if she needed anything done around the house, even Ecklie offered his support and condolences. She didn't mean to, but she knew she had been distant lately. They couldn't blame her for that though. She'd been through so much; she'd lost so much.
She slowly opened her eyes, feeling the nausea rise in her stomach again. She reached up to grab the wash cloth off of the sink but dropped it, causing the small trashcan beside the toilet to tip over, spilling it's contents onto the floor. Her eyes narrow in on a box. Tears spill from her eyes as she reaches for it. Her mind races back to a day exactly one month ago. Holding the box from the paternity test against her chest as she sinks back to the floor, remembering how Gil had reacted when she had told him the results…
"Baby…Cath, please stop crying. We'll just try again," He'd held her as she sobbed, another negative pregnancy test in her hand.
"Gil, you heard what the doctor said. We might never be able to get pregnant." She remembered the doctor's appointment when the doctor had explained that the chances of them having a child were slim. The doctor had hinted that it might be Gil but Catherine had immediately dismissed that idea. She didn't want him blaming himself. But she was the one that was breaking down in his arms. Did she doubt him? Did she blame him?
"Catherine, I know we can do this. We can have a baby. We'll just need to try again…and you know how much we like trying." He had smiled and they had talked a bit longer before Catherine gave in to his reasoning about how they needed more practice. They had made love again that night. She missed it so much. But what she missed even more is not being able to try any more, not being able to give him the child he so desperately wanted.
The night he left, they had made love for the last time. Lying in bed afterward he had asked her when would be the next time they should try and she had told him that their next chance would be the weekend that he got back. He had promised to make it special. He had promised…
Suddenly she sat up on the bathroom floor and looked into the box. One test left.
No…no…it couldn't be.