Kat watched Zack sit down with a mingled sense of anxiety and relief. It was hard enough to get away from the lab, but tonight she'd been ambushed by Cam, who'd wanted to go to a movie. She'd only escaped by saying she had a date.

'You look vexed.' Zack said with concern.

'Almost couldn't make it today; Cam wanted to take me to a show. I told her I had a date, which in some ways I do.'

'With the sanest guy in the loony-bin.'

Kat couldn't help it. First her face cracked into a smile, then a grin, and then she began to giggle. It wasn't all that funny, really, but it was the best she'd heard all day.

'I was wondering if you'd smiled at all today.' Zack said flatly. Probability said he hadn't

'Zack, I'm still trying to get used to having a life again. I've got you to think about, and work, and my apartment, and the doctor keeps calling from Africa—'

'Doctor?'

'The best Gynaecologist in Ethiopia. About three months after I arrived, I miscarried, and they wanted to find out why.'

Zack sat silently for a moment before asking. 'Who was the father, Kat?'

She'd hoped he wouldn't ask. That he'd assume it had been someone else he'd never met, and leave it at that. 'They figured I got pregnant just before I left the U.S. There's only one person I slept with around that time, and I'm not even sure how that even happened, it just—'

'—Happened.' He finished for her. It hadn't been as if they were romantically involved—they'd only crossed that boundary the once. Some would have called it a fling, but they simply hadn't had time to talk about it in the days before she'd left. 'Kat, I'm really sorry.'

'Don't be.' She said, trying to make it sound less important than it was. 'I wasn't about to be raising a child on an archaeological site in Africa.'

They still weren't really talking about it. The why and how of that night were going to remain undiscussed. But maybe the truth was that neither of them was ready to have that discussion; to open up that particular Pandora's Box of confusion. Maybe they needed a little more time.

'Have you met Dr. Sweets yet?' Zack asked, changing the topic.

'Unfortunately, yes. He's an idiot.'

Zack shook his head. 'His intelligence level is much higher than average, though maybe not so high as yours or Dr. Brennan's. He's also well informed on a number of subjects I know very little about, such as cooking, and socializing—'

'Zack, don't forget to breath!' Kat said half-jokingly. 'Sweets may be book-smart, but he's hopeless when it comes to anything beyond profiling. I still have trouble understanding why you requested him as your therapist.'

'Sweets knew I was sane, and therefore was a logical choice. He also can no longer say anything to Agent Booth.'

'Don't you want to leave here someday?'

'I refuse to go to prison.' He said with resolve. 'If an agreement could be made that I would carry out my sentence here, I would consider an appeal.'

So that was what it would take. 'I'll try Zack. I'll try to get something with the AG's office. I'll try to get you free.'

'Remember that you need a life outside of all this.'

'And you're the master of living?' Kat asked teasingly.

'I know I was just as bad.' Zack admitted. 'I lived, worked and socialized with my best friend. I don't think I ever went out without someone from the Jeffersonian.'

'We used to have some pretty good times Zack.' Kat reminded him. 'We went to movies, the theatre, an opera or two. I think I even dragged you to the campus bar a couple of times. I remember being so annoyed when you'd sit there, watching me get smashed.'

'I thought that was why I went.' Zack said flatly. 'You needed someone to make sure you were alright. I don't like being drunk; I feel no need to lose control.'

Kat shook her head, grinning. 'And yet, I thought that's what you needed. I'm sorry if it wasn't so much fun for you.'

He smiled slightly. 'You were always amusing enough Kat. I could never understand why you wanted to spend time with someone as strange as me. The other guys on campus certainly didn't get it.'

'Sometimes, I think people come together for a reason Zack—a reason we may not always see right away. Eventually though, we begin to realize that—'

'I'm sorry guys, but its dinnertime. Zack has to go.'

Kat looked from Jerald's sympathetic face, to Zack. If only she could have more time—but what she needed to say might take hours, and they both needed to eat eventually. It would have to wait till next time.

'I'll see you in a week.' She sighed, and kissed Zack's cheek goodbye. Then left through the door Jerald held open for her. '

I'll see you next time Jerald.'

'G'night kiddo. Take care of yourself.'

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