Keats dressed herself, since there was no point lazing about in Ryan's bed when she couldn't even enjoy it. She let herself out even though Ryan had left a note by the bed asking her to stay. She glanced at it fondly, wondering if she should pretend that she hadn't seen it.

She left in a panic, wondering what plan of action she should take. It was too soon to go to a clinic and get tested…perhaps not. Who can I ask about this?

I don't want Horatio, Calleigh, or Alexx thinking badly of me, even if I do deserve it…and I can't talk to Delko or Cooper about girl stuff…and to be honest I don't particularly care for Natalia…which leaves just one person.

Keats knocked on the door to the DNA Lab. Maxine Valera smiled and beckoned her to come in.

"We haven't really gotten to know each other well, but…you were the only person I could think of who can help me." Keats said, her face lined with trepidation. Valera seemed rather confused, but she nodded, wanting to help.

"What's wrong? I don't know if I'll be able to do anything for you but I can try." Maxine said kindly. Keats let out a relieved sigh.

"Thanks…it means a lot to me." Keats told her.

Maxine listened attentively as Keats described the situation to her. Keats conveniently left out the fact that Ryan was involved as well, but that was only to safeguard their careers.

"It is a bit early to discern a pregnancy, but give it another day or two. You can come back then and I'll administer the test personally and keep the results confidential. But you might want to tell the guy you're seeing, regardless…Oh, and K.J.? I'm flattered that you came to me. Natalia was so wrong about you!" Maxine exclaimed, suddenly realizing she'd said too much.

"She did, did she? I figured as much, I guess." Keats rolled her eyes, thanking Valera as she left.

Keats ducked around in hallways, trying to make her way out of the building unobserved. She kept her head down as well in case anyone should recognize her. But in keeping her head down, she didn't notice where she was going… and inadvertently bumped into her boss.

"Ooof!" Keats grunted as she fell to the floor. She stared up into the face of one Horatio Caine and smiled as though everything was perfectly peachy.

"You have a day off today, correct? Just can't get enough of solving mysteries, huh?" Horatio said. It was a loaded statement.

"I don't know what you mean." Keats replied. Horatio helped her up and brushed her off.

"I think you do, June. And this is a mystery that does affect me, so I'd very much like to hear it." He led her to his office and she sighed to herself. All the sneaking around she had done hadn't made any difference.

"I appreciate the fact that you came to the Lab first. It shows that you have a solid investment in this place. I can understand why you didn't come to me, even though that doesn't make it any less of a letdown…Here's how it's going to work. Until we find out for sure, you're restricted to working in the Lab. If you want, you can start working your shift now, as I'm probably certain you don't want to use your free time to stay home and knit." Horatio sat at the edge of his desk, giving Keats a comforting smile. He couldn't imagine having to whittle away the hours until finding out something that could potentially do a major overhaul on his life. Keats agreed with him gratefully. She rose to leave his office so that her shift could begin.

"Oh, June, by the way…does Ryan know?" He asked. Keats shook her head, rather embarrassed that he had known about Ryan and that he'd caught her practically lying to him.

"Don't you think he should know?" He asked simply. Keats nodded and retreated to the ballistics Lab where she was almost certain she'd find Ryan.

Sure enough, he was gazing into his microscope in the Lab. He heard the shuffling of her feet and looked up at her with a smile. Keats' stomach did a flip-flop and she was sorely disappointed that she couldn't enjoy gazing into Ryan's face without thinking about a baby in the picture.

"Keats, I thought you had the day off?" He gave her a look that warmed her very core. She bit her lip, knowing only too well that what she had to say would ruin all that.

"Yo, K.J.? There's some people at the front desk here to see you…" Delko interrupted as Keats was about to spill the beans. It dawned on Keats exactly who had shown up to mortify her in front of her colleagues. Her parents.

Keats excused herself from Ryan and Eric, a sickening feeling spreading to the four corners of her body. She glanced ahead of her, confirming her original suspicions as she watched an extremely out of place couple take snapshots of the wall.

"Mom…Dad…what possessed you to come here?" Keats asked, trying to keep her voice level. T.C. Remington and his ex-wife Selvia enveloped their daughter in a tight hug.

"We wanted to see where you were doing your internship. Patty Barrington didn't tell us a damn thing, so we decided to get our fannies up here and see for ourselves." T.C. grunted, his imposing, lean form towering over his petite ex-wife.

"Well, we were curious, honey…um, dear, why are you wearing a gun?" Selvia was a natural honey blond, and a natural dim-wit to boot. She gazed at Keats and turned her head slightly to look at her gun and badge that the Law Enforcement offices had loaned to her until she became an official CSI.

"So where's the rest of the brood?" Keats asked, peering around them nervously.

"At the hotel. We figured the two of us would come collect you and then we'd all have lunch together." Her father pinched her cheek fondly, wrapping his arm around her.

Keats clocked out for lunch and sat in the backseat of her father's Buick listening to the two of them argue. Her mother had been a model in her hey-day and she lived off the royalties for years. Her father was a brilliant lawyer and because of an iron-clad pre-nup that they both had agreed upon, they were still on speaking terms.

Selvia Remington Hastings remarried to an ancient-as-dirt oil tycoon. This tycoon had two spoiled brats of his own that never hesitated to put Keats in her place.

"How does it feel to be a public servant, Juniper? Some should toil so that others can live comfortably…" Wyler Hastings sniped with his nose in the air. His sister, Simone, gave a tinkly laugh and simpered, flipping her hair to the side.

Keats took a deep breath and smiled at her step-brother and step-sister as she sat down at the wide table in the hotel's restaurant. She grinned at her half-sisters Cecily and Lavinia, who grinned back revealing missing front teeth. She even managed to nod respectfully to her dad's new wife, Tina-Shelly, and gurgled at the bald baby boy in her arms.

"Where are the boys? And where's Sloane?" Keats asked, sampling her tasteless lemonade.

"They'll be down in a minute." Selvia said. Simone and Wyler snickered.

"Hey, hey, hey, little sis! Or should I say, Officer Remington…" Keats' three older brothers Glenn, Harvey, and Miles grabbed her and lifted her over their shoulders.

"Holy cow, Kit. What do they do to you down in the salt mines?" Keats turned to the sound of her sister's voice and smiled.

"Sloane…" Keats hugged her twin sister close to her. It had been a very long time indeed.