"He's lying. I'm not pregnant. I wouldn't be dumb enough to skip precautions…" Sloane said over the phone. Ouch. You weren't this judgmental when I did it.

"So you didn't cheat on him." Keats put in. Sloane laughed.

"I didn't say that."

"Sloane Garcia, are you telling me you're having an affair?" Keats' head was in a whirl. She missed work terribly. She'd much rather deal with other people's drama than her own.

"Not exactly. Rod pissed me off so I went to a club without him…sure I flirted and stuff, but I didn't commit adultery."

"Why would he say that you were pregnant?" Keats wondered.

"I sort of lied and told him I'd try to…you know…get pregnant."

"Remember when I asked you to move to Miami? Heh, forget it."

"Keats, you have to help me."

Do I have a choice? In just one short week I'll be graduating…and I have a birthday coming up tomorrow. But I have to spend it fixing Sloane's love life?

"I know it's your birthday, dumbass. Which is why we have to nip this problem in the bud."

"Do you want to get back together with him or divorce him?" Keats asked.

"That's the problem. I don't know."

"You better figure it out."

Sloane sent Keats back and forth between them, delivering and receiving messages. By the time she stopped for lunch, she received a text message telling her they had made up. She collapsed on the sofa and wondered what Sloane would have done without her.

Despite Sloane's partial infidelity and Rod's habit of running away (from continent to continent), they were a match made in Heaven…sort of.

Keats woke up in the morning feeling rather bad. She wanted to process a crime scene…anything…she wanted to go to the Crime Lab by any means.

Her birthday was beginning to suck already.

"What's the matter, birthday girl?" Ryan asked her, pulling at her lower lip.

"Please take me to work with you!" She begged.

"I can't. A few people already have plans for you today…Oh, I almost forgot." Ryan got off the bed and rummaged around in a few drawers, producing a tiny box.

He took a beautiful diamond ring from the box and slipped it on Keats' finger meaningfully. Keats kissed him slowly, wishing that they could spend the day in bed together. Or at the very least process a crime scene together.

Ryan broke away reluctantly, putting on his suit jacket.

"They said they'd be over around noon to get you. They told you to be ready."

"Who? Who are they?" Keats wondered.

"That's the surprise. And when you get back tonight, we can pick up where we left off this morning." Ryan planted a heart-thumping kiss on her lips and Keats sat back with a confused yet satisfied smile on her face.

Keats was dressed by eleven thirty, but she kept looking out the windows for any sign of her mystery squad coming to take her away. She leaned out the window and craned her neck around to see the parking deck.

The doorbell rang behind her, scaring her out of her mind. She slipped and nearly fell out the window, banging her foot against the window of the apartment below her.

"K.J.! If we knew you were going to skip out on us, we would've come sooner." Keats heard Natalia's voice as well as Valera's.

Natalia grabbed onto Keats' hands and the two lab technicians helped the poor little intern back inside the apartment.

"We're already getting into trouble and we haven't even left Ryan's yet." Valera said with a grin.

Keats was the told to pack for a day trip. Universal Studios was mentioned and Keats could hardly contain her excitement.

"A road trip with the clairvoyant klutz and the galloping gossip…oh, boy." Natalia said, pretending she was in for a horrible time. The amused look on her face proved otherwise.

They loaded into Natalia's car and took off; Natalia driving, Keats riding shotgun, and Valera stretching out in the backseat.

"We really miss you at the Lab, Keats." Valera said. Natalia nodded, agreeing with her.

"You solve them so quickly, Keats. You're like the Speedy Gonzales of criminalists." Natalia added. Keats smiled gratefully.

"I know of at least one person who hasn't been the same since you've been gone." Valera said coyly. Keats smiled, thinking Ryan was the sweetest man she'd ever known.

"Dan Cooper."

Keats jaw dropped and she glanced at Natalia for confirmation. Natalia seemed just as shocked as she was.

"God, I did it again! I could have sworn he told you already." Valera reprimanded herself brutally for her breach of confidence.

"Told me what?" Keats wondered. Valera held her hand over her mouth and shook her head.

"Spit it out, Maxine." Natalia said. Valera sighed.

"I think Cooper is in love with you." She blurted out after much hesitation.

"What is this? High school? You're such a bad gossip, Valera." Natalia laughed.

"I'm serious. And the only reason I'm telling you is because I think he needs to know that you're marrying Wolfe."

"In love with me? When? How? Why?" Keats was reeling from the news. In all truth she was surprised that Ryan was in love with her. She had often wondered whether she was capable of being loved by anyone.

"Let's just say it's been awhile." Valera mumbled. Keats began to think back on all the conversations she'd had with Cooper over the past several months. Suddenly everything she'd ever remembered him saying had a certain nuance to it that changed its meaning entirely.

"Valera, if Cooper hasn't told her yet, then she isn't responsible for telling him about the wedding. Unless she wants to tell him." Natalia said.

"I guess. He told me he was planning to come clean to you about it before your birthday."

"Speaking of coming clean, did Sloane's husband ever explain what he was doing during the week he was missing?" Natalia asked.

"He was extremely angry with her, so he left the honeymoon early and worked at his hotel for the week." Keats answered, her mind far away.

"It's a shame she wasn't pregnant, though. Didn't Rod really want a baby?" Valera wondered.

"Yeah. Which is why I don't think their marriage will last. Sloane hates kids." Keats replied.

"Do you plan on having kids any time soon?" Natalia joked.

"Lord, no! I think children are okay and all, but I would make a shitty mother." Keats said. Natalia and Valera shook their heads.

"You'll make a great mom someday, K.J." They both said.

"I wonder what kind of dad Ryan would make…" Keats thought out loud.

She could picture Ryan in her mind tucking a little boy into bed, reading him a story and kissing him goodnight. She felt a warm, fuzzy feeling spread across her stomach at the thought.

She shook it off and rejoined the conversation.