Two weeks had passed. Gabby still wasn't feeling the greatest and still throwing up but she put that in the back of her mind. Right now she was determined to solve the Manhattan Slasher case. He wasn't going to add a tenth victim to his list if she could help it. Ever since the murder she'd been working late every night. She'd probably seen John a total of two hours in the last two weeks. She was sitting in the squad room.

"You don't look so good." Dolph said.

"I've just been working a lot."

"You're still throwing up aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"You need to go to the doctor Gabby."

"I don't have time for that I'll be fine." "I need to solve this case."

"You also need to take care of yourself."

"I'm ok."

"No you're not ok."

"Yes I am."

"I'm going home."

The phone on Gabby's desk rang. "Hello?" "Nothing huh?" "Thanks anyway." She hung up. "Well nothing from forensics again."

"When are you going home?"

"In a couple hours." "See you tomorrow."

"Ok."

John woke up at eight o'clock the next morning. Gabby wasn't in bed next to him. He went out in the living room and saw her sleeping on the couch. Her blanket was also off of her. He went and covered her up. She opened her eyes.

"Hi honey." She said.

"Hi." "Why didn't you come to bed last night?"

"I got in late." "I didn't wanna wake you."

"What time did you come home?"

"Around two in the morning." "What time is it?"

"Eight."

"I gotta get ready to go."

"Gabby I think you should call Stephanie and request a personal day."

"I can't do that John." "I have way to much work to do." She got up.

Gabby showered and dressed. As she was brushing her teeth she threw up. When she was done she brushed her teeth again and went into the kitchen.

"You should stay home." John said.

"I'm fine."

"You're sick."

"I'm not sick just overworked."

"Are you gonna work late again tonight?

"Probably." "I'll call you."

"You know I would like to see you more then twenty minutes out of the day."

"I know baby." "I'm sorry." "Work's just really hectic right now." "I gotta go." They kissed. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Two days later to make John happy Gabby took a personal day but she took the Manhattan Slasher file home with her. John was at work. Gabby was looking for a highlighter. She went over to John's workstation. She opened the drawers. There was one that he always kept locked but Gabby never really gave it much thought. She just figured there were Playboys or something along those lines in there. Eventually she found a highlighter and kept working. Gabby was looking for some connection, any connection between the nine victims. Two hours later the door opened. Gabby was still busy at work.

"Gabby, what are you doing?" John asked.

"Resting."

"You are not you're working."

"So shoot me."

"Am I gonna have to handcuff you to the bed?" He said jokingly. As he went into the bedroom to change out of his suit.

"I'd love for you to but I don't have the t-not again." Gabby threw the file down on the couch and ran into the bathroom. She threw up. She was on her knees in front of the toilet. John stood in the bathroom doorway.

"Ok that's it." "We're going to the hospital."

"I don't need to go to the hospital." "I'm fine."

"You've been puking for three weeks." "You're not fine."

"I don't want to go to the hospital."

"Gabby you are going to the hospital if I have to take you kicking and screaming." "Something is wrong with you."

"I have to get back to work."

"The Manhattan Slasher isn't gonna kill anyone while we're at the hospital."

"How did you know what I working on?"

"I saw the file."

"Ok." She rolled her eyes. "Let's go to the hospital."

Gabby and John were in an examination room. She was sitting in the exam table. They ran tests. The doctor came in.

"Hello Gabriella." She said.

"Hi."

"Is he your husband?" She asked looking at John.

"That's my fiancée John."

"I have good news." "You're going to be just fine."

"See John I'm fine." She said looking at John. "So I can go home?" She asked looking at the doctor.

"Yes but I would like to see how far along you are."

"Excuse me?" She said confused.

"You're pregnant."

"I'm what?"

"You're pregnant."

"Wow." She said shocked. She looked at John. He looked as shocked as she was.

"Oh my god." "We're gonna have a baby." He said smiling. They hugged.

"I can't believe this." They kissed. A nurse brought in a machine.

"Lay down and lift up your shirt." The doctor said. She laid down and lifted up her shirt. The doctor turned on the machine. She put gel and the wand to her stomach. You could barely see the baby but it was there. "About nine weeks I would say." "You should make an appointment with your obstetrician as soon as possible."

"When I was seventeen I had a miscarriage." Gabby said. "Will that affect this pregnancy?"

"No everything looks fine."

Gabby and John went home. They were snuggled in bed.

"We're having a baby." John said.

"I'm so glad you're happy." "I am to."

"Of course I'm happy." "We need to start looking at houses."

"Houses?"

"Yeah we can't raise the baby in this one bedroom apartment." "We need a nice neighborhood with a good school district." "I have money saved up and I know it's enough to buy a house."

"I suppose we can start looking." "I want to get married before the baby comes."

"Ok."

"Since we need our money let's just do it at the courthouse."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Ok." "When do you wanna do it?"

"As soon as we can both find the time." "I don't need a big wedding." "All I need is you." She took his hand put his hand on her stomach with hers overtop of it. "And our baby." She said smiling.

"I love you Gabby."

"I love you too." They kissed.