Seven Weeks Later…
"From the advanced signs of decomp, I'd say he's been here at least four days, but I'll have a better idea after post." Alexx told the two CSI's next to her.
"Oh my god," Calleigh moaned as she quickly left the room.
"Is she okay?" Alexx looked at Eric expectantly.
"I'll go talk to her." He went out to look for his colleague. He found her sitting partially in the Hummer. She was breathing deeply with her eyes closed and her head over her knees. "Calleigh?"
"I'm fine. I think I'm coming down with some kind of virus or something, because my stomach has been tight and I've been nauseous for the past few days. But, I'll be fine. Don't you worry about me now."
"Calleigh, uh… I know it's none of my business, but did you and H… you know…" He sighed at the confused look on her face. "Use… um…protection?" He said awkwardly. If they had been talking about him, the subtly would have been lacking greatly, but this was Calleigh. And this was something no one had expected.
"What?" She was shocked, not so much by the question, but the fact that she didn't know the answer. She wasn't on the pill, she hadn't been seeing anyone serious enough and didn't feel it was worth it. A condom, though? Did they? "Of course we did. I mean, I think we did." She groaned.
"Maybe you should see a doctor."
"I don't think I want to know."
"Well, if you are, it's going to come up eventually."
Oh my God. What am I going to do? Calleigh's breathing quickened and her heart pounded in her chest. Her clothes were a bit tighter, and she hadn't gotten her period yet. How have I not noticed that? For someone so smart, she felt so stupid. What have I done? She felt sick. She felt dirty. She felt scared. "I need to go see my doctor, now."
"Calleigh, you only have three more hours in your shift." Eric argued.
"I have to go right now! Now! Can you cover me and I'll talk to H tomorrow?" She wasn't waiting for his answer. She had adjusted in her seat and she was ready to bail.
"Okay." Eric saw that she was in a complete panic. "What are you going to say to him?"
"That I had to see my doctor. I was sick."
"No I mean…"
"I know what you mean, Eric! I'm not telling him anything."
"Calleigh, you need to tell him."
"That's my decision to make not yours!" She reached for the door. Eric backed up and looked at her. She closed the door and drove off looking like a broken woman. It hurt him to see her like that.
"Miss Duquesne, You are indeed pregnant." The doctor said.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Very sure." He saw the look on her face and added, "You have options. You are not very far along. Terminating the pregnancy is still a viable option. Adoption is also an option. If you decide to carry to term you will need to see me or another doctor several times during your pregnancy. Should you choose that route, your next visit will be a sonogram, and you can see your baby."
"Oh my god. This can't be happening." Calleigh said quietly. She was in a daze.
"Miss Duquesne?" The doctor asked and set his hand on her shoulder.
"Fine." She answered simply.
"The nurse will come back in and talk to you about what you can expect and answer any of you questions."
"Thank you, Doctor." For the first time, she looked around her and there was no one. Although she never thought of having children, she was damn sure she shouldn't be in that room alone. No one there to hold her hand, or kiss her forehead, or ask a thousand questions. No, it was just her.