Huge thanks to my wonderful reviewers, you make my world that little bit brighter. So.. Who wants to know what's wrong with our Grace, huh? Read on, intrepid explorers.

Grace flung her bag onto her couch and covered her face with her hands. She just couldn't see how the whole situation could get any worse. It felt like everyone had abandoned her. First Craig, then her colleagues. She knew that her friends hadn't actually left her but she knew she wouldn't be able to talk to them. And now this…

A surge of nausea hit her hard and she ran to her bathroom, just about making it to her toilet before emptying the contents of her stomach into it. When she'd finished, she rested her hot head against the cool wall of her bathroom. It felt good on her skin and she shut her eyes, desperate to block out the dull ache that was surging through her body.

Just as she was beginning to relax, the sound of her doorbell rang through her apartment. She groaned, staggering to her feet and stumbling to the door. She intended to tell whoever was there to clear off but when she opened the door, she changed her mind.

'Boss?'

'Hey Grace, just wanted to check up on you.. You didn't look so great.. You still don't..'

'I'm okay, really. Thanks for the concern but..'

'You're not seriously going to shut the door on me, are you? Am I not allowed in?'

Grace sighed and stepped back to allow her boss through. 'Just a sec. Make yourself comfortable..'

Teresa nodded and sat in Grace's armchair while Grace headed into the bathroom. Even from out here, she could smell the sick and knew that Grace needed her help.

Grace quickly arranged her bathroom, pulling the chain and washing her hands. She quickly splashed some cold water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hands gripped the edges of the sink as she stared in disgust at her own reflection. She was a complete mess. Her hair was unwashed, her make up was careless and her puffy eyes were surrounded by dark circles. She had always taken great pride in her appearance but now she looked like.. Well, she looked like complete crap.

'Grace?'

The young agent spun around quickly to face her boss, who stood in the door with her arms folded. Teresa moved towards the rookie slowly, holding out her arms and putting them around the trembling shoulders.

'It's okay, let's get you sat down. Come on..'

Teresa carefully guided Grace through to the living room and sat her down on the sofa, sitting next to her.

'Grace, you have to start talking to us. I gave you the time off to get back on your feet.. If you want me to give you more time off, if you're not ready to be coming back to work, just say the word. But I don't know unless you ask.'

'Oh, you really want me to talk to you?' Grace folded her arms. She looked like a stroppy teenager; she wore the same look of defiance on her face as she had worn so many times during her adolescence.

'Well, yeah.. Please.. I'm worried..' Teresa cast a concerned eye over her young agent.

'You hate getting involved in people's personal lives.'

'Well normally, but it doesn't mean I don't care. I'm not here as a boss. I'm here as a… As a friend..'

Grace looked down at her lap. 'I thought I'd got rid of most things that could remind me of Craig.. There was just one thing I didn't count on..'

'What? Grace, what's the matter?'

'He managed to leave me with a little souvenir before.. Before what happened..'

'Grace, will you stop being so damn cryptic? Just tell me..'

'I'm pregnant.'

'What?'

'Yeah..'

'And it's definitely his child?' Teresa asked apprehensively.

'Yeah..'

'Oh my God..'

'Yeah..'

'Stop saying yeah! Grace, this is.. This is serious.. What are you going to do?'

'I… I don't know. I mean, I haven't had much time.. But I can't just get rid of it, I mean.. it's a life.. I can't take an innocent life.'

'Adoption?'

'I'm not sure I could. I don't think I could give my baby to someone else. It wouldn't be right.'

'So keep it?'

'Yeah, I guess so. Sorry, I can't get.. I can't get over the fact that there's a tiny human growing inside me..'

Lisbon smiled softly. 'Grace, I know it's hard, but I think this is going to be a good thing for you. You're going to have something else to focus on. You're going to be a Mommy, yeah? And we'll all be right behind you. We'll support you. You know that, right?'

'I know. Thank you.. Really, thank you..' Grace wiped a tear from her eye quickly. Her hormones were giving her hell already, especially mixed with her current state of mind, so any kind of affection was enough to reduce her to tears.

'Grace, don't cry.. It's going to be okay..' Teresa squeezed the redhead's shoulder gently.

'I'm not.. I'm not upset.. I'm just so..' She gave up talking and flung her arms around her boss's middle. 'Thank you..'

'It's alright, I promise. Do you know how far along you are?'

Grace cast her mind back to the last time that she and Craig had been physically intimate without protection. It had been a particularly enjoyable experience for her and she remembered the feeling of immense emotional satisfaction. She also remembered not having the same sense of pleasure as she had experienced with Wayne, but that was irrelevant.

'About 6 weeks..'

'6? Wow..'

'Yeah..'

'If you say that one more time..'

'Sorry,' Grace smiled and hung her head slightly. She rested one hand on her stomach. All feelings of fear and panic that had earlier been drowning her were suddenly lifted from her. She was going to have a baby. She had the most amazing friend to help her through it. And she was- and forever would be- thoroughly grateful for that friendship.

So.. Now you know :P Well done to Kourion for the prediction. You're not secretly Patrick Jane are you? No, erm.. Please review and tell me if there's anything in particular you want me to add in. If there's not.. Well, review anyway? More hugs and cookies shall be sent out.