"Well," Wendy looked at her brother hoping that maybe Catharine was wrong.

"I don't know if to say congratulations or I'm sorry, but either way, Ms. Grissom, you're pregnant," Dr. Simms looked at Katrina then at his sister shrugging, "I could set an appointment for an abortion if you like."
Katrina shook her head still in shock, "No, I think abortion is inhumane."

"This isn't going to show up on her reports right?" Wendy asked.

Dr. Simms shook his head, "No, I made it look like you came in for a check up."

"Thank you," Wendy said then looked at Katrina, "Do you know who the father is?"

"Actually, yes I do," Dr. Simms opened his file, but stopped to look at Katrina, "Or would you like to find out for yourself?"

Katrina looked at him and took a deep breath, "Yeah, I would like to."

"Here then," Dr. Simms handed her a piece of paper with her name next to a DNA chart and the DNA chart of the father's without a name, then below showed the DNA chart of the baby.

"Thank you," Katrina said getting off the bed and walking to the door.

"I'll call you later with news James," Wendy said kissing her brother's cheek then following after Katrina.

)()()(

Katrina stared at the three files in front of her; she flipped open and compared the DNA. Sighing with relief she snapped it shut and put it back in a draw: Nick Stokes is not the baby daddy. She opened the next, compared and smiled: not Aaron Bates…her baby didn't need an abusive father. The last file she opened slower and snapped it shut knowing that she didn't need to look to know that her assumptions were right: Greg Sanders' baby was in her. She put the files back and slipped the paper in her pocket, without waiting she went straight to Trace to find Wendy and Hodges. Wendy looked at her with quizzical eyes, but when Katrina nodded she rushed over to hug her friend.

"Wendy, it's his baby," Katrina sobbed out, "I-I can't tell him."

"You have to," Wendy said.

"No, he probably hates me now, Wendy I broke his heart," Katrina put a hand on her stomach, "I'll have to raise it on my own."

"Katrina, if you ask me," Hodges said looking up from his microscope.

"We didn't," Wendy snapped trying to shut him up, but he kept talking.

"I think you should," Hodges shrugged and leaned on the table, "it's obvious to Wendy and me that you still like him."

Katrina wiggled out of Wendy's arms and walked off not answering.

Wendy turned to glare at Hodges, "What's you problem?"

Hodges gave her a confused look and shrugged, "I was trying to help."

"She's a pregnant woman in denial, leave her alone," Wendy said.

"Who's a pregnant woman in denial?" Grissom asked walking into the room.

Wendy and Hodges gapped at one another before Wendy responded, "Um, my cousin, Kelly."

"Oh, well tell her congratulations for me," Grissom smiled then looked at Hodges, "You got anything for me?"

"Not yet, but I sent your sample over to Tox," Hodges said.

"Alright," Grissom walked away leaving the two in awkward silence.

)()()(

Katrina had slipped into the office she shared with Archie and shut the door. She emptied her pockets and looked at the paper where she had written Greg Sanders next to Father. She dropped it on the counter and slinked over to the couch, "I can't tell him."

"Can't tell who what?" Katrina jumped at the sound of Aaron's voice; she looked around to see him leaning on her desk.

"N-no one," Katrina stuttered out her eyes shifted to the counter, but then back at Aaron.

He looked towards the counter and walked over grabbing the paper, Katrina could see the different emotions running through his face, but one that stuck out was anger. He put the paper down the slowly and looked at her, "You've been sneaking around?"

She shook her head rapidly, "No, I wouldn't do that to you."

He walked over to her slapping her face sending her onto the couch, "Then how the hell are you pregnant with his baby?"

"I-it was before I-I left him," She gulped, "I swear."

He pulled her off the couch and walked her backwards to her desk; he pushed everything off of it and tossed her onto it. He walked back to the door and locked it, he made sure all the windows where closed before walking back to Katrina. He pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and put the tip against her neck, "Well, we both know I don't want a baby." She ran the tip down her shirt to the bottom, and then pushed it up with the blade, "So I'm just going to et rid of it."

"No," Katrina said, but his free had smacked her hard enough to hit her head against the desk drawing blood.

"Shut up," Aaron snapped, he put the blade underneath her belly button, "Now, I want you to keep quiet or I'll kill you and the baby both."

Katrina looked at him dazed, "Please Aaron, don't."

His blade quickly stabbed into her leg, she went to scream, but he covered her mouth, "I said shut up."

Katrina cried out in pain into his hand as tears streamed down on her face, his blade went back to his stomach, but she flung her hands up trying to push him away.

His blade came down onto the arm that was hit by the knife back on the dam; she stopped moving and gripped her arm crying out into his palm again.

He crawled onto the desk pinning her down as he put his blade back underneath her belly button, "Now, this might sting."

Katrina felt a sharp pinch and inhaled a scream, she moved her good arm around trying to find anything to hit him with she found a coffee cup and brought it up to hit him on the head. It surprised him knocking him off of her giving her enough time to run for the door, but Aaron grabbed her hair pulling her back she screamed, but he covered her mouth, "You little bitch, you do want to die."

Katrina shook her head hoped that someone had heard her scream, the cold blade was pressed against her neck. Once again he moved it down her body, but this time he kissed her neck, "You're such a waist to be killing."

Katrina bit his palm and as he retreated she screamed again, "Help!"

This time something did happen; the window near her desk shattered and there stood Grissom, Warrick and Greg.

Warrick and Greg held guns pointed at Aaron.

"Let her go," Grissom said gently.

Aaron knew he was nothing compared to guns, so he let the blonde go.

Katrina ran towards her dad and was enveloped in his arms, "Daddy."

Grissom carefully pulled Katrina out of the room letting Vartann enter, he sighed, "Put the knife down."

Aaron smirked and dropped the knife, "I'm done…I've done my job taking me away." He held his wrists out letting Vartann cuff him. He was pulled out of the office, but he looked at Katrina and made a kissy face, "I called."

Katrina's face paled as the words slipped through her mind.

Warrick and Greg walked out of the office and looked at Grissom and Katrina.

"Thank you," Grissom said, he looked at his daughter noticing the blood coming from her forehead, arm, and stomach "We need to get you to the hospital. Has he done this before?"

Katrina nodded.

"Why haven't you told any of us? Is he the one that made the bruises on your face?"

She nodded again and leaned against her dad crying harder staining his shirt with tears and blood, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Grissom said.

"Katrina, is there a reason he wanted to all of a sudden kill you?" Warrick asked.

She nodded and turned to face him wiping her tears away, "Because…because…"

"What is it Katrina?" Grissom asked behind her.

"Because," She gulped, "I'm pregnant."

Warrick and Grissom looked at each other with shock, neither bothering to look at the younger man. Greg's eyes had grown wide as he stared at Katrina…there was no way it was his baby it could've been Aaron's for all her knew. He ducked away from the three to go back into the office; he looked around at the shattered glass, desk supplies and files thrown everywhere. The only thing that stuck out was an unfolded piece of paper on the counter, he looked back to make sure no one was watching him before he went over to grab it. His hands began to shake as he read the results, his head swirled and his stomach flipped. He folded it and put it in his pocket so nobody else could see it. It was his baby and she wasn't going to tell him? Why? Why wasn't she going to tell him? His anger went off like a messed up radar and he walked out of the office down the hall, he pulled his name tag off and dropped it on the ground, followed by his gun, lab coat and his hope.

"Greg, where are you going?" Grissom yelled after him.

Greg stopped and looked back at the trail of gear he made then at his boss, "I quit." And with that he left the labs not even stopping to look back at the love of his life. He got in his car and drove and drove and drove not stopping for anything…by ten o'clock he was at his childhood home. He sat in the drive way without moving, his knuckles turning white from clutching the steering wheel. He let the steering wheel go and got out of the car, his cell phone rang in his pocket and he pulled it out: Grissom. He bit his lip then tossed the phone towards the road just as a semi was passing, there was a crunch and the cell phone went quiet. He pulled the paper out of his pocket and looked at it again; he lent against the car and tried to control his breathing, why wasn't she going to tell him? Did she think he wouldn't want to help take care of it? He put a hand in his coat pocket and froze as he felt something, he carefully pulled it out and his breath caught. It was picture of him and Katrina that was taking that night at the Neon Rose. He had his arms wrapped around her from behind, she had a hand rested on his hand and the other wrapped around his head as they kissed. He flipped it over to see a note written in Katrina's hand writing.

No matter what path we take…

I want you to know that I will

Always want to be with you…

Greg, I love you too

Tears streamed down Greg's face as he realized how stupid he was for ever doubting her and not trusting her. The love of his life was miles away with his baby…and she was alone, but she didn't want him to know. She doesn't want him anymore, "I'm sorry to have ever burdened you, Katrina Grissom." He walked over to the creek that ran along the house a few yards away and dropped the paper and picture into it, he watched as everything eh ever hopped for float away into nothing.

"Greg?" Greg turned to see that the front door had opened showing his mother's silhouette.

"Yeah, mom, it's me," Greg took a deep breath and turned his back on everything before entering the house.

A/N: Don't worry…it's not the ending so nobody panic!!!!!