"You don't have to be sure of what you think yet. After we run the test, I'll let you know." Patricia nodded in Megan's direction. "In the mean time I'll get this delivered to the lab immediately." Grabbing a pen out of her coat pocket Patricia labeled the tube, and offered what was meant to be a gentle and warm smile as Megan then left the room.

As Megan entered back into the waiting room, Larry looked over at her, observing her expression as she wrapped her arm gently around his and they left the office. He gave her a coaxing expression as they slowly walked down the hall. She gave up the silence with a sigh. "It will be at least a day or two before either one of us knows. And until then I take prenatal vitamins and the precautions as if I were." Megan wrapped her hand tighter around his as she hesitantly pushed back some stray hair back behind her ear. "And until now I've had no reason to explain."

"A person does not need to explain if it is not needed." Larry quoted wisely as they entered the frame of the door that led to the stairs. She tried to smile but it turned out to be more of a sad smile as tears brimmed up in her eyes.

"When I was in Oklahoma I was in a great relationship. We were happy and I don't think either one of us were expecting things to change." Her expression grew more downcast as more tears brimmed and threatened to fall--which was an immediate indication that things had changed for them.

His heart swelled, arm tightened around hers in more of a protective gesture knowing that she was here with him now. And for that he would be eternally grateful, even though her pain echoed through his veins like a beating drum. Every word that she spoke was comforting and another reason to believe that she was opening up to him on her own terms.

Her right hand curled around the top of his arm. "At six months, I woke up feeling that something wasn't quite right. That morning I had an appointment and they did an ultrasound." A tear ran down her cheek. Everything began to set in on why she was so hesitant this time. She held her up hands, they were shaking, as if she were cradling a small child. They stopped just at the base of the steps.

His arm unhooked from hers as his hands gently wiped away her tears. She tried to look away but found that she couldn't. His fingers gently touched lightly against the muscles of her jaw. "None of this is your fault, or his for that matter."

"It could have been my fault." She edged slightly upon anger, then exhaled. "I went to counseling before I left after we buried our son but I don't think it helped.

"Does this little boy have a name?" Larry offered, stealing a glance in her direction.

Megan chuckled sadly as she nodded. "His name was Max. Max Cooper Jones" Larry gazed into the pained look in her eyes as his hands interlaced with hers in support, and she offered him a grateful smile.

"I bet he was as beautiful as his mother." He spoke softly as they continued their way down the stairs. He was taking the news better than she had thought he would have. He seemed to have that short look of envy in his expression at the thought of his heart and soul with another man, but still a new sense of ease about him.

She touched his shoulder and held firmly."I know this can't be easy to hear." They continued walking, slower this time.

He nodded once but seemed to have a question in mind. "And nobody else knows about this."

Megan gazed up towards the ceiling "Nobody has to. Ironically I was put into several working projects that kept me in the office. I had been working back in the office before I even found out that I was pregnant. Of course I had to let my supervisor at the time know what was going on but other than that I didn't talk about it. Then after a few months when I could no longer hide the fact that I was, I began talking about it." She hesitated. "After finding out Max was stillborn I had asked for an immediate transfer."

They walked on silence as they passed the third floor sign. Silence breaking as they reached the last landing of the first floor. "When I was up in space--" He exhaled as if a heavy weight had just been lifted just at the few words he had offered. "It was so serene and so calm. However one thing had always been missing." She observed the expression on his face. "I was not just a million miles from earth--the fact is I had to find some way to move on until I could visibly see you again."

"Which is your way of saying there is life after death." Opening the passenger door for her, Larry gently helped her into her seat. The sun's rays cast through the glass, creating a bright warm atmosphere as she shielded her eyes with her hand and closed her eyes momentarily as he rounded his way to the driver's side.

Before she knew it, she was nodding off to sleep. The echo of the car door opening and the engine reveing to life was the last thing she remembered as he drove her back to her apartment. It only seemed like a few minutes and his hand was on her shoulder and stirring her from her dreams.

She sat up and exhaled, taking in a deep breath. Her son's tiny hand that wrapped around hers, faded. Her hand reached for the door handle, only opening as she shakily stepped out before gagging. Larry was there beside her, knowing that he should get her inside the apartment. "Thanks Larry" Megan said with appreciation as soon as he had handed her a bowl and helped her sit down on the couch.

Larry rubbed his hands together hesistantly and sat down on the chair beside her. He watched as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. What he didn't know was all she saw was her son. And It wasn't until a long stretch later of nightmares that she sat up abrubtly.

Walking quietly to the bathroom, Megan closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Her fingers gently ran over four frames that held sentimental photographs, leaning against the wall. At one time she had thought about hanging them in the middle of the wall in her living room with the words 'family' and 'team', stenciled in black calligraphy just above the hanging photos.

The photos had been taken before knowing of Colby's betrayal. And in each one of those photos she was captured with a teammate. Megan grasped the first frame with her hand and smiled sadly. It was of her and Colby, sitting on opposite couches, heads thrown back in laughter.

The conversation came back to her as if in a flashback--that moment coming back to life. "You know I've never heard you sing before."

"You really want me to hear me sing." Colby inquired with a chuckle as they sat there on the studio couch waiting for their turn to be photographed. "I don't think you do." He shook his head.

"This is your one time offer." Megan added with a teasing glance, like as if he couldn't pass this opportunity up. "Come on, Granger. How often do we do this kind of thing. Maybe I should be asking how often the team actually gets together just to be silly."

"Okay, alright--you win." Granger threw his hands up in the air and leaned forward. He paused. "I need a song."

"Yellow Submarine--a classic" David offered as he walked by the couch to get a drink of water.

"Let It Be." She suggested another classic Beatles song as she stood from the couch, ."I' will be right back."

"I'll Be There'" Amita suggested the song, walking by to take a seat by the water cooler.

"That is a good one." Megan called back behind her with a smile and disappeared into the bathroom.

Colby shook his head. "It has to be one that I know." Shrug. "And out of those two songs suggested, I know Yellow Submarine the best."

A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts as Larry peeked in. The frame was still tightly in her hand. "Hey Larry" She breathed out a sigh of relief and let the picture fall back against the others. "Hope I didn't wake you." He stepped into the room awkwardly, shaking his head and pointed to the pictures.

"What are these?"

"They are pictures of the team. I have our picture but I haven't hung it up yet. I was going to have it blown up and place it on the other side of the wall in my room." She got a sudden thought as she stood and interlaced her fingers with his. "I want to show you something." Guiding him up the stairs, Megan stopped when they stood in front of her door. Her free hand twisted the knob then flicked on the light.

And there hanging just above her bed was a big, beautiful picture of Megan holding her son. Larry was sure there was much more to the eye that you could not see. The glint of tears in her eyes held love and a gaze meant only for her son as her lips twisted in a loving smile.

Megan looked down and picked at a thread on her jeans before laying down and patting the empty space next to her. "You ever get a hold of your father?" Letting her head rest tiredly on the pillow, Megan's green eyes stared up at him with compassion.

"I called, but hung up." He shrugged, moving his hand to rest beside her.

"You know I did that once." Megan smiled sleepily. "Look where it got me." She paused thoughtfully as she studied his expression. You should try calling him tomorrow. I think he would be grateful to know that at least you are not a prank caller." Tiredly Megan sat up and leaned against the backboard of her bed as he joined her and she ended up resting her head against his shoulder. It had to be well past midnight and she felt every bit of exhaustion as her eyes closed shut.