Okay so here I ahave a few announcements. One is that I have been getting reviews saying tis story is too fast paced. I thank you all for giving your honest opinions because that gives me the opertunity to explain. You see I wrote this awhile back and felt having it fast paced was best because I didn't want people to get bored. I'm sorry to have to inform all that didn't like it that the whole story is fast paced like that. I hope you will still read though.

My second announcement is a personal shout out to CountryCutie45! I am so happy you like the songs ^_^ I'm a big country fan aso there will be a lot of those in here. Hope you keep reading and giving your wonderful reviews!

Alright so without any further delay...chapter 11! Enjoy it guys!

It was a week after my brothers funeral. I was sitting on the couch currently, still trying to get over the nerve of my mother. Reid walked in and sat down next to me with two plates of food. He put them on the table in front of the couch and then put his arm around me. I laid my head on his shoulder.

"What's on TV?" He asked.

Chuckling at how casual that was I said, "I don't really know. Are we ever going to unpack my stuff?" I had decided to give into his pleas he'd been giving me since my brother died, and moved in with his just that morning. My furniture was being donated to charity but all my paintings, knick-knacks, and of course clothes and stuff were sitting in boxes scattered about the room. Spooky was hiding under Reid's bed and giving me the cold shoulder for putting him in a crate.

"Yeah but can I please get a shower first?" He asked giving me the signature Reid puppy dog eyes.

I elbowed him and said, "Go on get out of here!"

"Owe okay okay!" He said getting up and walking to his room…or our room now. It was convenient that his room had the bathroom but it was awkward to have to go through his room to get to the only bathroom in the house. All in all, it was quaint an just the right size. Kitchen and living room downstairs, and then upstairs the master bedroom with the bathroom, and a guest bedroom. Reid wouldn't let me take the guest bedroom. He said his house was my and Spooky's now so I roomed with him and Spooky got the used-to-be vacant guest room for his litter box, bed, cat tree, scratching post, and all his other kitty stuff. I heard the shower going upstairs and turned the TV to a better channel. A horror film was on so I dared it and sat alone for about a half hour watching the gore and listening to the screams. Then I could've sworn I actually heard somebody yell in pain. In fact I did.

"Ouch! Spooky get off!" I heard Reid yell. I jumped up and ran up the stairs. There was Reid with a towel wrapped around him and Spooky latched onto his leg. I ran over and pried Spooky off. Reid limped over to the bed with blood running down his leg.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" I asked him with Spooky still in my hands. I tossed him out the door and said, "Shoo! You stupid feline!" I immediately shut the door and went over to Reid. His leg was cut wide open. I was regretting not clipping Spooky's claws at that moment.

"I'm good. Its just a cat scratch." Reid said.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know I guess he jut doesn't like me. One moment I'm trying to get dressed and the next I'm being attacked." he told me. I left to let him get dressed, then he came down and let me doctor his leg a little. By time that was done it was about 10:00pm and I was super sleepy.

"I think I can wait to unpack till tomorrow. We do have all weekend after all unless a case comes up." I told him.

"Me too. Come on, lets go to bed." He got up from the floor and helped me up, then we went to bed. I was out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow. I didn't even care it was my first night in a new house. I was too exhausted to care. It also helped that Reid had his arms around me.

Later that night, I woke up and it felt like the bottom of my stomach had dropped out. I almost threw up all over Reid's bed, but thankfully was able to jump up and run to the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and threw up until there was nothing to throw up anymore. That's when I heard Reid come up behind me.

"Chealsee are you alright?" He asked, taking my hair and holding it back for me. I nodded, still gagging every now and then. "I'm gonna go get you some Pepto-Bismol from the store down the street." he said when I was able to stand up without worry of puking on his floor.

"You don't have to do that." I told him.

"Don't worry about it. You just lay down and rest. I'll be back soon." And with that he was down the stairs and I heard the door shut a few minutes later. I did as I was told and climbed into bed. Before I knew it I was opening my eyes to see a clock that said 6:33am. I sat up and looked around for Reid. I was defiantly feeling better but I was too worried about Reid to notice at the time.

I went downstairs and called, "Reid you down here?" No answer and no note to be found. He should be back by now. I thought. I waited around for a few hours, hoping he was just out for the morning or something but by 9:30am, I panicked. So I picked up my phone and called Morgan, so panicked by that point I was crying.

"Morgan." I heard him say at the other end.

"Morgan this is Chealsee." I said.

He must've read the tone of my voice because the first thing he said was, "Chealsee what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No it's Reid. He left last night at about 12:00am to get some medicine for me at the store and he's not back yet. The store's just down the street." I explained, starting to hyperventilate.

"Calm down kid. I'll bring the rest of the team over and we'll resolve this." Morgan told me. He'd been very gentle to me ever since my brother's death.

"Okay." I said and we both hung up.

Awhile later the whole team showed up at Reid's house and started looking around the area for him. He was nowhere to be found. So we called in the police and other local detectives to help. The day passed and then the next…and the next…and the next. I was breaking down but never in front of the team. Almost a month passed and everyone was saying he was probably never going to be found alive. I kept getting sick off and on but then it would just go away. So one day when I was told to go and get rest, I went to the doctor's office instead. They did an ultra sound on my stomach to see if it might be a problem of blockage of some kind. Afterwards I was waiting in the room for my results and the nurse came in.

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong but we have a question for you." She said. I nodded and she proceeded. "Ms. Ellwood, is there any way you could be pregnant?" She asked. My heart jumped.

"No. No I am not pregnant!" I said.

She put her hand on mine and said. "Dear all signs point to yes. I would advise you to go home and take a pregnancy test. Its possibly to early for us to tell on the ultra sound so that's doctors orders."

After stopping by the store and getting a few pregnancy tests I went home….to Reid's home…to use them. After taking one I waited and then checked. A + mark had shown up.

"No!" I said and so I took another one, waited, and then looked. Another + mark. I refused to believe it so I took another. And what do you know, another + mark. I sunk against the wall in a daze, and then began crying. How could this be happening. My boyfriend had been missing for a month and now in the "assumed dead" category, and I was pregnant with his child.

I hope that was enjoyable and that you all still enjoy it after the news about the fast pace :( please R&R I love all your opinions and ideas!