A/N: Two chapters in one day. I just got A's on two of my finals so I'm in a particularly good mood. Please keep reading and reviewing. There's some intense drama on the way! Also, I realize that I should apologize for my terrible proofreading skills: I really do try.

Colette felt guilty she had largely ignored Kate ever since she told her that she was pregnant. She knew it was wrong. Kate had been so supportive and she knew she couldn't make this decision on her own. She would have preferred to avoid Kate for a little while longer, but this would be as good a time as ever: She just had to tell Kate what had happened.

She hurried to the room down the hall and opened the door without knocking. However, she stopped when she heard Kate taking on the phone. She sounded upset. She leaned in to listen hoping she hadn't been heard.

"I promise I'll do the drop as soon as I can. It's not my fault we were rerouted!" Kate sounded flustered. Colette could tell from the sound of her voice that she was in trouble. She heard the phone click and she pushed the door open hoping Kate didn't realize she was listening.

"Colette!" Kate exclaimed. Her breathing was still a little ragged. Colette knew something was very wrong, The news would have to wait.

"Hello!" Colette replied with a quick smile. "Are you ready to go out?"

"Just let me grab my gloves!" Kate ran into the bathroom. Colette's eyes scanned the room, why was Kate so worried?

"Okay I'm ready!" Kate looked more herself upon emerging and Colette put her worries to the back of her mind.

"I have this great little Café I have to show you. I've kept it a secret from you girls all this time." Colette clutched Kate's hand and dragged her out into the Paris air. Colette took a deep breath.

"You know, that is what I miss most about Paris." Colette grinned.

"What?"

"The air, I miss the way it smells, its different than anywhere else you know?" Kate smiled, she was glad Colette was happy.

Colette led them in and out of weaving city back streets that had probably existed for centuries, and not once did she get lost. Kate, on the other hand felt as if they were going in circles, every backdoor looks just the same as the one they had passed five minutes ago. Colorful paint was chipping off the stucco of the buildings and the cobblestones beneath their feet were far more perilous to walk on than expected, especially with heels. Kate could hear voices drifting towards them, loud happy ones full of drunkenness on life and Courvoisier.

Either the voices were getting closer to them or Kate and Colette were nearing the voices, either way Kate's excitement and anticipation was pulsing in her chest along to the rhythm of the voices. Finally Colette pushed them through a blue door at the bottom of some steps and into a crowd of French melodies and voices.

"Voila!" Colette exclaimed, "Tell me you have been anywhere better than this!"

Kate realized that it wasn't a question, but even if it had been she wasn't sure she could say she had been. Still, she wasn't sure that this was a place someone in Colette's condition should be.