Sorry, sorry, sorry. This is probably quite a lot over due. I re-wrote this chapter an insane number of times, because I wrote the next chapter first and then I couldn't get them to match up at all. So I had to re-write that one too. I had a read through all of the reviews again, after a 'friend' told me that I shouldn't write (yes that comment is also part of the reason this has taken me a while, she killed my muse), and I just really want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart 3 It really means a lot to me that you read, and then take the time to review, so thank you. Thank you all so much! (And I promise this is going somewhere, although it doesn't seem like it is...)

Morgan woke to find herself in a room she was unfamiliar with. Of course, she was at Catherine's. She walked around the house to find the older woman wasn't there; she had probably gone to work. She made herself a quick dinner before deciding to head to work, seeing no point in staying at Catherine's all night. If she did she would end up over analyzing everything, and it wasn't like she hadn't done that already. She took a quick shower and changed, before wandering around Catherine's house to try and find a spare key, in the end she had to call to ask where she kept it. After obtaining the key she jumped into her car and headed to the lab.

It was Greg's day off which meant that she wouldn't have to face him, at least for a while. She knew the confrontation was inevitable, she just wasn't ready for it yet; she needed more time to process exactly what she had witnessed that morning. She was about an hour early for her shift so she went to the break room and made herself a cup of coffee. She sat down at the table and sipped on the hot liquid, she found her mind wondering to Greg. Greg who she thought she knew. The man who was kind, loving and who cared about her. The one who was always there for her when she needed him. The man she fell in love with, and how now she couldn't tell him that, for fear he didn't feel the same. Who the hell was that woman? The woman whose face was now etched into her memory. At this point Morgan couldn't tell who she was more pissed off with: That woman, Greg or herself. If she had told him maybe none of this would have happened. Then again, if he was cheating on her, and he didn't love her then it wouldn't have made a difference. If she had told him, she had to know what he would have said. She had to have an answer, she wanted closure. She didn't want to live her life surrounded by 'what if's'.

"Hey Morgan." Sara strolled into the break room. "You're here early. I just spoke to Russell, 4-19 in Spring Valley, asked me to bring you with me."

"I'll grab my kit and meet you by the car." Morgan said as she stood up. Sara nodded and the blonde walked out of the room.

Morgan headed to the bathroom to clear her head. She splashed cold water over her face and then gripped the cool sink. She stared into the mirror and watched her eyes fill with tears. She was so scared but she willed herself not to cry. I will stay strong. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and scrolled down to Catherine's number. Her fingers trembled over the screen. She hesitated, then locked her phone and put it back into her pocket. I will not be broken. She looked back into the mirror; empty orbs stared back at her. She snapped back to reality, took a deep breath and walked to the parking lot as if nothing was wrong.

Julie Finlay was stood outside Russell's office trying to muster up the courage to knock.

"Jules, you in or out? You've been stood there for almost 10 minutes."

"Sorry…" She mumbled. She walked in, closing the door behind her, and took a seat. "I need to tell you something."

"Go ahead." Russell said, putting his pen down and leaning back into a more relaxed position. He was curious as to what had worked up Julie Finlay so much that she had to stand outside his door for nearly 10 full minutes before he finally had to call her in.

"It's about Morgan, and I need your word that you won't tell the rest of the team about this." Maybe she should have said anything, but she was worried about the younger blonde. In all honesty she didn't like the way the rest of the team had started a conversation about her behind her back, and she was determined not to let that happen again. She hated seeing her friend so detached, and she just wanted to everything in her power to help.

"You have my word, what's going on Jules? Did she tell you that she's in some kind of trouble?"

"Not in so many words, well not in any words really. I just, I just know…" Seeing Morgan in the bathroom the previous day had caused memories of her own to resurface, the hell she went through, and there was no one there to guide her through. No one was there for her, no one who cared.

"You 'just know'? You're a scientist, as am I, and you expect me to believe that you 'just know'?"

"Call it female intuition, or what you will, but I think Morgan's pregnant. It's kind of my 6th sense." As soon as those words had left her mouth she knew they sounded ridiculous, but there was no other explanation, she really did 'just know'.

"6th sense, you 'just know'… are you feeling alright Jules? This really isn't like you."

"I'm not crazy! It would explain her strange behavior, and the crying. It's the hormones." Seeing the CSI so terrified, she knew the look in Morgan's eyes, and it was the same reaction she had when she had found out she was pregnant all those years ago. She was scared and alone, and she had no idea what to do. Morgan was different, Morgan has people to care for her, people who care about her.

"Okay, since you're playing psychic, who's the father?"

"Don't mock me! That's pretty obvious, it's Greg. Have you not seen the way they behave around each other?"

"Okay, so if you're right…"

"Which I am." Finn knew she was right, there was no other explanation.

"Then that explains why both of them have been acting differently lately." Russell stated, ignoring Finn's interruption. "Which would also mean they are in direct violation of lab policy."

"You know there's a reason I didn't want to tell you this."

"Jules, as supervisor I'm going to take care of this. I'll talk to them, and we'll work something out. You have my word."

"Thanks Russell." She was relieved that Morgan wouldn't have to go through what she had gone through. Morgan wasn't alone.

Quickly like to say that if some things are American and some aren't, that's because I'm British and I'm trying to make this American... :)