Two days had passed since the team returned from their ill-fated retreat. Tim, Lucy, and the rest of the team were back on duty, patrolling the streets of Los Angeles. While they had all recovered from the stomach flu, Tim couldn't shake the feeling that something still wasn't quite right with Lucy.

Throughout their shift, Tim noticed that Lucy seemed distant. She wasn't her usual self—quiet, a bit pale, and distracted. When he asked if she was okay, she brushed it off, attributing it to lingering fatigue from the retreat. But Tim knew Lucy too well to be fooled by her casual dismissal.

As they drove through the city, the day began to take its toll on Lucy. Tim kept stealing glances at her, his concern growing. She had barely touched her lunch, and her face had taken on a sickly pallor. Something was definitely wrong.

"Lucy, are you sure you're okay?" Tim asked again, this time not hiding the worry in his voice.

Lucy hesitated before nodding, but it wasn't convincing. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little off today. It's probably nothing."

Tim wasn't convinced, but he didn't press her. He figured he'd keep an eye on her and insist on taking her to the clinic if things got worse.

As they continued their patrol, the signs that Lucy was struggling became more apparent. She was fidgeting more, her breathing shallow, and she kept swallowing as if fighting back nausea. Tim's concern spiked when she suddenly gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white.

"Lucy, pull over," Tim said urgently.

Lucy didn't respond immediately, but a moment later, she jerked the car to the side of the road. She barely managed to throw open the door before she began vomiting violently onto the pavement. Tim quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and was out of the car, rushing to her side.

"Lucy!" Tim knelt beside her, holding her hair back and rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort her. "What's going on? You were getting better."

Lucy gasped for breath between bouts of retching, her face twisted in misery. "I don't know, Tim…I thought I was over this."

Tim's mind raced. This didn't seem like a simple case of the stomach flu coming back. Something else had to be going on. After a few minutes, Lucy's vomiting subsided, and she slumped against the car, utterly drained.

"We need to get you to the clinic," Tim said firmly, not giving her a chance to argue. "This isn't normal, Lucy."

Lucy nodded weakly, too exhausted to protest. Tim helped her back into the car, and they drove straight to the nearest clinic. The drive was silent, the air thick with unspoken worries. Tim's mind was running through all the possibilities, but he kept coming back to one thought—something was seriously wrong, and they needed answers.

At the clinic, the staff quickly took Lucy in, recognizing the urgency of the situation. Tim waited anxiously in the hallway as the doctor examined her. Every minute felt like an hour, his mind racing with concern for his friend and partner.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doctor came out, a serious expression on her face.

"Officer Chen is stable, but we've run some tests to determine the cause of her symptoms," the doctor began. "Given the severity of her nausea and vomiting, along with other symptoms she's been experiencing, one of the possibilities we're looking at is pregnancy."

Tim felt the ground shift beneath him. Pregnancy? That was the last thing he expected to hear. His thoughts immediately went to Chris, Lucy's boyfriend. The realization hit him hard—if Lucy was pregnant, it wasn't his baby. It was Chris's.

Lucy was brought into the room, looking more composed but still pale. The doctor gently explained that they needed to run a few more tests to confirm, but that it was a likely scenario given her symptoms. Lucy listened in silence, her expression unreadable.

When the doctor left to arrange the tests, Tim sat down beside Lucy, his heart pounding. He didn't know what to say. They had been through so much together, and now this…how was he supposed to react?

"Tim," Lucy began, her voice shaky. "I…I didn't think this could be it. I wasn't even thinking about it."

Tim nodded slowly, trying to process everything. "It's okay, Lucy. Whatever happens, you're not alone in this. We'll figure it out together."

Lucy looked at him, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. "But Tim, if I'm pregnant…it's Chris's. How am I supposed to tell him? How am I supposed to deal with this?"

Tim swallowed hard, pushing aside his own emotions to focus on her. "One step at a time, okay? First, we need to know for sure. Then you can figure out how to talk to Chris. But you don't have to do this alone, Lucy. I'm here for you, whatever you need."

Lucy nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "Thank you, Tim. I don't know what I'd do without you."

They sat in silence for a few moments, the weight of the situation pressing down on them both. Tim's mind was still reeling, but he knew he had to stay strong for Lucy. She needed him now more than ever.

When the doctor returned, she confirmed their suspicions: Lucy was pregnant. The news hit like a ton of bricks, and Lucy's tears finally spilled over. Tim held her hand, offering her whatever comfort he could as she processed the life-changing news.

"I…I have to tell Chris," Lucy whispered, her voice trembling.

Tim nodded, his heart heavy. "Yeah, you do. But you don't have to do it alone."

Lucy took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I just…this isn't how I imagined it happening."

"I know," Tim said softly. "But you're strong, Lucy. You can handle this."

Lucy looked at him, her eyes full of gratitude and fear. "I hope you're right."