From: billiereid@yahoo.com   
      
   Title:Another Crampy Day…Or is it?   
      
   Author: Billie Reid    
      
   Keywords: DRR   
      
   Rating:  G   
      
   Part 3   
      
   I was at work writing up reports. It was that time again and I hated    
   doing this. John always found something else to do to get out of it.    
   As I was finishing up and clicked on the print button and waited for    
   it to print out, then saved it and signed the paper. Sliding it into    
   the file I sat back.   
      
   I glanced up at the calendar. It was hard to believe John and I have    
   been together for over seven months now. A smile came to my face as I    
   thought back to the cases we worked on and the personal problems he's    
   helped me with.   
      
   I pushed back my chair and stood up taking the file with me. I got a    
   little dizzy and get a cramp and leaned against the wall so I    
   wouldn't fall. I've felt like this for awhile now. Must be that time    
   a month again. I sigh and take a few deep breaths and push away from    
   the wall and take this file up to Skinner's office.   
      
   As I walk in he tells me to have a seat, to which I nod and do as he    
   said.   
      
   "Thanks for the file. Last thing I needed for that case." He says and    
   lays it on his desk and looks at me.   
      
   "Is there something wrong sir?" I ask.   
      
   "No.. well.. Not really. I'm um.. Asking Kim to marry me and I'm so    
   nervous. It's crazy." He stumbles over his words a little. I smile at    
   him.   
      
   "Just be yourself sir. I'm sure she'll say yes. You taking her out    
   for a romantic dinner?"   
      
   "Yes and a nice walk on the beach at sunset. I plan on asking her    
   while on our walk."   
      
   "That sounds so nice." I smile at him. "You will let me know what she    
   said right?" I have to know.   
      
   "Of course. I just needed to talk or let someone know. It was making    
   me go crazy."   
      
   "Understandable. Well I have to get going. Have to make dinner ready    
   for John tonight."   
      
   "You don't know?" He asks me.   
      
   "Know what?"   
      
   "He's gone on a case. He wont be back for a few days."   
      
   I look from him to the ground and his desk all the while my mouth    
   open in shock. "Why didn't he tell me?"   
      
   "I'm not sure. I thought you knew. I'm sorry. I was wondering why you    
   didn't leave. He said you have family coming in or something"   
   "No, I don't. When did he leave?"   
      
   "This after noon."   
      
   So that's where he went off to. "Well um, thanks." I stand up and    
   take a few steps towards the door. "Good luck tonight." I say and    
   head back down to the office and lock up. I can't stay here much    
   longer.   
      
   Arriving home I head to the couch and lay there trying to think of    
   why he did this. We work every case together. Maybe it was a bad one    
   or something. Who knows. I ate something small and sat on the couch    
   with the cordless phone in my hand waiting for him to call me.   
      
   I woke up and looked around. I realize I'm in the living room on my    
   couch. I sit up and get a weird feeling. I run to the bathroom and    
   throw up. Great, what I ate last night must not have agreed with me.    
   I take my shower and brush my teeth and put on new clothes. It's the    
   weekend and it's a time John and I spend together. I hope he calls me    
   that's for sure.   
      
   I put a movie in the DVD player and sit there listening to it as I    
   still wait for a phone call. As the movie goes on I start to get a    
   little hungry. I walk to the kitchen and get something to eat.   
      
   Hours later I wake to the phone ringing. I jump and answer    
   it. "JOHN?" I ask.   
      
   "Hey sweetie."   
      
   "Don't `Hey sweetie' me. Where the heck are you?" I ask.   
      
   "I'm sorry I took off. It was something that needed to be done."   
      
   "Yeah Skinner told me you went on a case with out me. Why? I mean, we    
   always work on cases together. What's different about this one?"   
      
   There's a pause on the other end. "He did?"   
      
   "Yes."   
      
   "I didn't want you to go on this one.. Because um.. I wasn't sure how    
   long it'd last or how dangerous it'd get. Plus I knew you needed your    
   rest." He tells me.   
      
   "Whatever John. I don't want to hear it. When you get back no asking    
   me to write up that report. It's your case." I tell him and then get    
   that feeling in my stomach again. I run to the bathroom and throw up    
   for the second time that day.   
      
   "Monica? Are you ok? What's going on?" I can hear him talking on the    
   phone that I have for some unknown reason taken in there with me. I    
   lean back against the wall and put the phone back to my ear.   
      
   "Yeah, I um… just think I'm getting the stomach flu or something. I    
   haven't felt good today. Throwing up and tired."   
      
   "Well, get some rest. Relax and stay warm and plenty of liquids. I    
   wish I was there to take care of you."   
      
   "Don't worry John. You always take care of me. I can handle it this    
   time." I tell him and we talk for a few more minutes. We say good    
   night to each other and I head off to bed. I'm still really tired for    
   some reason. It's not long before I am asleep and in dream land.   
      
   It's been a few days. John arrived home the next day and went to work    
   on taking care of me. He's so sweet in taking care of me. It's just    
   something else I love about him. I haven't gotten any better. Worse    
   in away. I can't keep anything down. John ends up taking me to my    
   doctors to find out why I'm so sick. As I lay there and wait for the    
   test results to come in John sits next to me and is holding my hand.   
      
   The doctor walks in and looks at me. "Well good news, you're not    
   dying." He smiles, I'm guessing to put some what of a smile on our    
   face. I smile over at John and look back at the doctor. "Then what's    
   wrong with me?" I ask.   
      
   "Well, you're pregnant."   
      
   I look at him in shock. "Pregnant? Me?" I say as I'm looking for him    
   to tell me again.   
      
   "Yes, you're pregnant. Congratulations." He tells us.   
      
   I look at John and he's looking at me smiling. I can so tell he's    
   happy about this. He leans towards me and kisses me.   
      
   "Here's a prescription for prenatal vitamins. I'll see you in a few    
   weeks." He hands it to me and I thank him. I sit up and John and I    
   hug.   
      
   "Oh my god! MONICA!" I can tell he's really happy.   
      
   "JOHN!" I say back at him and smile.   
      
   "A child.. Can you believe it? Oh my… I'm so happy."   
      
   "I can tell."   
      
   "Yeah well.. It would have been better if I stuck with my plans    
   before you started getting sick on me."   
      
   I look at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"   
      
   He sighs and looks at me. "It was supposed to be a surprise." He    
   starts off and I don't talk. I want to know what he's talking    
   about. "Last Friday when I left. I wasn't on a case. I went to see    
   your parents."   
      
   "WHAT!" I stop him from continuing.   
      
   "I was asking your father for your hand in marriage."   
      
   I stare at him in shock. Skinner must have known. I smile finally    
   once I think about it. "What did they say?"   
      
   "Gave me his blessing. They both did really. I was at their house    
   when I called you. I would have stayed until Sunday night but once I    
   told them you where sick and I needed to get back. They understood.    
   Said they'd talk to us later and hoped you felt better soon."   
      
   I stand up and lean over and hug him. "I can't believe you did that.    
   That's so sweet."   
      
      
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