Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Ok, so I have to say I have no clue where this is going. I just had a random idea for it. So if it seems plotless, that's because it is. At one point, however, I'll probably think of a plot for it and then do that. But bear with me until then. It may end up having no plot other than being an RS fic.

And rinskigoddess, in reply to your question about my novel, it's like a real, send to a publisher, thing. As for the making money off it, that would be nice, but first I need to finish it and make it actually be good enough to get published :)

Oh! Also, I've decided that this is probably going to have Diesel in it. So, if you haven't read Visions of Sugar Plums, I'll just give a tiny summary. Diesel is this guy with magical powers. I actually read VOSP (I shall call it that, even though I've never seen anyone else call it that…so whatev) quite a while ago, so I don't really remember him very well. So, if he's OOC, sorry. I just remember thinking that Ranger should have been in that book so there could be some interesting Diesel/Ranger confrontations.

Chapter 1

Kneeling by the toilet, I finished throwing up and then just stayed there for a few seconds to make sure I really was finished, then I stood, flushing the toilet. As I washed my hands and rinsed out my mouth, I worried.

About two months ago, I broke up with Morelli for real. It wasn't really much of a break up, more of a discussion in which we both came to the conclusion that our relationship was going no where and we didn't love each other. A week later, after a distraction job for Ranger, I somehow ended up in my bed with him (him being Ranger, not Morelli or the man I was trying to distract). As before, he left abruptly the next morning.

And that night is the source of my problems. I'm three weeks late on my period and spend a lot of time throwing up. Probably I was pregnant. And probably I should take a test to find out for sure, but I was happy in the land of denial. As soon as I took the test, I couldn't deny it any more. This, of course, was assuming that I was pregnant. Which, I assured myself at least ten times a day, I definitely wasn't. Still, a test would be a good idea, probably.

Having decided that I needed to buy a pregnancy test, I left my bathroom and went into my bedroom. Dressing, I thought. Until I took the test, I wouldn't be able to think about anything else. So, it was logical to take the test and then go get skips, once I could focus. Of course, if I found out I was pregnant, then I definitely wouldn't be able to focus. But, since I'd already decided I wasn't pregnant, I should take the test. There was a fifty-fifty chance that the pregnancy test would be negative. So, there was a fifty-fifty chance I could regain my focus if I took the test, while I wouldn't be able to focus at all if I didn't take it.

So, having decided that it was totally logical to take the test, I gave Rex a grape and went to the drugstore. I pulled on a hooded sweatshirt and put on the hood, then went in, hoping no one would recognize me. I found the pregnancy tests and, just to be safe, bought three different brands, escaping the store as quickly as possible and driving to Mary Lou's house.

I knocked on the door and, as Mary Lou opened the door, was hit with the sound of screaming children. I winced.

Mary Lou noticed. She just smiled. "The kids can't decide what to watch." I looked past her. Sure enough, her three kids were fighting over the remote.

I looked around. "Can I come in?" She must have noticed my tone, because she nodded. I stepped in and, once the door was closed, said quietly. "I think I might be pregnant."

Her eyes widened. "With who? Do you have a test? Did you take a test yet?"

"Ranger. I brought some tests with me. Can I take them here?" She nodded.

"You're pregnant with Ranger's baby?" She sounded stunned.

I shook my head. "I'm not pregnant. But I need to take tests to make sure." Before she could respond, I closed myself in the bathroom and, after reading all the instructions, quickly took the three tests.

I waited the necessary five minutes (A/N: I don't know what I'm talking about. All my knowledge of pregnancy tests comes from those commercials where it's like 'Directions: 22 clear, This pregnancy test: 100 clear' or whatever, so…yeah. If it's more or less than 5 min, sorry, just ignore it) and then looked at the tests. All three said the same thing. I stared.

I was pregnant. How could this happen? We'd used a condom. And it had only been one night. I'd had sex with Morelli a bunch of times and never gotten pregnant. One night with Ranger and I got pregnant. I stared at the tests some more.

Mary Lou knocked on the door. "Stephanie? What do the tests say?"

I opened the door and looked at her. I think she knew before I said anything, because it definitely must have shown on my face. "I'm pregnant." As soon as I said it out loud, I was filled with mixed feelings. Fear at the thought of raising a child, dismay as I thought of telling Ranger, confusion as to what to do about my job and, surprisingly, joy at the thought of being a mother.

"What are you going to do? Did you tell Ranger about your suspicions? Are you two together? Are you and Morelli broken up for real? What about your job?"

As I thought through and answered the questions, I paced. "I don't know what I'll do. I didn't tell Ranger, because he just left abruptly. We aren't together. He doesn't do relationships. Morelli and I won't get back together. And I don't know about my job. Definitely I'll have to stop at some point. But then I'll need to start again because I can't raise a baby with no income."

"So marry Ranger." As I started to protest, she held up a hand. "Just tell him about the baby and, if he has any decency at all, he'll marry you."

"I can't trap Ranger in a marriage he doesn't want!" Not to mention, he has a daughter and isn't married to the mother, so it might not work anyway.

"Fine. Are you going to tell your mom?"

Crap. I hadn't thought of my mom's reaction. The moment I told her, she'd no doubt be lecturing me that I needed to marry Morelli. I groaned. "I'll need to eventually. I can't just show up for dinner one night and be seven months pregnant." As I thought about it, I grimaced. I didn't want to be pregnant. Since I saw Lisa (A/N: That's Val's newest baby, btw, for those who don't know. Such as me, up until this morning, when I remembered it by re-reading 9), I've been wanting a baby a lot of the time. I didn't though, want to go through the whole pregnancy thing. And definitely not alone.

Now I was getting all teary, and I needed some good junky food, so I thanked Mary Lou and left before she could ask any more questions that needed answers. After a quick stop to pick up the essentials, I went into my apartment and sat down on the couch. By the time I'd eaten a carton of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, I was feeling a lot better. So much better, in fact, that I, knowing that this probably wasn't the best food for the baby, didn't even eat the donut I'd gotten. Was I a great mother, or what?

Though I hated to waste food, I knew that I wouldn't resist temptation long. If I was going to eat healthy so the baby wouldn't come out with five chins and clogged arteries, I needed to get rid of all the junk in my house now. 15 minutes later, all my good food was in the trash and pretty much all that was left were some grapes, a few carrots, and some cereal. I suppose the cereal, because it was about 90 sugar, should go in the trash too, but I needed something to eat tomorrow.

Since Rex wasn't pregnant (wow…that's a disturbing thought), I gave him a piece of the donut before I threw it in the trash. Then I went into my room.

I froze. On my pillow, there was a picture. I snuck closer to it and looked at it. After the thing with the Web Master, I recognized a gunshot victim a lot faster than I did before. On the back was a handwritten note: You're next.

I crumpled up the picture and dropped it on my floor and then used my foot to push it under the bed. Not the best way to get rid of it, but it worked. Then I thought. I couldn't call Morelli, because he'd probably freak out and do something annoying. I couldn't call Ranger because he might do the same, plus I wanted to avoid him until I'd figured out what to do about the baby.

I went back into my kitchen and looked in the trashcan. I'd left the donut in the bag, so it was clean and trash-less. I pulled it out and took a big bite, rationalizing my decision. I'd already eaten a tub of ice cream, surely a donut wouldn't make much of a difference for my baby. And surely all the panic and stress wasn't good for the baby either, so the donut was a good thing. I finished the donut and then left my apartment, headed for the office. Licking glazed donut sugar goo off my fingers, I silently promised the baby that I'd be a better mom for the rest of the pregnancy.

A/N: I'm not sure when I'll update next. Probably I won't be as good as I normally am about updating every day, but I don't really know. Anyway, I hope you liked it. Please review.