Author's note: Sorry for the delay! But what's with all the Izzy hate... Enjoy & review! Four more chapters + an epilogue and then IQ is done. Unsure about sequel yet, we'll see!

Chapter 14. Warnings

"What the hell is wrong with her? Are you really that bad?" Tom sneered, as the slam of every door leading to the main corridor reverberated through the entire building.
I put my face in my hands and sighed. Isabel was driving me crazy acting like this and I couldn't keep up this facade for any longer. Picking up the phone, I dialled through to M's office as Tom continued to make immature and disgusting jokes. I ignored him - a technique that Izzy and I, felt worked best - trying to remind myself that the woman he so desperately desired, had spent a lot of time in bed with me. Not him. I couldn't help but smile.
"M's office."
"Eve? It's Q, there's something wrong with Isabel, I'm not sure where she's gone."
I heard her sigh through the phone, "M's going to go crazy. I'll try and find her."
"Thank you, check the toilets, she sometimes runs off into there. I'm just a bit worried about her that's all."
"You're so cute Q. I'll go check now."
"Not at all. But thank you, goodbye."
I put the phone down and put my face in my hands. If I could tell Izzy I would...

"So are you and I really over?" Tom leaned in close, grinning at me. I would punch him if I didn't think he could easily pick me up by my ankles and shake me. He was so much larger than I was.
"That's really none of your business Tom."
He scowled at me, "So that's a yes then? My turn! But then again I'd probably get fired for having her over my desk... unlike some people."
I couldn't hold in my anger. How dare he speak about Izzy like she was a piece of meat, "You're on your last warning Tom - I'm not tolerating any more inappropriate comments towards my girlfriend. Or any other females in my Branch, for that matter."
Tom just smirked and leaned in close again, "She's not your girlfriend anymore, mate."
He walked off back to his desk and I glared at him. The sooner I finished my investigating, the sooner I could get this arsehole fired and my beautiful Isabel back in my arms.

Four more strange cards arrived at my flat over the next couple of weeks. It was driving me crazy. Each with random bits of information that just didn't make sense -
"Pedley Lane"
"Freddie & Lucy"
"Henlow Middle School"
"Strawberry"

I angrily stabbed my cigarette out and walked back into my bedroom, getting my things together for work. Every day at work seemed to be making me more and more miserable. I was still being sick every now and again even though I was rarely eating anymore. I hated Tom. I hated Q. I hated Mallory. I hated working there. My sickness and general mood brought attention and Mallory soon demanded I visited one of the work doctors. I was dreading it but I had no other choice. As I got out one of my skirts and blouses, I heard my phone go off.

Would you like me to drop
Molly off before you go to
work? I've kept the kittens
I hope you don't mind.
- Q

It was the first time he'd talked to me properly since I returned. My heart still fluttered. I missed him. No. I hated him.

I'd like at least one of them.
That's fine. When will you be
here?
- I

He took time with his reply and it only angered me.

30 minutes?
- Q

Fine
- I

I threw my silk dressing gown on, over my nightgown. I could easily have my make-up done in that amount of time. Let's show this skinny, geeky freak what he was missing...

I flew open my front door and Q's eyebrows raised immediately at my attire. He was almost cringing. He held Molly in her wooden basket and I could see two ginger fluffs curled up next to her.

"Really, Isabel?" Q sighed.
I moved to wrap my silk robe around myself and snatched the basket from him, "You caught me in the middle of getting ready for work, what do you expect?"
He eyed me up and down and chuckled, "You usually put on heels, lipstick and jewellery before you put on your clothes, Isabel?"
I glared at him, "Whatever. How many kittens did Molly have?"
"Five. The other three are all grey ones, I thought you should have the ones that looked like her. They're rather quite adorable."
"I'm sure they are," I spat.
We stood awkwardly for a moment and Q sorted his glasses, unsure of what else to say. I contemplated letting him in but I knew that would probably end sourly.
He coughed, nervously "Oh and you left this in my suitcase," he looked almost embarrassed as he went into his coat pocket and brought out a small bag. My toiletries bag. Oh my God. My eyes went wide and I almost dropped Molly's basket. Q stared at me, puzzled.
"What's wrong?" he quizzed, looking at me like I was crazy. I could hardly breathe but I tried not to get worked up in front of him. I shook my head.
"Nothing. It's fine. Leave, I need to get ready for work," I rambled, ushering him out of the door. I slammed it shut before he could say goodbye, setting Molly's basket down on the floor and grabbing the bag. I zipped it open and gasped as I took out my pill, scanning down all the days I'd miss. Over 2 months worth. Oh my God. Running to my bathroom as I desperately tried to work out how long I'd been sick for. There was no way. I came on and off the pill all of the time. Did we have sex before he left? I couldn't remember the date of when I last took my pill compared to the last time we had sex. Oh God.

I opened my cabinet, searching for a pregnancy test. I was sure I had one leftover from a pregnancy scare before that proved to be a false alarm. I found it and ripped open the box, my hands shaking furiously. I sat myself on the toilet and did my business, breathing heavily as I shook the test. I put it on the edge of my sink and sat waiting, to scared to move or do anything else. I suddenly reflected on how ridiculous I looked - my most expensive stockings and Dior heels that I loved so much, with my pale blue silk underwear set - all bought by Q. I finally let out a sob. Why was everything so terrible now? I was sitting on my toilet, crying, taking a pregnancy test to see if I was having a baby to a man whose name I didn't even know. God, what would I put on the birth certificate? I let out a laugh and I couldn't stop. Hysteric chuckles turned into more sobbing and I let my mascara run down my face. At least five minutes had past and I took a deep breath, picking up the dreaded stick.

The two lines confirmed my worst fears - I was pregnant. I beat my thighs in anger, letting out a scream of frustration and sank to the floor. What was I going to do?

"I think you're depressed, I," the doctor said gently, "Coming back to the UK and a normal working environment would bring anyone down. I understand the end of your relationship -"
"Please," I interrupted, "I don't want to talk about that."
The doctor gave me a sweet smile and carried on. She was lovely, compared to the last one, anyway. "Okay, we don't have to. I mean, we'll just give you medication and see how things go over the next few weeks. You've been diagnosed with it before, so I shouldn't need to go over all of this again?"

I shook my head and thanked her, taking the prescription and leaving. I felt numb. I didn't tell her I was pregnant, it would only mean accepting that it was truly happening. Making my way back to the office and seeing Q made me feel sick. I wore a large jumper today just out of paranoia - I knew there was no way anyone could tell I was pregnant so early but I was just so scared. I sat down at my desk, fidgeting nervously and biting my nails. Q came over and I wanted the ground to swallow me up.
"You left your computer logged in again, I," he said quietly, eyeing me suspiciously.
I frowned at him, and stopped biting my nail. I couldn't have. "I didn't? I always switch my computer off."
"Well that's not what I.T. have told me."
"Are you saying I'm lying?!" I shouted.
Q stared at me in bewilderment and others stared, "Isabel, don't shout at me. I'm not saying anything - all I'm doing is passing on what I've been told."
"Why do you hate me?" I whispered.
He shook his head in confusion and got closer, "What? You really want to have this conversation here? Isabel, I only told you that you left your computer on."
"Well I didn't!" I argued, tears welling in my eyes.
"I think you need to go home, Isabel, you're not well."
"No! I'm fine!"
"No, I'm sending you home. I think you really need to rest for a little bit."
I looked at him, pleading with him, "Q, please -"
"Isabel, if you leave now, I won't tell M. Please don't cause a scene. Not here."
I bit my lip and nodded. He gave a little sigh and walked away. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and I shut down my computer, sorting my bag and grabbing my coat again.

If only I could tell Q the truth...

I came back at night when I was sure Q had gone. I couldn't miss a whole day of not working and having to stay at home was just making things worse. The only thing keeping me there were my two new adorable kittens which I had yet to name. They were gorgeous. I loved having Molly back but I only wish I could have Q back too. My laptop at home was again struggling to connect to the server. Maybe I was just being stupid and forgetting to log out of my computer. Everything else in my life seemed to be fucking up.
I strolled along the corridor, peering through the glass windowed walls. It seemed almost deserted. Q was definitely gone. I was relieved after the embarrassment of earlier yet still saddened I wouldn't see him. Memories of our night-time adventures made my heart ache.

Something caught my eye in the emptiness as I approached the door and I sank back into the darkness of the corridor. Someone was at my desk. Someone was using my computer. I peered in a little closer, desperate to catch them yet not expose myself.

Yes. I knew it.

Tom.