A/N: Ok, so this is a accidental pregnancy trope. If you don't like those, then I suppose you probably won't read this. It's something I've avoided writing in the past, but I received a prompt for it on my tumblr, and after spending a little while thinking of a way to do it that didn't seem silly or unrealistic, I think I finally landed on one. The reason I hadn't done it in the past is because, I mean, I didn't like the idea of Mindy being careless like that. However, there is a first time for everything. I hope you like it, and if you don't, please be gentle.

Mindy stifled a yawn and crossed her arms in front of her in an attempt to ward off the cold breeze. "You really didn't have to walk me home. I only had a couple shots of tequila." She reached up to brush away the hair that had blown in her face. "Ok, like six… and some wine… and.. well yeah."

Danny, walking along beside her, gave her a sidelong glance. She was clearly feeling very buoyant from the alcohol, but she was nowhere near wasted. "We live in the same area. It's not a big deal." His hands were tucked into his pockets, his leather jacket zipped all the way up.

Tonight had been pleasant, if not amazing. The office had gone out for drinks in an attempt to bond or something. She'd spent the majority of the night listening to Morgan argue with the bar tender about the best way to make a martini, and the other half of the night guarding Betsy from the pigs that seemed to be magnetically drawn to her when she had a drink in her hand. And Mindy herself hadn't been hit on once.

Granted, it was a pub, and not a club teaming with single guys looking to hook up, but she still expected at least one person to offer to buy her a drink. And it definitely didn't help that Tamra was basically beating guys off with a stick. She couldn't count the number of times she'd heard her say, "Move along, I got me a boyfriend, and he just bought me a New Car, so I'm not looking for a second sugar daddy."

So she was feeling a little miffed and more than a little old. She trudged along in the brisk air, just wishing she was home already, tucked into her fuzzy pajamas, scrolling through Netflix looking for a cheesy movie to watch.

She was brought out of her slightly melancholic thoughts by the buzzing of her phone in the pocket of her jacket. It was Betsy. The last time she had seen her she was trashed after drinking one and a half beers and telling everyone in hearing distance that she loved them. Dr. L. I just wanted you to know, I'm so glad I met you, and you are my best friend. See you, Monday. She chuckled to herself. Poor Betsy knew so few people in the city.

Mindy glanced up, noting they were almost to her place, before looking down at her phone again. Danny still walked along beside her silently. She swiped over to her Facebook app, idly scrolling through updates and notifications.

She stopped abruptly, mouth agape, staring at the screen of her phone. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Danny had taken half a dozen strides before he realized she was no longer beside him. He stopped and called back to her. "Mindy, come on, it's getting late."

She jammed her phone back in her pocket, crossing her arms even tighter than before and stomped back up to him, not pausing when she reached him, instead marching on past in determined manner.

She wanted to make it into her building before giving into the urge to cry. She rounded the corner, and her stoop came into her line of vision. She breathed a temporary sigh of relief at the sight, quickly calling out over her shoulder at Danny's advancing figure. "Thanks, Danny. Goodnight."

She ran up the steps to the door, her cold fingers fumbling with her keys, tears welling in her eyes making it even more difficult to find the right one. She heard heavy steps fly up the stairs behind her before a hand latched onto her elbow, turning her around.

She stared up at Danny's face, his features lined with irritation, and something broke in her. She blinked and let the tears fall, hiccupping sobs catching in her chest. "G-go a-aw-way, p-please."

The irritation quickly faded from his face. He was breathing a little harder than normal, having ran a bit there at the last to catch up with her. He was completely at a loss. "Min, what is going on?"

She turned back to her door, finally finding the right key and jamming it in the lock. She twisted the key in the lock, keeping her attention on her hands. "N-nothing. It's stupid. I'll see you tomorrow."

She swung the door open, attempting to slip away from Danny, but he followed close behind. She ignored the fact that he was still with her and marched over to the elevator, punching the button.

Without looking at him she said, "Danny, please just let be me pathetic by myself." The door whooshed open and she got in, but he still followed her. She gave him a second to get off, but when he didn't she just hit her floor number.

"I'll leave, as soon as you tell me what's going on. Is someone dying or something?"

Her face crumpled up. "Yeah… Me." She let out a little wail.

Alarmed, Danny grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. "Mindy, what the hell are you talking about? Are you sick?"

She shook her head in denial, reigning in the sobs a little. "I'm going to die one day, all alone, and the cats I've collected to keep me company are going to eat my corpse before anyone finds me." On the last word she started crying again, this time leaning into him, doing her best to soak the front of his shirt.

Realizing she was just being dramatic, he felt the icy hand that had clenched around his heart release. His fingers relaxed on her shoulders as he tentatively encircled her in a hug, patting her on the back. "Min, you can, uh, tell me about it, if you want."

The elevator dinged and the doors came open. She pulled away from him and turned to the hall. "It's really stupid. I'm just overreacting." She took a deep breath, brushing at the tears still wetting her cheeks. "Josh is having a baby, or rather, his wife is."

Danny followed her as she made her way to her apartment, unsure of what to do with himself. Sensing she wasn't done, he remained quiet.

"And, I mean, it really is stupid. I don't want Josh. I don't want to have kids with someone like that. Hell, with a wife like his, it may not even be his child, but there's this little green monster inside of me that seethes with jealousy when I see those stupid Facebook notifications." She became more and more irritated as she spoke. "It's like, every time I look at this stupid thing, I get smacked in the face with how alone I am."

She hefted it in her hand, and without hesitation threw it across the room. It bounced on the hardwood floor with a thud. "How can someone so awful get everything they've ever wanted?" The volume of her voice increased. "Danny, am I a bad person?" The tears began to flow again.

Danny felt uncomfortable, completely unsure what to do in this situation. He'd only seen her brazenly bold confidence slip once before, after that awful day at the women's prison. That time he'd tried to make her laugh. But this was so much worse, and he didn't think that would work. He took a step toward her, awkwardly drawing her into a hug. He felt her shaking with sobs against him. "Is this really about Josh?"

She shook her head against him. Mumbling, "No" into his shirt.

Her hiccupping sobs began to slow as she relaxed into his loose embrace. She sniffled, the scent of cologne and something else filling her nostrils. Something shifted inside of her. This always seemed to happen at the most inconvenient times. While not drunk, alcohol brought everything she was feeling to the surface.

She'd ran the gamut tonight, going from pleasantly content to swimming in a bottomless pit of despair in the course of twenty minutes, and now she was huddled in Danny's arms, a feeling of lust creeping up on her. For Danny? She took another deep breath and slipped her arms around his waist, sighing contentedly.

He felt her relax in his arms, hardly believing that calming her down could have been so easy. Just as he was about to let her go. He felt her arms tighten around him and her lips press against neck. He immediately tensed, pushing her away at arm's length. "Mindy, what are you doing?"

His movement did little to dampen her amorous advances. She reached forward, clutching at his shirt to pull him back to her, this time latching onto his lips. He gave in for a second, reaching up to cup her face with his hands, still feeling the dampness leftover from her bout of tears. After a few seconds, he broke away panting. "Mindy, this isn't—"

She cut him off, looking up at him with a pleading expression in her eyes. "Please, just let me have this. Just tonight. I don't want to be alone."

Something inside of Danny snapped. He'd always been attracted to her physically, early on he'd tried to tamp it down, but it was still there. Lately he'd begun to care about her wellbeing in a way that was wholly new to him. They were both single at the moment. No one would get hurt if they gave into this urge, just this one time. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it before. He'd just never been able to imagine any series of events that would lead to it.

He swallowed hard, nodding in acquiescence. Pulling her to him roughly, kissing her roughly until her lips were swollen, reaching around to grasp her ass and press himself closer to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging herself up against him.

He pulled away from her long enough to grunt. "Bedroom." She nodded as he dragged her across the apartment. She smiled to herself. So this was happening.

Danny woke slowly. The light of late morning landing harshly on his closed eyes. For a moment he was disoriented, and couldn't figure out why there were so any pillows behind his head. He slowly opened his eyes, taking in the interior of Mindy's bedroom. Everything rushed back to him, and he felt warmth pool in the pit of his stomach, a lazy half grin spreading across his face.

She wasn't in the bed with him though. That was odd. He'd always pictured her as the type to laze Saturday morning away tucked in bed, especially if she had someone else there with her. He heard noises coming from her giant closet.

She stepped back out into the room, pulling on a cardigan over her brightly patterned blouse. She smiled brightly at him. "Oh, good. You're awake." She walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It's almost nine. I have to head over to Gwen's for a thing." She reached over to her night stand, grabbing her clutch. "Can you lock the door when you leave?"

Danny's shoulders slumped slightly. He wasn't disappointed exactly, but he'd sort of expected the morning to go a little differently. He quickly brushed away the troublesome feeling. "Uh, yeah, no problem."

She smiled at him again before hopping up and heading toward the door. She glanced back at him, eyes sparkling. "Oh, and Danny, thanks, really. I needed that. Sometimes you just have to let things go and have a little fun." She bit her bottom lip. "I hope this doesn't change anything between us. I know you probably want to get things back to the way you were, and so do I. So, uh, you know. Still friends?"

So it was a one-time thing then. Ok. That was fine, even though he'd always sort of though if he ever made a move in that direction it would result in something more. He pulled back from his thoughts a little and returned his attention to her. She was gazing at him hopefully, waiting for an answer. "Of course. Friends. See you at work Monday." He grinned at her, the expression not quite reaching his eyes.

She smiled at him again as she slipped out the door, yelling out across the apartment. "Don't forget to lock up!"

Danny sat up in her bed, feeling a little bit muddled. He'd just been hit by hurricane Mindy and he wasn't exactly sure what the damages were. He slipped out of her bed and got dressed. He'd just half to chalk this up to impulsiveness. If she wasn't going to let it make their friendship awkward, then neither was he. He only had to tell himself that five or six times before he really believed it.

By the time Wednesday rolled around Mindy was exhausted. She opened her locker, and grunted at the disheveled reflection staring back at her from the tiny mirror stuck to the door. She put her hand over it. "That's enough of that." She'd just had a horrible night.

She'd had an emergency c-section late in the evening, and before she could even change back into her street clothes, she got another page for a different patient. Twins that had decided to come early, she'd spent a good deal of time monitoring the progression of the labor and checking the mother's vitals.

Now it was 4 a.m. and she didn't even feel like taking her scrubs off. She just needed to get the jacket she kept in her locker so she could walk home and not freeze to death.

She draped it over her shoulders, threading her arms through the sleeves and slamming the locker shut. As she exited the hospital she tucked her hands into her pockets to keep the warm. She paused when she felt a hard plastic object it the left one. She stopped in her tracks, a horrifying realization settling over her.

She grasped the object and pulled it out of her pocket. It was a round little flesh toned disc. She hit the little button on the side and it popped open, displaying a circle of different colored pills. It was her birth control, and it had been in the pocket of this jacket since she'd left it in her locker last week. Shit.

Her mind was spinning, trying to calculate the number of days she'd forgotten to take it. It was way too many to make up for by taking an extra dose. She'd been off of it for about seven days, the middle of which had been Friday night. With Danny.

She finally unfroze and started to head back to her apartment. She was talking to herself. "Relax. It's too early to tell anything. You're no spring chicken, no fertile Myrtle. It's probably nothing to worry about." She had to focus on taking even breaths so she wouldn't hyperventilate.

How could she have forgotten? She mentally berated herself. For god's sake, she was a gynecologist. Of all the areas of her life that could be a disaster, this shouldn't be one of them. She felt the overwhelming urge to cry, but didn't want people in the street to stare, so she sucked it up.

Maybe she was being too hard on herself. She had recently switched from the shot to the pill, and her schedule was so hectic that it had really been a pain to remember taking it every day. She never knew where she was going to be at any given time. She got called to the hospital at all hours, and she was always running errands around the city. She'd taken to carrying it around with her so she wouldn't forget. That's how it had ended up in the pocket of the jacket hanging in her locker at the hospital.

And it isn't like she'd had a real need for it. It had been an embarrassingly long time since she'd been with anyone. Until Friday night. Until Danny. Oh hell. Her panic began to creep back up again. It was another couple weeks until she could know for sure. Until then, she'd have to find some way to keep this anxiety at bay. She practically ran the last hundred yards to her building.

When she was finally back safely in her apartment, she ran a hot bath, and sat in it in a dazed state until the water was too cold for her to handle. Should she tell Danny? She was sure it was a bad idea, at least until she knew for sure.

Two weeks later, she sat there, alone in her bathroom, staring at the stick in front of her. Was that a line? Maybe. She knew she'd taken the test too early, but she hadn't been able to wait any longer. She knew all the pitfalls of taking the test too early. The HCG levels measured in the test would be too low at this time to cause a reaction. She squinted at it again. There was a faint line. She'd dealt with women who had taken the tests early and mistaken an evaporation line for a positive. They were always so disappointed when she ran the blood test and examined them. She hated causing that disappointment for other women.

Right now, she knew she should be hoping for a negative, but there was a part of her that felt giddy at the prospect of having a child. It was something that had seemed an impossibility not too long ago, and now it was there in front of her, so close she could almost touch it. But with Danny? Should she want that? She had barely registered the thought before a feeling of giddy warmth enveloped her.

She felt something for him. That was for sure, but she didn't quite know what it was. She sighed and dropped the stick in the trash beside the six other identical ones she'd already taken. She'd give it one more week, and then she'd schedule an appointment with someone at another practice to check for sure.

She'd arrived at the clinic wearing her biggest Jackie-O glasses and a black scarf wrapped around her head. One disadvantage to being an OBGYN in New York was you pretty much ran in the same circles as all the other OBGYN's. She was terrified of seeing some random person she knew. She even gave her go-to alias when she'd made the appointment, hoping no one she knew would recognize her name on the books.

She was now sitting uncomfortably clad in an open backed gown, waiting for Dr. Miranda O'Reily to come into the exam room. Just as she was wondering where the woman had disappeared to, when the door opened again. Mindy wet her lips in nervousness as she stared at the file in the other woman's hands. "So?"

"Well, Ms… Silverado?..." She looked at Mindy dubiously. "Looks like you're pregnant. About–"

"Three weeks, I know." Mindy was so conflicted. She was terrified at the prospect of telling Danny about all of this, but she couldn't find it in herself to be upset. She crossed her arms over her abdomen, feeling a bloom of unexpected happiness in her chest. Oh this was going to be the biggest mess ever, but at this very moment, she wouldn't change a thing.