"Drag bingo went well, then." Katy smiled up at Tina as she entered the office on Saturday afternoon. "I'm just looking at the takings now. Your Frankie did well."
"She ain't my Frankie." Tina snapped.
Looking at her in surprise, the blonde tilted her head to one side and watched her friend carefully. "What happened?"
Letting out a long sigh, Tina dropped onto the sofa and put her head in her hands. "I got totally the wrong end of the stick and I tried to kiss her."
"You got the wrong end of the stick?" Katy frowned in confusion. "Are you sure? I could have sworn that she was into you? I mean I've never seen her not looking at you with puppy dog eyes. Honestly, it was kinda nauseating."
"Yeah, well, I thought there was something there, too. Apparently we were both wrong."
"Oh babe… I'm sorry." Katy moved across the room and dropped onto the sofa beside the older woman, pulling her into a one-armed hug. Tina let out a soft sigh and rested her head on the blonde's shoulder. "I can alter the numbers from last night so it looks like we didn't take more than usual and sack her, if you want? It wouldn't even be out of order, because I know how much you did to help."
"Nah, don't do that." Tina sighed, smiling weakly. "It ain't her fault I got it wrong."
"Well, you know what they say is the best way to get over someone, don't ya?"
"Please don't say it." Tina covered her face and shook her head, already cringing at what her friend was about to say.
"The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else." Katy continued, grinning mischievously. "So we'll go out and get you laid. Know any decent gay bars around here?"
"I do know one." The brunette agreed with a chuckle. "But I'm not in the mood, K. I just wanna forget it ever happened, you know? It was mortifying."
"I bet it wasn't that bad."
"It really was." She sighed. "I just don't fancy going out and getting blind drunk with you."
"I wasn't going to get blind drunk." Katy informed her immediately. She chewed her lip. "I can't."
"I… I can't drink at the moment."
Turning slowly to fix her with a confused frown, Tina attempted to work out what she meant. "Why not?"
"You can't tell anyone, OK?" Katy cautioned her, grabbing her friend's hands and squeezing them tightly. "Promise me, T, no one at all. I haven't… I haven't told anyone yet."
"I'm pregnant." The blonde admitted, exhaling sharply after the words left her. "I… I don't know whether it's Isaac's or–"
"What?" Katy screwed up her face in disgust. "No! God no! Tyler."
"Oh… I think that's worse."
"Yeah, I know."
"So… you haven't told anyone?"
Katy shook her head. "No… I found out when I went for my last oncology appointment. I haven't booked in with the midwives or anything yet. I wasn't sure whether to…"
"You thought about getting rid of it?" Tina read between the lines and looked shocked, apparently not having considered her friend would resort to that.
"I booked the appointment." The younger woman admitted with a wince. "But they had to cancel and I realised that I couldn't have gone through with it anyway. But now I don't know what to do. Telling people makes it real and I just… it's going to cause so much drama."
"What if it is Tyler's? D'you reckon Isaac would stick around?"
Katy sighed. "I'm not sure Isaac will stick around if it's his." She admitted. "But I don't think I want him to, either. We're just… we're not right for each other and having a baby isn't going to solve anything. Whoever the father turns out to be, I'd like them to be involved… but I'm not going to beg."
"When are you going to tell them?"
"I'm not sure… I don't… I don't know what to do about it, T." Katy sighed again. "As soon as I say anything all hell is going to break loose."
"Are you still thinking about breaking up with Isaac?"
"I don't see I've got much choice, babe. I can't… I'm tired of pretending we're happy and it's working. If I break up with him before I tell him about the baby then neither of us will feel obligated to stay together in case it's his."
"Are you going to tell him there's a chance it's Tyler's?"
"I have to."
"That's going to be a fun conversation." Tina chuckled. "I don't envy you."
"I'm glad I've cheered you up." The blonde deadpanned.
Chuckling softly again, Tina leant her head on Katy's shoulder again. "You've definitely taken my mind off my own problems."
Katy rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her friend's head and fiddling with the end of her ponytail. "You're welcome."
Knocking on the front door of Number 27, Katy waited impatiently for someone to let her in. She'd had a call from Nick who had told her that he had something new to tell her about Jason Williams. Arranging for him to meet her at the club later that afternoon meant that she wouldn't be able to pick up the girls from school and she was hoping that she'd be able to persuade her father to collect them when he went to get Ricky.
"Oh, it's you." Denise looked her up and down, before turning and stalking into the kitchen. "He's in there."
"What's Denise's problem?" Katy asked, frowning after her father's girlfriend for a moment, before stepping into the living room.
"Oh, she's just a bit stressed at the moment." Jack replied with a shrug. "The Mitchells aren't exactly her favourite people right now."
"Is this about the Isaac thing?"
"Kinda of, yeah…"
"So why is she pissed off with me?" His daughter demanded, scowling towards the doorway that led to the room the older woman had disappeared into. "I'm on his side. His suspension had nothing to do with me."
"It's not personal; it's just because you're a Mitchell."
"Really, Dad?" Katy arched an eyebrow at him. "I'm a Mitchell? What about the Branning half? Or are you washing your hands of your eldest daughter just because your girlfriend told you to?"
Jack rolled his eyes dismissively. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Ridiculous? Right… thanks. It's good to be reminded you're so dismissive of me and how I'm feeling."
"Yeah, you're being ridiculous." He retorted. "You're my daughter when it suits you, ain't ya? The rest of the time you're Mitchell to the core."
"Have you considered why that might be?" Katy asked him, folding her arms and arching an eyebrow. "D'you think that might be because every single time I've called you or tried to speak to you this week you've told me you were too busy or you had stuff to do? I wasn't even talking to Mum for the last month, but at least I knew she'd be there if I needed her."
"You know I'd be there if–"
"No, Dad, actually I don't." She contradicted him. "Because somehow I'm never one of your priorities, am I? Whatever else the Mitchells are, at least putting family first is always the most important thing."
He looked at her oddly for a moment before rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright, maybe you've got a point. Maybe I could have been there for you more. It just don't seem like you ever need me."
"Of course I need you." Katy snorted. "You're my dad, ain't ya? I always need you."
Exhaling, Jack reached forward and dragged her into a hug, resting his chin on the top of her head. "You're alright, though, yeah? You ain't in any trouble or nothing?"
"Course not." She replied, rolling her eyes and pulling herself free. "But I do need a favour."
Chuckling, her father rolled his eyes. "What d'you need?"
"Can you pick the girls up later? I've got a meeting at the bar."
"Course… I'll take them for a burger or something too, yeah? It's been ages since I spent any time with them."
"They'd like that." Katy assured him. "Thanks."
Sending him a smile and with the plan in place, Katy hurried back towards the R&R, glancing at the time as she went. She was running late and assumed that Nick would already be at the bar. She was eager to hear what he had to say, assuming that he must have something more concrete to tell her than last time.
"Sorry I'm late." She apologised, unlocking the office and walking in first. Smiling at him, she dropped into her chair behind her desk and shook the mouse of the computer to wake it. "I had to pop over and see my dad."
"No problem. I was running a bit behind anyway; only been here about five minutes."
"So? What's happening?"
"Apparently Williams is planning to hit the R&R in the next few days." Nick told her in a low voice. "Word is that a couple of guys are gonna come round when you're locking up and force their way in."
"Right… thanks for letting me know."
Katy looked at him, her head slightly tilted to one side. "What else is there?"
"Well do you want me to sort something to make sure–?"
"No, I'll handle it." She informed him firmly. "It'll take more than Jason Williams to get me running scared."
"I really think you should let me handle it." Nick told her, taking a step closer to the desk.
Katy arched an eyebrow at him from her seat. "Trust me, I'm more than a match for him and his goons." Seeing the disbelief crossing his face, she laughed. "I might not look like it, but I've taken on and bettered much more threatening people than him. Trust me. It's fine."