This fic is a little bit, okay REALLY different than my last one. If you have read my first one, you'll know how off this topic is (my first story is a Fruits Basket story which is still ongoing). I am more of a Nick/Sara romance fan, GSR is okay don't get me wrong, but I'm more of a Nick and Sara person that's all. I don't own CSI.

Accidents happen (working title)

Chapter 1

(Sara's POV) I woke up sick this morning; I had been throwing up every morning for almost a week. I moaned, trying hard to keep it down while running to the bathroom. I felt like I was going to die, the vomit just kept coming. I gagged on it again, discusting. There were beads of sweat running down my face from it forcing its way out, and me fighting to keep it in. I was weak and dehydrated, my legs weren't working right. Straining, I pulled my self up, just to fall back down on the tile floor. "I can't take this…" I said aloud, even though I knew that nobody would hear me.

Yet again I was alone, after Hank and his new girlfriend left there were a couple flings here and there, usually after around or twoat the bar with everybody. Some random guy would buy me another drink; like I needed it. I'd give him my number he'd give me his. And I wound up in his bed. Only once, then he'd never call me again. And for some reason I didn't care. Maybe I was desperate for attention, maybe it was for the feeling of somebody close to me. Whatever it was, it was ruining my life. Not like there was anything left to ruin, as far as I was concerned; life sucked.

I'm pretty sure the last one-night-stand was with Nick. We were really drunk, just having fun with the others at some bar-and-grill, some party thing for somebody I'd never heard of. He had to have worked at the Lab, everybody else seemed to know him; so I tagged along. We ended up taking the same cab to his place. It all happened so fast, all I remember was waking up in the morning with world's biggest hangover. Both of us vowed to never go out and get drunk like that again. We were just friends, nothing else. We didn't want this to interfere with work, so we decided we'd never speak of it again too. Come to think of it, it was only a month ago; one maybe one and a half. Could it be... suddenly I froze. Was I late? Omigod, was I really that out of it? Had I been so worked up about work and this stupid love life of mine not to realize what was going on? Gotta call work, I used all of my strength to get to the phone. I dialed the number franticly. "Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Las Vegas Police Crime lab," said the secretary.

"This is Sara Sidle, I can't make it in today, I… think I may have the flu," I lied, badly.

"Thank you for calling, I'll tell your boss," she said obviously not paying attention to a word I said.

I thanked her and hung up.What the hell am I supposed to do? I thought. Should I tell Nick now? Or wait until I confirm it? I needed to call Nick. I redialed the Crime Lab and used his extension."Stokes," he said yawning. He must've just pulled the dreaded "double shift".

"Hey Nick, its Sara."

"Oh hey. The secretary told Grissom you weren't gonna be in today, doing okay?"

"Not exactly…" I said. I took a breath trying to settle my nerves."Remember our little fling last September?"

"Of course, we said we'd never speak of it again. What are you doing bringing it up now?"

"…I think I might be pregnant," I said.

Silence... "Nick?" I said, trying to be calm.

Allmost instantaneously, the dial tone rang in my ear. "Great... Just great..."

End of chapter

R&R please! I'll get the next chapter up whenever I get the chance. School is coming up soon (It's winter break right now) so it might be a while, sorry!

Tiff ;P