Title: Scared
Author: Jeanine (jeanine@iol.ie)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sara/Warrick
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Summary: They're all scared…
Notes: For the LiveJournal CSReports "Tragically Hip song titles" challenge.
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They're all in the hospital, all scared, Sara most of all. Nick understands that, is sure that she's probably blaming herself; after all, Warrick did push her out of the way, did take the bullet that was meant for her.
Nick knows that, but he can't shake the feeling that there's more to it somehow.
He gets his chance to ask when Sara excuses herself, goes outside. He follows her, frowning when he sees the pack of cigarettes in her hand. "I thought you quit smoking," he says, and she smiles hollowly.
"I have," she replies, and, off his questioning look, continues, "Believe it or not, I find just holding them helps."
Nick doesn't pretend to understand the psychology of a smoker, instead cuts right to the chase. "You ok Sara?" he asks, receiving for his troubles an incredulous look. "I know," he demurs, holding up his hands. "I just… I don't know. You seem more upset somehow…" As he speaks, Sara looks down, but not before he sees the flush of red suffusing her cheeks, and an unthinkable thought takes shape in his mind. "Sara… is there something we don't know about you two?"
It's a long time before Sara looks back up at him, and when she does, her eyes, while dry, are red-rimmed. "I'm in love with him," she says simply, and when Nick's jaw drops open in shock, it brings the first smile he's seen in hours to her face.
"Does he know?" he asks when he recovers his voice, because he always thought that Sara was pining after Grissom, that she and Warrick were just friends, sometimes barely even that.
"He should," Sara says, with a humourless little chuckle. "Considering we've been dating for the last eight months." Nick's jaw drops a little more, and he's considering asking her for one of her cigarettes, but Sara's not done talking. "I'm not sure though… I don't think I've ever told him…"
Her voice trails off, and Nick shakes his head, runs a hand through his hair. "You're full of surprises," he mutters, more to himself than her, but she replies anyway.
"One more." Nick's not sure he can take one more, but he listens expectantly anyway, only becoming nervous when he sees her swallow hard, fight to get the words out. "I'm pregnant Nick."
There's a long pause while Nick decides whether to believe his ears, echoes, "Pregnant?" just to be sure.
"Warrick doesn't know," she tells him quickly. "I only found out yesterday… I was waiting for the right time to tell him…" She presses her lips together, squeezes her eyes shut tightly. "I'm scared… that I'm not going to get the chance."
She's clearly holding herself together by a thread, and Nick does the only thing he can think of, steps towards her and pulls her into his arms. "You will," he promises her. "You will."
He's very scared that he's lying to her, but he's even more scared not to.