Okay this is my first fanfic, so please go easy. Do love feedback but I hate flames. The next chapter will be alittle while in coming, im a slow writer. Thank you darkcherrydreams A.K.A stardustshadows for beta, your a god send. I hope you all like. without further ado here it is...

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Rating: possible R, not sure of what rating it will be

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Title: Reality Check 1?

Chapter title: Dreaming of the Future?

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" Sara Sidle asked while gently caressing the growing swell of her abdomen. "I hope you pop out soon, you're killing me." she said, slowly lowering herself on the breakroom couch. She had a month till her due date, and it was already getting to her. If this was already making her ready to kill someone, then labor would be hell. Although still apprehensive at the thought of motherhood, she found herself in anticipation every time the child inside of her gave a gentle kick.

"How's Junior doing this morning?" Greg Sanders said cheerfully, walking into the breakroom.

"Greg, would you stop with the Junior thing, I am not naming this child Junior" she snapped, growing increasingly impatient at his love of the name Junior. Ever since they found out she was pregnant, the only name he would bring up would be Junior. His excuse for the name was because his mother liked it so much; she didn't believe that for a minute.

He made his way over to the couch, dropping in front of her, he said, "Don't I get a say in this?" Reaching his hand up to her lower belly, he began massaging gentle circles, while feeling the little kicks the child was sending as a response to the light movement.

With a calming sigh at the soothing feeling his hands made, she replied, "Of course, but there is no way that I am naming my child that ridiculous name."

He knew he wasn't gonna win the Junior debate, so he figured he should stop trying. Besides, there were more important things. "Our child." She rolled her eyes. "How 'bout a compromise: I can pick the last name, and you can pick the first."

"Really? I thought his or her name would end in Sidle," Sara said, placing a hand over Greg's that was still subconsciously rubbing gentle movements over her lower half. He removed his hand a second later; she gave a confused look at his sudden action.

"Well... it won't be Sidle if I can help it." Noticing that she was about to speak up, he dropped one knee to the floor. Reaching into his pants pocket revealed a small velvet box. Her eyes as well as her mouth dropped. A soft resonating click revealed a single emerald cut diamond on a band of smooth white gold.

"Oh my," were her only words till he spoke, soft and gentle.

"Sara, I know you and I haven't been seeing each other long, but I love you. I've loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you, and I know you think I'm doing this because you're carrying my child." Placing his free hand over hers on her stomach, he added, "I'm not. I can't live my life without you or this baby. I love you too much." He paused, gauging her reaction to his sudden proposal. "Sara, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Tears she hadn't realized were there began to fall. Marriage? He wanted to marry her. Her. Miss Workaholic. The Ice Queen. There's no way she could do this, could she? She asked herself, feeling his grip loosen as his hand began to shake.

The silence in the room was almost deafening. Feeling the silence grow he started to pull his hands back, figuring he did it too soon. As he started to speak, telling her he shouldn't have said what he did, she spoke, pulling his hands back to her. "Yes, yes, of course, yes!"

Utter astonishment grew on his face. "Really?" he asked not believing her answer.

Her eyes still glistening she nodded "Yes, yes, yes, ye..." her excited voice was cut off as his lips attached themselves to hers. Becoming completely lost in each other they didn't notice the crowd that had gathered behind them as Greg proposed, showing their own happiness to the news.

Claps, cheers and hollers could be heard all the way to the end of Clark County.

Clap, clap, clap...

"I knew you could do it, man," Warrick's voice blasted as the crowd continued to cheer.

Clap, clap, clap... Bz... Bz...Bz...

"Way to go, Greggo," the cheering Texan yelled through the cheering crowd.

Clap, Bz... Clap, Bz...

A loud shrieking whistle made its way to the kissing couple.

Sara woke with a start, the loud whistle from her dream waking her even as her alarm clock echoed through silent apartment. Slapping the incessant device, she rubbed her eyes. Too many times. Too many times have these dreams been happening. Not the same dream, either, but the same idea. Her and Greg. Her and Greg together. It was starting to piss her off. I mean, if someone would have asked would have ever been friends with her spiky haired colleague, she would have laughed in their face. Now, however, she couldn't see him as anything else. That was her problem; did she really just see him as a friend? That was the question that magically popped into her brain as she dreamt what she dubbed as 'Greg' dreams. The question bugged her overworked brain so much that she needed help from an outside source. And that outside source surprisingly enough was; Mia Dickerson, the new DNA extraordinaire.

Flashback

"Hey Sara, I got DNA off that skin tag you gave me," the new dark- skinned lab tech rambled, trying to give the information as fast as she could, hoping to get back to work before she got behind, "it's male."

Sara Sidle herself tonight seemed quiet and unmoving, sometimes almost drawn, which started to worry the new tech, "Sara...Sara are you okay?"

Shaking off the trance that seemed to have a hold on her, Sara replied, "Huh...what...what was that?"

Even though Mia's job description read DNA lab technician at the number two lab in the country, didn't mean she couldn't go outside her work, when it was needed. And needed it was, if not to help someone who she thought as a friend. "Sara, I know we're not the best of friends, but if something's bothering you, you can talk to me, you know that right?"

Seeing the genuine concern on her now-friend's face, "Well...um, I've been having these dreams," she started slowly, "nothing sexual or debauched, but..."

Confused lines drew on the tech's face, "but...?"

"But they seem so real and it's frustrating me."

"Well, who and what are these about?"

Looking towards the floor, Sara hesitated, her voice low, "Greg and me...together."

A smirk grew on Mia's face, "Well, how come that doesn't surprise me?"

Hearing that statement made Sara's gaze shoot up to Mia's, eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you mean it doesn't surprise you?"

"Come on, Sara, you and Greg are practically attached at the hip," the brunette's dubious look prompted the tech to continue. "When was the last time you hung out with Warrick or Nick?" Mia asked, throwing the CSI off guard. "Alone."

"Umm…" When was the last time she did anything with either of them? "I don't know."

"See," the tech confirmed, proving her point. A smile erupted from her face as she thought of a new question. "Have you ever thought you and Greg could be something?"

Confusion spread across Sara's light features as she tried to figure out where the tech was heading. "...No."

"Well, maybe that's what your dreams are trying to show you." Seeing more confusion add to her friend's face, Mia continued, "Maybe these dreams are showing you what you could have, or maybe there showing you what you want; either way I don't think I'm the one you should be getting an answer about this. Maybe you should try Greg."

End of Flashback

Who is she kidding, asking Greg out? Grissom wouldn't even take her up on her offer of dinner, what makes Mia think Greg would want her? She guessed there was only one way to find out: use Mia's advice.