Just the Three of us
Sequel to 'Baby Makes Three'!
You may want to read the first one before this one so that it makes more sense to you.
Author: Lolly4Holly
Beta: Alisa123 – Thanks so much for your help beta-ing this one Alisa, I owe you one girl :D
Rated: (M – T) NC-17
Pairings: Nick/Greg slash – might be some minor GSR and Cath/Warrick along the way too.
Summary: Trying to cope with fatherhood is tough, especially when Greg suspects the other father is hiding something from him and the past is catching up on both of them, giving Nick and Greg a whole new set of challenges to deal with...
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters. I don't own any of the episodes/quotes or song lyrics I may have used either, I'm just borrowing them for Nick/Greg slash fans everywhere :D
Warnings: Adult content. M/M slash relationship. M-Preg, my second fic after 'Baby Makes Three.' Starts in season 3 episode 22, so spoilers from then on which most of you should have seen :D
Author Note: After getting so many requests for the sequel, I decided to sit down on my night off to write the first chapter, and here's what I came up with. As always I would really appreciate your reviews. This is my second M-preg story the sequel to 'Baby Makes Three'. I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update, but hopefully I should be able to get one chapter to you every week, if I have time. This story has a little more Angst then the last one, since they're already together so there needed to be in order to keep you entertained :D
Opens on Season 3 Episode 22 – Play with Fire!
Thank you so much to: Rachey33 – Jazmingirl – Alisa123 – Katsukura – almostkaity – burrollie – DeliciousSin – Dark Angel Kira – ElisaFanOfSlashers – CrazedCSIJunkie – Noyu123 – Dreamer22 – ken627 – CMAli 1 – janet1982 – nickygirl2405 for either your reviews and your requests for me to write a sequel!
I hope you enjoy this story too. I know sequels are never as good as the first one, but I tried to make it more interesting with lots of new challenges for them to go through. Last chapter of 'Baby Makes Three' ended around April 2001 (around 25 months ago from start of this one)
Thanks for reading, please Review!
Chapter One: Into the Fire
May 8th 2003
Excited to be returning to work after his week off, Greg hurried to get dressed once he emerged from the shower then made his way off to the kitchen, immediately hearing his baby girl's garbled baby babble from her high chair across the room. Tantalized by the delicious smell wafting through the kitchen, Greg searched around for the source, finding that the delicious chicken smell was coming from the oven. "Nick?" He shouted through the house, wondering where he had got to. "Nicky?"
Hurrying into the kitchen at the sound of his name, Nick gave Greg a quizzical look as he stepped around the counter. "Whatsup?"
"You made dinner?" Greg indicated towards the oven behind him. "Since when do you ever make dinner?"
"Hey, I can cook." The older man protested as he stepped around Greg to check on the dinner behind him. "I figured you'd want a full home cooked meal for your first day back. And I have cooked for you before, G." He pointed out to him.
"Yeah... Mac and cheese, bacon and eggs, warmed up a pizza... nothing this extreme though." Greg snickered softly as he took a seat at the counter beside his little girl. "What's the real occasion?"
"Can I not treat you every once in a while?" Nick directed an innocent smile at his significant other before he pulled some oven gloves on to protect his hands then removed the dinner from the oven, serving out onto two separate plates. He then served out the vegetables, checking his presentation was immaculate before he served it to Greg.
"If this is about that moving to Texas thing again... no way." Greg shook his head as Nick set down the plate in front of him. "You can treat me all you like, but nothing you say or do will ever make me want to move there."
"This meal has no ulterior motive. All you have to do is eat it." Nick assured him, handing him a set of utensils before he sat down opposite him. "Besides, that was never my idea. That was my family's idea so that Danielle could play with her cousins more often."
"And by cousins you mean your sister's kids who shoved Danielle into a bucking horses' field?"
"Yeah, that was bad." He agreed.
"Bad?" Greg almost choked on his mouthful of food. "She coulda been killed. And don't say 'kids will be kids." He muttered in an annoyed tone.
"Okay, no need to get so defensive, G. I didn't even cook this for that reason, so why bother rippin' open old wounds and bringin' it up?"
Greg just glared at his partner, not wanting to get into yet another argument about his family and what they let fly in their family's average social gatherings. Greg blamed himself more than Nick's sister's kids anyway. He was the one who let his barely two year old daughter go with them to the horses' field after dinner. His mother was always warning him to watch out for her more often as kids got into all kinds of bumps and scrapes, especially on ranches with other kids to run around and play with.
"This is really good." Greg decided to compliment his significant other who could barely cook toast properly. "My mom give you the recipe?" He naturally assumed.
"You know it." Nick chuckled softly. "I tweaked it a little. Like I didn't use fresh vegetables, I used frozen. And the chicken breast pieces came pre-marinated." The cheater revealed his secrets. "But I roasted the potatoes myself, and cooked everythin' from scratch."
"Anyone can roast a potato." Greg grinned across the counter at him then decided to compliment him again as he could really use the ego boost. "But you definitely roast the best." The younger man winked at him.
"Why thank you honey." Nick winked back at him then watched Greg's expression as he stuffed another forkful of food into his mouth. "You hate it, don't you?"
"No... the carrots are just kinda..." Lifting one from his plate with his hand, Greg struggled to snap the baby carrot in his hands, showing Nick it was still frozen. "But everything else is great." He assured him then went to plunge his fork into the stem of broccoli, flinching as it skid out from under his fork and slid onto the floor beneath him. "Maybe next time you use the frozen vegetables, you should cook em a little longer?" He suggested, struggling not to laugh.
"Okay . . . how about I stick to the domestics of cleanin', while you do the cookin'? Since everyone in this house seems to prefer your cookin' to mine, it works out nicely." Nick smirked as he looked towards Danielle who had only eaten the parts of her dinner that she liked the colour of, leaving the rest of the gooey mess in a heap in the middle that she occasionally poked at with the spoon in her sticky hands. "What are you gonna do with her tonight?" Nick suddenly queried as he didn't remember making plans to have someone sit her.
"My mom's back from her vacation today." Greg reminded him then lifted Nick's wrist to look at his watch as he had left his in the bedroom. "She should be here any minute now. Whoever finishes shift first can pick her up in the morning." Greg suggested as he climbed to his feet to clear away the plates. "She said that we could pretty much depend on her full time now that I'm back to work full time."
"And she doesn't want anythin' in return?" The Texan watched his partner's reaction, knowing what he was going to say before it passed his lips. "Right, quality time with her one and only grandchild is payment enough."
"That's what she always says." Greg smirked before he pecked a kiss to Nick's cheek then leant over his shoulder to lift his finished plate into his hands. "Besides, we get free... night-care for Danielle while we're working. Who are we to argue with the best grandmother in the world?" He snickered as he loaded the dishwasher according to his partner's standards then turned it on so they could empty it once they got back.
"We're leavin' in less than half an hour." Nick tapped his watch as he climbed to his feet to clean up the baby. "Was she still drivin' when she called you?"
Greg nodded as he looked round at the clock on the wall. "She can always sleep in the break room until my mom gets here. Its right across the hall from my lab and Grissom said before that he didn't mind, just as long as she didn't disturb anyone."
"Okay." Lifting the sticky little girl from her high chair, Nick whispered something to her then carried her off to her bedroom to get her cleaned up. Greg cleaned up the mess on her serving tray then head off into the bedroom to check the overnight bag, checking that he had remembered to pack everything.
As time ticked by and still no call from his mother on her whereabouts, Greg decided to text her to tell her that he was going to take her into the lab with him so he wouldn't be late for work. Once Greg received a message back from her, he loaded everything into his car then head back into the house to retrieve his sleepy child from his lover's arms.
"Thank you, you might wonna change your shirt there, Tex." Greg pointed out the sticky finger marks on his shirt, giving him a wide smile as Nick grunted in annoyance. "There's clean ones in the closet, I just ironed them." Greg grinned as he lifted Danielle onto his hip.
"Thank you, hun." Nick stopped him from leaving by pressing a kiss to his lips. "I love you, and if I don't see you, have a good day."
"I will. I love you too. Say goodbye to daddy." Greg whispered to the little girl in his arms.
"Buh bye, Dada." His two and a half year old responded, waving her little hand at him as she rested back against her other fathers shoulder, messing up her little pigtails of dark brown hair even more.
"Goodbye baby girl, sweet dreams." Nick waved after his family then turned to clean up the sticky clothes he had changed his daughter out of. Nick always liked to leave a clean house behind, especially after all of the crime scenes he had been to, so he quickly cleaned up all the other rooms, leaving no trace of mess anywhere.
Once he was done, Nick grabbed his car keys then head off to his truck in the driveway, ready to head into work.
As another night shift dawned at the crime lab, the day shift CSI's started to pack up their cases, finishing off the last few details so they could head home and get some sleep before their next shift started. Day shift supervisor Conrad Ecklie made his way off through the lab halls towards his office so he could finish filing away the case files he had open on his desk. He glanced up as one of the night shift CSI's Catherine Willows walked by, giving her a slight wave as she looked in at him.
Catherine knew it was going to be a bad day now. Ecklie was like the unlucky charm of the building.
Continuing on through the hall, Catherine made a pit stop at the break room to grab herself a coffee. Setting her purse down on the counter, Catherine started to brew a fresh pot with the young DNA lab technician's secret stash of Blue Hawaiian coffee mix. Luckily, none of the day shift crew knew where to find it so there was still plenty left to keep the night shifters awake.
"Good Evening." She greeted her own supervisor as he made his way into the break room. "Christ Gil, weren't you wearing that shirt this morning?" She noticed the same shirt, only it was more crumpled as he removed his jacket, hanging it over the back of one of the chairs.
"Yeah, I got caught up in work. I slept on the couch then realised I had to get back in for another shift." He smirked, setting down his case files on the table. "Is there coffee?"
"Just brewing some now." She nodded as she turned back to the pot to pour out two coffees into the labs clean mugs. "What have you got for me today then?" She inquired as she saw the assignment slips on top of his case files.
"Oh, I'll put you with Warrick. Wife reported her deceased husband. She found him in the garage where he was meant to be fixing the car, but he's now dead." Searching through his pile, Grissom found the right one then handed it over to her. "Warrick should be in soon. I already called him to tell him he's with you."
"Thanks." Catherine handed her tired supervisor his cup of coffee then took a sip of her own as she read the address off the slip in her hands. "Oh Gil, you really gotta send me to the worst parts of town huh?"
"We go wherever the job leads us." Grissom smiled at her as he re-gathered his things and carried them off out the door towards his office down the hall. Balancing everything in one arm, Grissom fumbled with his handful of keys, searching for the right one so he could get into his office. Once the door was open, Grissom turned his head towards the reception desk, spotting Greg signing in with the baby in his arms. "Greg, you know you can't bring her in here." He immediately scolded him.
"Five or ten minutes, tops." The young lab technician insisted as he carried his sleeping child over towards where his supervisor was stood. "The babysitters running late so she's gonna pick her up from here instead. She's asleep though, so she'll be really quiet." He assured him as he held the sleeping infant against his chest.
Grissom let out a long drawn out sigh as his eyes turned to look around the labs. "Okay, keep her in the break room until your sitter gets here. Oh and Greg . . . don't let Ecklie see you." He quickly warned him.
"Got it, boss." Greg gave him a slight smile then searched around for Ecklie before he hurried off towards the break room, checking Ecklie wasn't inside before he slipped in through the door. "Hi Catherine." He immediately greeted her.
"Hey Greggy." Catherine turned her head to watch the usually very immature lab tech set down his baby on the sofa, tending to her like a professional. "What's wrong, you couldn't get a sitter for tonight? You know how Ecklie feels about bringing kids into the building."
"Ecklie will never find out because my sitter will be here any minute." He assured her as he tucked the blanket around his infant. Taking a seat beside her, Greg rechecked he had everything in her bag then looked up towards Catherine as he smelt something. "Is that my coffee?"
"Yeah, did you want?" She offered, indicating towards the empty cups. Greg gave her a nod as he set down his child's bag of things on the floor beside her. "So, how are the terrible twos going?" Catherine snickered as she handed him a hot cup of his coffee. "Lindsay was a real nightmare in her twos and threes. Especially her little tantrums when she couldn't get her own way."
"Actually, she's been pretty good." Greg confessed while Danielle remained fast asleep beside him, softly sucking on the dummy in her mouth. "She's fussy about the foods she eats, but she doesn't throw that many tantrums, and Nick has this perfect little technique to send her right off to sleep. Everything's pretty perfect." He proudly stated as he took a sip of his coffee.
Catherine drew her eyebrows together as she looked down at him. "Nobody's life is perfect. You're either in denial or you're lying."
"I'm not lying, and I'm not in denial. We have our moments... like Nick's family for example. They're a big issue."
"Really, why?" Taking a seat on the coffee table, the curious CSI looked the young father in the eye as she waited to hear the reasons that kept his life from being completely perfect as with her it was always her husband or the fact she worked too much.
"Well... like Nick's sister Kayla. She had her baby boy five months after Danielle was born and he's doing all of his firsts before her. They're even potty training him now, but Danielle's still in diapers."
"I kept Lindsay in diapers until she was three. Don't sweat it Greggy, kids do things at all different stages." She assured him.
"Yeah, but Nick's family don't see it that way. They think it's all down to my shoddy parenting while Nick's always the good guy. They think he's only staying with me for the baby." Greg mumbled as he leant back against the sofa cushions behind him. "Nick always assures me that he isn't, but... I don't know. He seems to respect his family's decisions more than he does mine."
"He's only just started to rebel against his family after thirty years Greggy, give him some credit." Catherine gave him a soft smile then gently tapped his knee. "But we all know Nicky loves you. He's not just with you because of Danielle, she's just the bonus." She assured the younger man, giving him a warm smile as he looked up at her. "Trust me Greggy; Nick loves you... with all of his big ole Texas heart."
Before Greg could reply, Warrick appeared in the doorway. "Aww, it's little Greg and mini Greg." He chuckled his way over to the coffee pot. "Ecklie's gonna kill you if he sees you brought her in again Sanders, remember the last time?"
"The last time she was here a total of two minutes and he completely freaked out at me." Greg remembered than gave out a soft chuckle as he looked round at his daughter. "I think he's just afraid of little people with their little hands and brains bigger than his."
Warrick threw his head back in laughter then leant back against the counter behind him. "Well he always hands cases with dwarfs over to his other CSI's. Looks like you've finally discovered the old weasel's weakness there Greggo."
"Don't be too sure." Catherine spoke up as she turned her head to look round at Warrick. "I've met some of his family and I heard that his older brother is a... little person."
"Maybe that's where his issues started?" Warrick suggested with a smirk then caught sight of the slip on the table. "This one ours?"
"Yep, I was just waiting for you to get in." Catherine gently tapped Greg on the knee as she climbed to her feet then head across the break room to retrieve her purse off the counter. "You can drive. See yah later Greggy."
"Bye." Greg waved to them both as they head off out the break room door, heading straight towards the locker room to grab their kits ready for shift.
"You're in a good mood." Catherine noticed her partners skip in his step as they entered the locker room. "Who's the girl?"
"What makes you think that my good mood has anything to do with a woman? Not everything is about women Catherine." He laughed as he swapped his jacket for his CSI vest then rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbow before he grabbed his kit and checked it was fully stocked.
"Maybe because I know you and you're wearing one of your best shirts today when you know we're going to a crime scene?" The CSI smirked as she knew her friend all too well.
"Well, I don't usually discuss my conquests with the ladies because it's impolite, but there were definite sparks with my... lady friend date last night." Warrick snapped his kit shut then pulled his keys from his jacket pocket before he closed up his locker, checking the flashlight in his vest still worked and that he had his ID in his pocket as he didn't want to arrive at his crime scene without it. "You'll meet her eventually, don't worry about it Cath. I'll even tell you about her on the way if you're good." He assured her as she continued to give him a quizzical look. "So, you ready or not?"
"Ready." As much as she hated to hear about his dates, she was curious to know what he liked about this woman and to know what this woman had that she didn't. Closing up her locker, Catherine checked she had her own ID before she followed Warrick out into the hall, meeting Nick at the elevators. "Hey Nicky, you're running late aren't you?" She remarked as she tapped her watch.
"Had to run somethin' down to Brass." The Texan explained himself as he stepped up to the front desk to sign himself in. "Have fun." He waved after the two of them then head off down the hall towards his supervisor's office as he had received a message from him to see him straight away.
Lightly tapping his knuckles on the door before he stepped into the office, Nick cleared his throat to make his supervisor look up at him. "Oh Nicky, good you're here. Homicide at the Highschool football stadium." He announced, handing the slip over to him once he reached his desk. "Brass is gonna meet us there, getcha kit stocked. I'll be there in a sec."
"Okay." Nick nodded to him then made his way off towards the locker room to gather his things.
Once Grissom finished with the paperwork sat on his desk in front of him, he grabbed his jacket and kit, meeting Nick in the garage by one of the labs Denali's. Grissom climbed straight into the driver's seat as he was the only one that Nick ever let drive him to a crime scene as he was his boss and he couldn't argue with him.
Grissom quickly started up the car once Nick was in, driving them both straight off towards the school to get on with their first case of the shift.
Warrick pulled back into the crime lab parking lot after spending three hours at their crime scene, searching for anything they could that would lead them to their victims cause of death. Catherine climbed out of Warrick's car first, feeling the cold of the night brushing against her skin. Catherine readjusted her hair into a ponytail then stepped round to the back of his car, reaching for her kit and the few bags of evidence sat beside it. Warrick opened the door on the other side, lifting out the two boxes of evidence for her like the perfect gentleman he was.
Even though she had to listen to his entire date with Christi York, he was still considered a gentleman in her books.
"So, you're seeing Christi again this weekend?" She queried as she led the way off towards the elevator. "What are you guys gonna do?"
"Dinner. She's cooking." Warrick answered, following close behind her. "She said since I paid for the first date, she wants to treat me to a home cooked meal as I told her how my grandma always used to cook for me and I haven't really eaten a decent meal in a while..."
"She seems nice." Catherine cut him off, resting her back against the cold metal of the lift. "I never really cook for me and Lindsay anymore either. I never get the time." I never get asked on dates anymore either. She thought to herself as she enviously looked over at the man she was in love with that was constantly thinking about other women that weren't her. "In fact, the only family meal I really eat anymore is the occasional breakfast with you guys." She smirked as the lift doors opened onto their floor.
"Yeah, me too. Unless you count the dinners that Sanders cooks." Catherine raised her eyebrows as she looked round at him. "When I go over to Nick and Greg's, Greggo's always cooking for Nick and he offers me some too." He quickly explained himself in case she thought he was secretly dating Greg. "He's not a half bad cook either."
Catherine chuckled as they head off towards the evidence vault. She tried the door, but it was locked and they didn't have a key on them. Stepping up to the glass, Catherine peered inside to see if she could see anyone, but it was completely again. "Damn, empty."
"I guess we're still between shifts." Warrick checked his watch as he looked around the lab. "Or maybe they're on break... again." He smirked.
"We'll have to log this stuff in later." She complained as she looked at the things in their hands. "At least we get a break before our next case."
"Yeah." Warrick agreed, following her off towards the print lab. "You know, Detective O'Riley told me that he interviewed our victim's wife while we were searching the house. She said that her husband was in the garage drinking and just... 'done fell over." He directly quoted her.
"Ha, yeah the ever popular DFO." She laughed as she dropped off her fingerprints on Jacqui's desk then head off through towards the DNA lab to drop something off with Greg, only he wasn't there. "That's right up there with the 'mysterious dude' defence." She snickered as she opened up the fume hood, setting the container in her hands next to the burn plate. "Honestly, do people really believe we're stupid enough to fall for some of these excuses they think up? Just like Lindsay, she broke one of my mother's china plates that she gave me and Eddie as our wedding china because it's been in the family for years. I found one of the plates broken in the dishwasher, in her defence she said it was like that when she picked it up out of the cupboard, so that means that she decided to eat off it then put it in the dishwasher anyway."
Warrick threw his head back in laughter, shaking his head at her as they left the lab together. "You shoulda heard some of the excuses I used to give my grandma when I didn't want to get into trouble."
Catherine laughed then stepped into the locker room to change her coat. "So, what are we thinking with Mrs Adler?" She queried, kicking off the work boots she was wearing so she could dumpster dive at the Adler's house.
"I don't know, poison maybe? O'Riley looked into Mrs Adler; she had two priors for spousal abuse." He pointed out to her as he removed his vest and hung it back on the coat hanger in his locker. "Seems like a pretty straight up case to me. Nice easy one... for once."
"Yeah." Catherine agreed, untying the ponytail her hair was up in. "Hey have you seen Sara today?"
"Nope, been with you the whole shift."
Sitting at the table in the break room with a brown paper bag in front of her, Sara sighed heavily as she pulled out her usual cheese and tomato sandwich. Taking her first bite, she quickly rushed to dab her chin as the juice from her tomato dribbled down her. "Hi Sara," Greg waved as he came into the room, heading straight over to the couch where his little angel was still fast asleep. "You stopping for an early lunch?"
"Yeah, I didn't get any dinner." Glancing towards Grissom as he wandered off through the hall with some files in his hands, Sara gave out a soft sigh then looked towards Greg tending to his sleeping child. "You don't have a babysitter for tonight?" She queried.
"Yeah, she's just late... really late." Greg smiled round at her, tucking the blanket back around the slumbering little girl. "My mom was over in California for the weekend, she was on her way back here when her car broke down. Thankfully Grissom agreed to let her stay here for a couple of hours until she gets here though."
Sara smiled as baby Danielle softly sucked the dummy in her mouth, peacefully snoozing. "It must be really nice to have a child." She voiced her thoughts, giving Greg a slight smile as he looked towards her. "Sorry, just your life seems so much more together than mine."
"None of mine was planned, it just happened." Greg smiled as he gently brushed his fingertips across his daughter's forehead, smoothing aside her short fringe of dark hair. "But I'm really glad it did though. I can't believe she's nearly two and a half years old already, it seemed to have whizzed by."
"I know." Sara smirked softly, resting on her elbow as she watched Greg fawning over his daughter. "You and Nick are so lucky Greg." The stand in sister gave her little brother a wink then looked towards the door as she saw Greg's mother appearing in the doorway. "Oh... hey, Mrs Sanders."
"How many times have I told you to call me Jean?" She chortled at the butch girl her son used to have a crush on. "Honestly Sara, we're practically family now. There's no need to be so formal all the time." Jean Sanders smiled as she head straight over to hug her son. "You let her sleep on the sofa?" She immediately noticed the baby snoozing against the cushions.
"She's fine. I've been checking on her every few minutes. Thankfully she inherited Nick's sleeping habits instead of mine so she doesn't roll." Greg assured her, pecking a kiss to his mother's cheek as he stepped back from the hug. "Thanks for doing this Mom; I'll be round to pick her up in the morning." Kneeling down beside the sofa, Greg pressed a loving kiss to his little girls head then climbed to his feet, heading back down the hall towards his lab to get back to work.
Collecting up her granddaughter's things, Jean lifted the sleeping tot into her arms, gently resting her against her shoulder as she carried her off out of the crime lab towards her car in the parking lot where her husband was waiting for her. Daniel Sanders climbed out of the car as he saw his wife approaching, lifting his granddaughter from her arms while Jean loaded her things in the trunk.
Back in the lab, Sara took another bite from her sandwich to finish off her lunch and satisfy her rumbling stomach. Glancing up as she spotted her significant other Grissom walking off through the hall with his nose in a file, Sara gave out a soft sigh as she admired the look of deep thought written across his expression. Resting her elbows against the table, Sara watched as he suddenly stopped, flipping through the papers in his hands before he continued to walk on.
Sara climbed to her feet, leaving her sandwich on the table while she tried to flag him down to talk to him, but he stepped into Greg's lab to talk to him about some evidence, so she had to wait outside.
Grissom collected his results from Greg then readjusted the glasses pressed against his nose as he read through them. He thanked Greg then walked off towards the door where Sara started to follow him once again, hoping to catch him this time.
But yet again he stepped into AV lab to see Archie about a video tape, leaving her to wait outside again.
Sighing heavily, Sara folded her arms across her chest, about to give up on her pursuit when he walked out of the lab, marking a clipboard in his hands as he continued on through the hallway, being stopped by Nick before he reached his office.
"Hey eh... Griss, can I talk to you about some time off?" The Texan queried.
"Sure Nick, just lemme know the days later. I'll talk to you about it when I'm not so busy." Grissom assured him then looked at the kit in Nick's hands. "You heading out?"
"Yeah, I just got a warrant from the DA. I'm waitin' for Brass to check out the boyfriend's background then I'm goin'."
"Okay Nicky, keep me posted." Grissom watched Nick walking back off down the hallway before he turned and continued on his journey towards his office with Sara just a few steps behind him.
"Mr Grissom," Judy from the reception desk stopped him before he reached his door, handing over a small stack of cards to him. "There's your phone messages."
"Thank you, Judy." Grissom gratefully smiled, taking another step closer towards his office where Detective Vartann cut him off. "Lou, you got the police reports I asked you for?" He queried as he stepped up to him.
"Yeah... eh... do you have a sec?"
"Sure." Grissom ushered him into his office, closing the door behind him so they could talk in private. Sara gave out a sigh of disappointment as she missed her chance to talk to him then turned to head back down the hallway towards the break room to finish her sandwich.
On her route back towards the break room, Sara heard the sound of glass breaking. Before she had time to look round, the explosion from the DNA lab beside her mushroomed out into the hall, throwing Sara off her feet as her ears started to ring from the extreme sounds of the blast that just destroyed half the lab.
From her position on the ground, Sara could see fires, broken glass and blood.
Glancing up across the hall, Sara watched a conscious Greg lifting his head off the blood ground slightly before he dropped it back to the glass. "Oh G-od... no." Her breath caught in her throat as she saw his pale blue lab coat was covered in blood. She tried to move to get to him, but her head felt heavy from the blow it took and her eyelids were starting to feel heavy on her eyes.
Before she knew it her head dropped to the tarnished lab floor while the rest of the lab crew were running from the chaos in fear for the nearest exit.
Author's Note:
And there it is, the first chapter for the sequel of 'Baby Makes Three'. I don't know when I'll next update as I'm busy with work and my other stories (Something Missing will be updated before the weekend, just as soon as I'm done reading through it and tweaking it a little), but I couldn't wait any longer after getting so many requests from you desperate people about a sequel :D
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and thanks so much to Alisa for beta-ing it for me :D
Thanks so much for reading! Don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you thought.
Have a Great Weekend!
~ Holly