"i'm not telling him." I cross my arms and look away. Nick sighs in exasperation.
"Sara, you have to tell him."
"Last time I checked, you can't tell me what to do."
"Fine then! bUt how do you except to hide this?"
"Leave? I don't know, Nicky."
"Sara, just tell him."
"No."
A WEEK EARLIER
This must be an error. Yeah! That's what it is! After all, 99.99% accuracy isn't always right. I stare at the plus sign, as if looking at it long enough will change it. I can't be pregnant. There is no way in hell. I look down at my flat stomach. A baby ca't be in there! It's impossible. And I haven't had sex in…Oh, crap. I groan and run my fingers through my hair.
"Sara?" I stuff the test in my pocket and walk over to my front door, which someone is banging on.
"Hey, Nicky."
"Did you forget?
"Forget what?"
"Movies and beer. Remember? We do it every week?"
"Oh, yeah. Tough case, I totally forgot. Come in, I'll grab the beer." He nods, walking in and falling onto the couch while I grab a beer and throw some popcorn in the microwave. I walk over to the couch and pass the cold bottle to Nick.
"You usually have two." Nick says, looking at me quizzacly.
"Wonder why your a CSI. Your powers of observation are wonderful." I smirk. "I just don't really want one." The excuse is flimsy, and I hope he doesn't see right through it. I never skip beer. The microwave dings and I hop up to retrieve the popcorn. Something falls out of my pocket, but I ignore it. I put the popcorn in a blue bowl and walk back over to Nick. He's holding my test. I drop the bowl, ignoring when it breaks into a million pieces.
"Care to explain?" He holds it up to me, revealing the plus sign I've been trying to forget about.
"Where did you get that?" My voice is shaking.
"Fell out of your pocket."
"It's a friends."
"Sure." We both see right through my lie, and I try to think up an explanation.
"Um…"
"It all makes sense now."
"What?"
"The puking," He says, referring to the better half of this week, which I spent in the LVPD bathroom. "The moodiness," Today, Hodges had made one of his typical remarks. I had burst into tears then run to the bathroom to throw up. "The sleepiness," Almost daily, I fall asleep on the break room couch, completely exhausted. And as an insomniac, this was incredibly rare. "And the lack of beer."
"I'm probably not, you know."
"Really? Because I have 5 sisters, all of whom have been pregnant, who I can call who I'm sure will disagree." I groan and sit down next to him, ignoring the spilled popcorn. I run my fingers through my hair and collapses into him.
"This cannot be happening, Nick. It was a stupid one night stand! I thought a chemist would be smart enough to put on a freaking condom!"
"A chemist?" He looks at me.
"I said that out loud?"
"Yep."
"Shoot." He laughs a little.
"So, Greg's the father." It sounds like more of a statement then a question.
"What makes you say that?"
"You've been avoiding each other for three weeks, and he wouldn't be working in DNA if he wasn't a chemist."
"We could be ignoring each other because of an argument, you know."
"What do you have to fight about?"
"Um…"
"Exactly." He takes a swig of beer. "So are you going to tell him?"
"No."
"Sara, you have to tell him!"
"What's there to tell?"
"The fact that you're pregnant, Sar."
"I might not be."
"Then why don't we get your blood taken? Since your in such denial, then."
"Fine."
ONE WEEK LATER
"Why won't you just tell Greg?" He says, staring at me. Fine, maybe my blood test had confirmed pregnancy. But there was no way I was telling Greg.
"Tell me what?" Greg walks into the break room, and I mentally hit Nick. And myself. And Greg.
"Well, Sara has some big news for you."
"Really? What is it?"
"Well, this new restraunt just opened, and guess what? Law enforcement eats free!" Nick glares at me.
"Great! What's it called?"
"You're such a coward." Nick whispers at me. Greg looks confused as he pours himself a mug of coffee.
"Yep! It's called You're Such A Coward! Really good food. It's a branch of You Should Shut Up Or I Will Make Your Life A Living Hell. They have really good food too." Greg looks at me like I've gone loony. I probably have.
"Um, cool? Where is it?"
"Oh, on If You Don't Tell I Will street." Nick repleys. If looks could kill, the one I gave Nick would land me in jail for murder.
"Right next door to You Wouldn't Dare."
"Across the street from I Would And I Will."
"Directly under I Know Three Hundred Different Ways To Hide Your Body." Greg stares at both of us, confusion evident on his face. If it wasn't me in this situation, I would probably find it all hysterical.
"Are you guys talking in code or something?" The lab rat questions us, glancing back and forth between Nick and I.
"No, Sara's just being an idiot."
"I'm being an idiot? Really, Nick? I though your five sisters would have taught you not to argue with me." Greg looks back and forth between us one more time before scurrying out of the room.
"You're Such A Coward? Really? Free food for law enforcement officials?" I try to look indignant. But one glance into Nick's eyes and I collapse onto his chest, laughing.