Hey! It's me! Sparky! (again) Well... what can I say? This idea popped into my head one day when I had really bad plot bunnies (they seem to like me) and so this story was born!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own CSI or any of the characters you see apart from Bromley and some others... I also own the plot... coz I'm that amazing (jokes)

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She sat in the slightly dreary waiting room of the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

"Can I help you ma'am?" A man in his fifties or forties asked.

"Do you know where I can find Greg Sanders?"

"I'll go get him for you." She sunk further back into her chair and waited.

_CSI_

Greg Sanders walked in with a bunch of people, he was play fighting with a man. It seemed that he hadn't noticed her as he was still smiling, his wild brown and blonde hair all over the place.

Finally he turned and looked at her. The others followed his line of sight when he froze. He gulped and made his way over to the girl,

"Hey Brom." She stood in front of him in her red hoodie, cargos and black converse.

He looked at her puffy eyes, "What's the matter?"

"I'm pregnant."

"WHAT!" This caused some stares from his coworkers.

"I'm pregnant- two months, you're the father," Bromley stated again, quieter if possible.

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." He drew her into a hug as she started to cry again slightly.

"Yes. It is."

He chuckled lightly, "it was a rhetorical statement. How about we go up to my lab and then I can process this evidence and you can tell me about this."

She nodded, "Okay."

_CSI_

"Brom, what are you doing?" Greg stood at the door of his lab, trying hard not to cover his ears.

"It's supposed to be good for the baby," Brom tried not to cringe away from the classical music.

"I think the baby will be fine if you play real music."

She sighed, "thank God," switched the music and started nodding her head to Mind Pollution by Vains of Jenna.

He sighed, "I'll get in trouble with Grissom if you keep playing my music so loud."

"Tell him I'm pregnant and I'll eat his brains if he doesn't let me play it."

"I'll do that."

_CSI_

"Hey Greggo, Gris wants you to process these and why is there a pretty girl in your lab?" A man asked and commanded in one breath.

"Nicky, this is my best friend Bromley."

"Hi," Bromley said quietly.

"Hi, I'm Nick," he stuck his hands out.

She took it, "I know."

"Well I have to go," he got half way out the door, "oh and Greg? Gris says to turn your noise down."

"Tell him Brom's pregnant and she'll eat his brains if he doesn't let him play it."

He looked at the girl, "you're pregnant?"

She nodded.

"Who's the father, I probably don't know him but oh well."

"Greg."

"I'm sorry?"

"Greg's the father."

Nick's eyebrows rose dramatically, "I've got to go. See ya around Greg." He left.

"Going to go tell everyone in the lab, isn't he?"

"Yep."

"I'll sit on him, you beat him up?"

"Done."

_CSI_

Greg and Bromley walked calmly into the break room at his break. All eyes turned to us.

She walked over to Nick at smiled innocently, "Nicky darling?"

He gulped, "yes, Brom?"

"I hear you've been sending rumors around the lab about me and Greggy." Bromley pouted and sat on his lap.

Nick looked bewildered, not having any idea on what to do as Greg suddenly stood next to him, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised in query. Her innocent pout had quickly turned into a smile of repartee.

Bromley stood up next to Greg and then got him to help her up onto the coffee table, "all right everyone, listen up," She got everyone's attention, "first of all, yes, I am pregnant. Secondly, and I have no idea why you need to know but oh well, yes Greg is the father. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your night." She hopped down and gave Greg a kiss on the cheek before she skipped back to his lab.

_CSI_

"Can I stay at yours tonight?"

"Sure," Greg answered.

"Just be warned, I have morning sickness."

He made a face, "ugh. Nasty."

"Yes it is."

"Will you need me to place a bucket next to your bed?"

"No. I'll steal you're side of the bed and then run to the bathroom in the morning." He looked at her and she giggled.

One of Greg's female co-workers walked in, "hey Greg. You got those results for Gris?" she looked at Bromley and stuck a hand out, "Sara Sidle."

"Bromley Taylor."

"Hey, that name rings a bell. Have I met you before?"

"You've probably heard of my father, Mac Taylor."

"Oh, yes. The NY detective."

"That's the one."

_CSI_

"AH!" Bromley screamed suddenly and threw her pencil across the room, making Greg jump and causing a lot of stares from his coworkers.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I'm loosing my fucking ability to fucking draw!"

He got up and walked over to the pregnant girl, "whoa, no need to swear. What do you mean your loosing your ability to draw?" She held up the drawing of him.

"What's the matter with it?" he looked confused. Brom held up the photo of him that she was referencing from.

"I don't see it," he still looked confused, "they look the same."

She frowned and pointed to a shadow on his face, "it's not the same!" Suddenly Bromley burst into tears.

Greg looked slightly frightened, "stand up."

She stood up and sniffed, "what?"

He gave her a hug and gently rubbed her back, "there we go," he soothed.

Nick and Warrick bounded into his lab, "hey Greggo, you got tho-" Nick stopped when he noticed the glare from Greg and the crying Bromley.

"Not a good time," Greg mouthed.

"Hormones?" Nick mouthed back and Greg nodded.

"Look, why don't we ask Nick and Warrick how your picture looks? Hm?" he pulled away but kept an arm slung around her shoulders. She sniffed again and nodded. Greg used his free arm to grab the sketch.

"Whoa, this is really good," Warrick told her.

"No it's not!" she broke down again, "it's rubbish!" Warrick and Nick exchanged glances.

Greg sighed and picked her up by the hips and placed her on a clean counter top, "Bromley Annabelle Taylor, you are a great artist. Just because one shadow is out of place doesn't mean you can't draw," he stood between her legs, "now, you are going to stop crying and we are going to go down to that café that you like and get a ginger slice to share back here in the break room. Capeeshe?"

She wiped her eyes and nodded, "okay." Nick and Warrick watched in slight awe and surprise as they watched Greg comfort the woman. Often they only saw the fun Greg that changed his hair colour every other week and danced around the lab to too loud music while waiting for test results. The two coworkers looked at each other with raised eyebrows and realized that although Greg could be ridiculous and fun he would make a great father to his friend's and his child.

Bromley hoped off the table once Greg was out of the way and grabbed her trench coat. Greg quickly followed her out of the room with Nick and Warrick trailing behind.

_CSI_

"So… I thinking about names," Greg started. They sat in the break room at one of the tables.

"Yeah…" Bromley began cautiously.

"For a girl's name maybe Maia and for a boy, um… David?"

"Hey! I like that! Maia Bromley Taylor-Sanders or David Greg Taylor-Sanders."

"You want to give the kid both of our last names?" he looked at her.

"Of course," she ate a bit of ginger slice, "it's both our kid. It's both a part of each of us. I want bump to be a girl with my hair and your eyes," she pointed to her deep red hair.

"Just a question, but why don't we have Maia Bromley Taylor-Hojem-Sanders or whatever?"

"Greg, I love you but I'm not going to impose that on our kid. I think Taylor-Sanders will be hard enough without the Norwegian."

"True."

"So, I've got a scan soon, will you come?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I'll come!"

"Just asking, I've got to leave early tomorrow, by the way. I need to go into school tomorrow."

"Oh, yes. How is your teaching job going?"

"Great! The kids in my class are so sweet!"

He placed a hand on my growing belly, "seven months," he whispered before he put his ear to it, "do ya here that Bump? We get to meet you soon! We can do some awesome stuff! I already know what I'm getting you for your fifth birthday!" Nick walked in as Bromley started to giggle.

"Now this is a sight I never thought I would see. Greg Sanders talking to his friend's baby. While said friend was still pregnant."

"Hey! It's my kid too you know!" Greg exclaimed.

"Yeah. Now there's a scary thought; a mini Greg running around the lab."

"Yeah. See why I'm laying off the caffeine?"

Nick made a face, "sorry. I just had a mental image of a really hyper Greg as a kid."

_CSI_

"So…"

"Spit it out Greg," Bromley told him.

"Have we told Daddy Dear yet?"

Bromley winced, "don't remind me. He's coming here for my birthday next week. I can see how that'll go when I tell him. And then he'll give me that 'I'm-disappointed-in-you-I-thought-I-taught-you-better' look."

"I'll come with you when you tell him."

Bromley placed a hand on her ever-growing belly, "really?" A hopeful look filled her eyes.

"Sure!" Greg nodded his head vigorously, "my kid too. I'm as much to blame as you are."

"So I was thinking," there was a mischievous glint in her blue eyes, "we get him nice and relaxed, and then, after dinner, during dessert we tell him."

"You're a nightmare, you know that?"

Bromley nodded, "but you love me all the same!"