Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. I am just a humble fan and writer.
A/N: My first "Sara's pregnant" ficlet. However, it's not with Grissom, so it's not canon, and not set in any specific time period. This is actually more of a test to see how I can describe the entire pregnancy in less than 1000 words. Let's see if I succeeded, shall we?
Ficlet 16 (ch.1): Pregnant Pause
Things aren't always what they seem.
Sara was speechless. She thought it was the stomach flu… How could this have happened? Literally? How did it happen? She couldn't even remember the last time she...
'No way,' she asserted. There must have been some mistake.
But there it was. Clear as day: her test was positive. Sara almost fainted when she saw the results.
She was pregnant. This explained a lot while bringing up new questions. What would she tell the rest of her team? They were bound to notice a certain roundness after a few months.
With a long sigh and confused mind, she called Grissom.
Congratulations
That's what the banner read. In large garishly bright colors, almost funny had it been any other situation. All her co-workers, her friends were there with words of support, although some were a little confused. Catherine, however, remained understanding and non-judgmental .
"So, do you know who the... father is?" Nick tried to ask tactfully. There wasn't enough tact in the world...
"None of your business," she mumbled.
"I think that would be a mood swing."
Sara eyed Warrick evilly. She had half a mind to jam the fork by her plate into his head. But then thought better of it. 'Too many witnesses.'
"When are you due, Sara?" Catherine served her a slice of cake.
"Eight months, I think." She was still a little fuzzy on the conception date.
"We'll be there for you." The older woman smiled at her and she decided she was okay with it.
Greg was off in the corner, he looked a little confused and he didn't say a word to Sara. 'How odd,' but then she thought he must've been sad that he missed his chance...
She was a little sad too, if truth be told...
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It was an excruciating seven and a half months. If she had stopped to think about it, trying to adjustto her ever growing belly was cake compared to the final stretch.
Sara had gone into labor which seemed to last forever; it was actually more like 36 hours but it didn't matter. She was screaming the whole time.
Meanwhile, Catherine was out in the waiting room. Nick and Warrick were in the gift shop looking for the right balloon and something for Sara's nerves. They hoped the hospital sold Excedrin.
Greg looked the most nervous, and he had reason to be. Right before the trip to the hospital, he had confided in Catherine that nine months earlier, he and Sara had drank one too many drinks and he wasn't sure what happened afterwards. He didn't want to jump to conclusions but something in the pit of his stomach reassured him, answering his big question...
"It's a boy!"
The nurse who gave the announcement was practically pushed aside by Catherine and Greg as they rushed over to see the exhausted mother.
Greg was the first to speak, "Are you okay?"
"What do you think?" Sara was too tired to give Greg her 'annoyed glare of doom'. She looked over at Catherine, "Ummm, can I have a moment alone with Greg?"
The knowing blonde looked at the two and nodded, "Sure. I gotta tell the guys to buy the blue blanket."
They were alone and Sara spoke first, "We were really drunk... I think I remember what happened."
Greg smiled at her. He looked even more nervous than before but it was an excited kind of nervous.
"I want to name him after his grandfather."
"Papa Olaf would be proud," Greg smiled at her, grasping her hand.
Their baby boy cried out as the two proud parents smiled.
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A success in how I cut out the middle man. From Discovery to Delivery (alternate title, got cut because it wasnt short enough. ) but I did manage to do it. And I suppose I should've mentioned it was sandle but from the word search, you can tell the main characters are Greg and Sara.
And as you can see, there will be a second chapter. Thanks for reading!