Disclaimer: Don't own CSI.
Spoilers: For 7x23
Summary: GSR post-ep angst.
Rating: K
A/N: Didn't watch the ep, but must thank Quintuple A for filling me in.
Hourglass
"Your boyfriend is an asshole."
Brass took a seat next to Sara on a bench in the deserted hallway of the LVPD.
Alarmed, she watched him get comfortable as she searched for her voice. "He told you? He…he said he didn't want anyone to know."
"He didn't tell me. I figured it out."
She nodded blankly and then sat back stiffly in her seat. "When we end the shift in different places, he usually calls me now.
Brass scratched his chin. "He's, uh…"
"I know."
Sara crossed her arms over her chest protectively. "I took a pregnancy test right before shift today."
"Okay," he said softly, waiting for her to elaborate.
Her voice was shaky as she rubbed her upper arms for warmth and stared at the gray wall in front of her. "I don't want us to be one of those couples that stays together for the sake of the child."
Brass swallowed.
"He would, you know. If I told him now, I don't think he'd ever leave me."
"So why don't you?"
Sara rubbed her temple and shook her head lightly. "Because that's not what I want." With that, she stood up to leave, turning to face the detective. "Please don't tell him, Jim. I need time."
THE END