You're a CSI, figure it out.

by helen

Drabble. CSI's can't always be that clued in to everything… well this is what I think would happen if that was true…

He stared, what else could he do. The thing in his hands, it couldn't mean what he thought it did. There had to be some mistake.

But she had left it for him, it had to be her. She left it in his locker for him to find… to understand.

Standing up he had to find her, racing out of the locker room he nearly collided with Nick. The Texan steadied him smiling his usual lazy smile

"Where are you off to in a rush?" Nick questioned folding his arms tapping the folder he was holding against his side.

"I was… have you seen her" he asked and Nick chuckled nodding his head, his thumb jerked it behind him "I think I saw her in the break room… what you done now anyway" Nick questioned.

"I…well… I'll tell you later" he offered before racing around him hearing Nick chuckle once more and carried on his own way.

He nearly tripped over his own feet into the break, catching himself only to hear laughter. Soft and contented laughing. Glancing up he looked to see her, her dark eyes focusing on him and a small smile tugging at her lips.

"I… are… does this…what does this mean" he couldn't find the right words. In all his years at the crime both as a lab rat and a CSI he was now a lost for words. Smiling even more she got to her feet and stepped over to him. She propped her hands on his shoulders and lent in close to him, bringing her lips to his ear

"you're a CSI, figure it out" she ordered with a mirthful tone to her voice before she brushed a gentle kiss to his cheek before she turned and flounced out of the break room leaving him in a state of shock.

Slumping into the closest chair he stared for a few moments at the wall unsure how to feel before he looked at the thing he still clutched in his had.

"Blue" was all he could mustered before he felt a smile engulf him…then something else hit him. It made him swallow and look towards the door she just left through.

"Daddy" he said aloud, liking the sound already. He couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he stood and slipped the positive pregnancy test into his jeans pockets.

"Daddy" he said again, he was going to like that new title a lot.

Shaking his head he walked out, patting his pocket ever so slightly just to remind himself that it was true… they were having a baby. He even chuckled to himself.

Maybe he would be able to convince her to at least let their child take his last name, even if his wife wouldn't give up her name completely. He shook his head when he knew he would lose that battle, he could at least hope for a compromise… Baby Sidle/Sanders. That had a ring to it, glancing up he saw his wife talking to Grissom. Her brown eyes was drawn directly to him and her face lit up when she saw his smile.

He wouldn't mind if the baby had a hyphened last name… as long as it was their baby. Then giving her his famous devilish smile that could only mean he was up to something he went back towards the lockers… maybe he could broach the subject of the baby being named Olaf… then again he didn't really want to be sleeping in the spare room until the kid was ready to go to college.

A Sweet Goodbye...