A/N: Wow thanks for all the reviews! This chapter is about how Greg finds out he's going to be a dad. Also I'd have to say most of this story is set in a parallel universe obviously :P

Oh and I forgot! Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the CSI franchise.

Lotzalove – this chapter is set in season 11 post 'a kiss before frying' you'll see why ;)

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Chapter 1: Expecting The Unexpected

I will always remember March 18th 2011 because it was the day that my life changed forever.

I walked into the lab that morning feeling like it would just be a normal day, but it was far from it, then again I guess working in a crime lab around robbers and murderers killing people in weird ways any day is far from normal for most, but I guess I had grown use to it. As usual I walked through the doors and give a 'good morning' smile to the receptionist as I walked on past.

"Oh Greg!" she suddenly called after me. I stopped in my tracks and walked backwards a few paces.

"What can I do you for?" I asked her tapping my hands on the desk in a rhythmic way, it was just one of those days were I was in a really good mood for no particular reason.

"I have a letter for you" she said ducking under the desk and popping back up with an envelope in her hand "it came in this morning" she explained.

"Thanks" I smiled taking it off her curiously; I hardly ever get mail at work. It was from the prison, now that was odd. "Have a nice day" I said with one last smile, which she returned and I headed off down the corridor to the break room.

No surprise Nick was already in there. He was leant back in his chair with his legs crossed reading a newspaper with a cup of steaming coffee sat on the table in front of him.

"Good morning to you too Nicholas" I said rolling my eyes as he failed to acknowledge my presence. I threw my shoulder bag and the letter down on the table before going to make my own cup of coffee.

"Oh, hey Greg" he finally said still not looking up from the newspaper.

"Is there like a naked woman on that page or something?" I asked teasingly, wondering what he could be studying so hard.

"No" he blushed slightly embarrassed by the accusation "there isn't!" he protested further as I raised an eyebrow at him "I was just checking out the football results, I placed a bet and wondered if I'd won any money."

"Oh and did you?"

"Yeah two hundred dollars"

"Well I guess drinks are on you for the next couple of months then" I said giving my coffee a quick stir before turning and leaning on the counter, holding the cup in my hands.

"Yeah that's not happening" Nick said shaking his head. He noticed my letter on the table and picked it up just as curious as I was "what's this then…" he said waving it at me, he read the front "from the prison?" he said in a tone of surprise "have you been a bad boy?"

"No" I said trying to sound offended. I put the cup down and walked over to the table with my hand outstretched "Give it to me then" I said with a beckoning finger.

"Ask me nicely"

"No"

"Yes"

"But it's mine, you stole it!"

"So?"

"Nick, please may I have my letter"

"No not with that tone"

I sighed and made a lunge for the envelope in his hand but Nick jumped out of his seat and held the letter high up in the air.

"Nick, come on" I moaned making another grab for it but he dodged out the way.

"No you come on Greg, I'm just messing with you" He held the letter up high in the air again and I managed to grab hold of his arm and yank it out of his grip.

"How could you possibly think that would work?" I said waving the letter in front of his face in triumph "I'm taller than you!"

"Only be a couple of inches" Nick retorted.

"Whatever, you're obviously jealous." I said picking up my coffee again and then going to sit at the table.

"You used to be fun" Nick said with a sigh as he sat down opposite me.

"Hey I'm still fun" I said feeling a little hurt by this statement. I guess it was sort of true because I did used to be the life and soul of this lab, with my strange hair and loud music, but ever since I became a CSI I felt I had to tone it down and be more professional, but that didn't mean I had become completely boring did it? I mean I'm not Hodges…

"Sure, whatever" Nick said taking a sip of his coffee and I stuck my tongue out at him in retaliation.

After that I couldn't contain my curiosity anymore and I ripped the top of the envelope open and pulled out the piece of paper. I unfolded it and scanned it with my eyes. Well I have to say I was definitely not expecting that.

"So?" Nick asked expectantly "What is it?"

"It's Ellen" I said still looking at the piece of paper in confusion "she's asked to see me"

"Ellen?" Nick said in disbelief "as in your psychopathic ex-girlfriend who fried people to death, tried to get you killed and then asked you to run away with her?"

"Yes that would be her" I said holding the letter out to Nick and he took it and read it himself.

"I wonder what she could want?" he said looking confused.

"I guess I'll find out" I said putting my arm on the table and propping my head in my hand.

"What? You're not serious are you?" Nick said looking at me like I'd escaped from the lunatic asylum.

"Well yeah" I shrugged.

"So that's it. You're just going to go to her when she summons you, or have you completely forgotten the whole trying to kill you thing"

"Oh yeah It totally slipped my mind" I said sarcastically and giving him a 'how stupid do you think I am' look.

Just then Catherine and Sara arrived and they were chatting about how Catherine's daughter Lindsey had moved out to go and study to be an actress.

"Hey guys" Sara said sitting down next to Nick and Catherine sat down next to me, she put the files containing the days assignments down in front of her.

"Please tell Greg he's crazy!" Nick exclaimed and both women turned to look at me.

"You're crazy" they said in unison and I rolled my eyes and put up my hands up in a 'what the hell' kind of way.

"How can you say that, you don't even know why he thinks I'm crazy!"

"Well there was the time you…" Sara starts but I put my finger up to silence her.

"Ok so maybe if we do start to list all the crazy stuff I've done we'll be here until Christmas" I said and then we all laughed.

"Yeah but this one tops it off" Nick pressed on.

"Ok so what did you do now?" Catherine asked.

"I didn't do anything and I am offended you'd jump to the conclusion I did something wrong, I mean I'm so innocent." Nick and Sara sniggered at me while Catherine raised her eyebrow "Alright, its Ellen, I got a letter from the prison today and she wants to see me. Nick thinks I'm crazy for wanting to go"

"Well I have to say I agree with him" Catherine said. She didn't look at me just put on her glasses and started to read through the files.

"Gee Cath thanks for the support" I said sulkily folding my arms.

"I'm sorry Greg but she did… ya know, turn out to be a murderer and then tried to have you assassinated."

"Well I think you should go" Sara chimed in "I mean it is all very curious and it must be important"

"Yes, thank you Sara" I said giving her a genuine smile.

"Fine I'm not going to try and stop you. You can do what you want, you're a big boy now" Catherine said.

"Yes which you fail to remember sometimes" I said still sulking and she just smiled and tried to pinch my cheek but I batted her hand away.

"Well I still don't think you should go" Nick said, he sounded more worried than adamant that time.

"And I'm still going to ignore you" I said rather stubbornly, but then I softened at his look of worry "It'll be fine" I said giving him a reassuring smile.

"Ok but you'll have to go after shift, right now I need you at a breaking and entering down in Henderson" Catherine said handing me a file.

"I'm on my way" I said taking the file and heading out the room. I could practically feel their curious stares piercing down on me as I walked away.

I pulled up at the women's prison for 8pm visiting hour. I get kind of nervous going in the prisons bearing in mind I put most of the people there. The high walls and greyness of the place intimidates me more. I walked in to the main building and there was a desk with a rather bored looking police women, with her feet up on the desk, reading a magazine. It fills me with great confidence when I see the people who are supposed to be looking after us acting like this whilst their on duty, please note my sarcastic tone. She failed to notice me standing there so I cleared my throat to catch her attention. She gave a loud sigh and rolled her eyes annoyed at being disturbed.

"Can I help you?" she said in a really monotone taking her feet down but she still didn't look up from the magazine.

I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow at her "Yes I'm Greg Sanders, CSI Greg Sanders" I said and she gave a startled jump and threw the magazine on the floor before sitting upright and straightening her tie. I gave a smug smile; she obviously thought by my job title I had the right to report her and was of a higher rank.

"What can I do for you Gre….CSI…Sir?" she finally settled on and smiled at me, it seemed suddenly I was her best friend…

"I'm here to see Ellen Whitebridge" I said handing over the letter, that's not even her real name but it's the only one I know.

"Ah yes right this way sir" she said and started to hurryingly walk me down the corridor. I became slightly confused when she walked past the normal visiting room. "You've been given a private room" she explained.

Private room? God I thought this must be serious.

She opened a door and I entered to find Ellen sat at the table with a police officer stood either side of her. She smiled at me sweetly. I know this is the woman who tried to kill me and turned out to be a murderer but her pure beauty still astounded me. I mean now she's behind bars and still her sleek black hair fell perfectly into place and her fair skin was spotless and I could easily have been lost in her glinting greeny-blue eyes.

"Hello Greg" she said in her soft tone and I couldn't help but feel instantly drawn to her.

I couldn't really bring myself to talk, as I didn't really know what to say to the woman who broke my heart. I just gave a small smile but then turned back into an expressionless state as I sat down opposite her.

"What is it you wanted to tell me?" I finally brought myself to ask.

"Well…I have a bit of a surprise for you" she said quietly and her perfectly plump lips curled up slightly at the edges. I wasn't sure if I should be fearing for my life at this point or not.

She stood up from the table her hands cuffed in front of her and under her orange prison clothing I could see a bump.

A small bump.

Oh. My. God.

I felt my eyes widen further than I thought possible and I thought they were going to fall out of their sockets. I can't take it in. I mean it has to be a mistake…it can't be…can it?

"Say something then" Ellen gave a nervous laugh and placed her hands on the bump.

"Is really it mine?" Is all I could croak after what seemed like an eternity, my mouth seemed to have gone dry and I still didn't think I'd blinked. I stared at the bump thinking she must be playing some sick kind of joke. "Are you sure?" I asked again.

"Yes" she smiled "yes you're going to be a dad."