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Chapter Two: Consequence

He didn't call me, and though it made me a little sad, I was not deeply hurt—I had entered into the encounter fully expecting it to lead nowhere, and I had certainly enjoyed myself. Truth be told, it had been months since I'd had sex, and I had needed the release desperately—I just hadn't imagined how amazing it would be—and how amazing he would be—when I finally got it.

Yet three weeks later, when I stopped taking the little green pill to take the little purple pill for a week, nothing happened. …I blew it off, at first—I'd been stressed over finals, and I'd taken a few pills at strange times, because of it… I was certain it just threw my cycle off. But when days passed, and my monthly visited never came… I panicked.

Understandably, I should think.

I bought a handful of pregnancy tests—all positive.

I had a break-down in the shower—an all out panic attack, worthy of medication and perhaps restraints.

And then, I tried to call… Gil? Dr. Grissom?

It was hard to know exactly what to call him… and he wasn't listed in any directory, so I resorted to calling the Las Vegas Crime Lab, and asking for him. The call was strange… to say the least.

It rang, for several minutes, which seemed like a strangely long time to wait for an answer at a crime lab. Finally, the line picked up, and the man speaking into it was not speaking to me, but to someone on his end, at first.

"-od damn it, where's Judy? Shouldn't somebody be out here answering the---Hello? Las Vegas Crime Lab."

I stuttered, surprised, trying to get my bearings… it didn't help that I'd been waiting nervously—it certainly wasn't an easy thing to tell a man you'd had a one-night stand with that the birth control pills you'd assured him you were on had been less than effective.

"I, uh… I'm… I'm… Can I speak with Gil Grissom?"

The man sounded harassed. "Gil's out in the field, can I take a message for him?"

"Yes, uh… could you… could you please tell him to call Sara Sidle… I'd better leave my number, just in case…"

After rattling off the string of numbers, and him repeating them, irritated, back to me, he speaks again. "Is this a business or a personal call?"

"Oh, uh… I… I guess it's personal. But, uh, it's very urgent… if you could please give him the message…"

"Yeah, I'll make sure he gets it…"

"Thank yo—" The line disconnected. I sighed deeply, and called my doctor, to schedule an appointment.

I let an entire week pass before I thought about calling again… and though I dialed the numbers, I hung up after the second ring. I could wait a little longer… I didn't want to badger him.

Two more weeks passed, and I went to my doctor's appointment—not that there was anything new. Surprise, you're pregnant, about six weeks… the only person I'd been with any time recently had been six weeks ago.

And then, I called again. This time a woman, who seemed much more pleasant, answered.

"Las Vegas Crime Lab, this is Judy, how may I help you?"

"Hi, can I speak to Gil Grissom please?"

"Sure, I'll transfer you over. Who shall I say is calling?"

I hesitated, but decided that if he didn't want to talk to me, he would hang up on me anyway… "Sara Sidle… uh, from Boston." I added, to be sure he would know who was calling.

"Sara from Boston, okay, one moment please…" I hear her push the button and the muffled silence of being on hold. I tap my fingers, expecting a lot wait, but it's picked up almost immediately.

"Grissom's office…" It was a woman's voice. It took all the strength I had not to hang up then and there.

"Uh… I'm… looking for Gil Grissom?"

"He's up to his elbows in ballistics gel at the moment… Can I take a message?"

"Oh." She's probably just someone he works with… someone he's working a case with, and that's why she's in his office, answering his phone like she owns the place. "Um… yes, could you… could you please tell him to call Sara? Tell him… tell him that it's really important, even if he doesn't want to talk to me… he needs to call me."

"…Okay…" she sounds curious, but not suspicious… not like a jealous girlfriend. I draw in a deep breath. "And that was… Sara?"

I nod, even though I'm on the phone. "Yes. Sara, uh… from Boston."

"Alright, I'll have him call you."

"And you'll tell him it's important?"

"Absolutely."

I sighed in relief. "Okay… Thank you." I hung up the phone without waiting for her goodbye, and calmed myself with slow, deep, even breaths… I was absolutely certain that he would call me now, it would just be a matter of when he got around to it.