Disclaimer: same as chapter one (prologue)

Please Note: This fic sometimes takes the situations that have happened in the show into consideration and sometimes disregards them completely.

Warnings/Notes: set in an Alternate Universe where male pregnancy (MPreg) is considered normal, Slash

I'd like to thank my first reviewers for this fic: PigXiaolin101, Cassi0, LadyRed06, & klnolan.

'italics' denotes thought

My Generation

01 – Butterfly Rave

The nightshift team and assorted lab-techs and other employees from the Las Vegas Crime Lab had all gone to Nick's place to hang out and give Sara a proper goodbye party. Everyone would miss her, especially Grissom, but life was going to be alright. It's not like she was going to "Mars or a galaxy far, far away" as Greg had put it.

"To Sara," Warrick raised his beer bottle. "May you find whatever it is you're looking for!" The rest also raised their drinks and chanted "to Sara." They spend the rest of the early morning drinking, listening to music, and generally having a good time in the company of each other despite the knowledge that one of their team was leaving. (1) Not long after the toast, someone got the bright idea to start up some drinking games. Interestingly enough, David Hodges produced two shot-glass board games: checkers and tic-tac-toe. Bobby Dawson initiated a card game of his own invention where you deal the cards and each person flips the small stack they are given, one card at a time, and must take as many shots as the value of the card (the ace rule being the value equalling 14 instead of one)(2). Meanwhile, Warrick set up a slightly complicated dice game. Needless to say, whether or not anyone had planned on drinking very much, everyone ended up getting thoroughly trashed.

- - -

'Holy Sweet Mother of Science, kill me now!' was the only thought Greg could comprehend through the massive hangover he was currently experiencing. The only thing he could think of through the pain was the fact that his best friend sure knew how to throw a party. He groaned and opened his bleary eyes only to snap them shut again. Light was pouring in through the open black-out curtains of the windows. Slowly he opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light enough to enable him to at least figure out what was going on. It took his addled brain a moment to realize he wasn't where he should be. Glancing around he took in the strange surroundings of a room that wasn't his. On the far wall he was able to see a few small banners for Rice University, Texas A&M football, and the Dallas Cowboys. Various sports memorabilia adorned the other walls.

He rubbed his eyes and froze in mid stretch. He looked down to find a strange right arm wrapped around his torso, a familiar silver ring on the middle finger of the hand. His breath caught in his throat and he was suddenly scared to move. He thought about the party earlier that morning and started piecing things together in his foggy mind. The party was at Nick's house. The sports and school memorabilia were dominantly from Texas so he still had to be at Nick's house. He wasn't alone in this bed and he was in Nick's house… After a couple minutes of trying not to freak out he took a few deep, calming breaths and chanced a glance to his side. 'Oh God.'

Not thinking about much more than getting out of there without waking his bed mate, even though Nick was most likely still passed out from too much booze, Greg untangled himself from the man and bedding and quickly got out of bed. However, he was still drunk from all the alcohol he'd consumed and immediately fell over. After realizing he was now on the floor, he also realized he was completely naked. From the looks of it they both were – and from how Greg felt in a certain place he was pretty confident in guessing what happened. As carefully as he was able he located his clothing and made his way to where he remembered he'd hung his jacket and kicked off his shoes. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of half his colleagues passed out around the front room, hallway and kitchen. Passing the bathroom he'd noticed Archie Johnson (the A/V Tech) passed out in the tub drooling. He slipped his shoes and coat on and exited the house before taking out his cell and phoning a cab. As he waited for the cab he couldn't help but laugh as he noticed Mandy Webster, the Print Tech, and Wendy Simms, the DNA Tech passed out on the front porch – leaning back to back and keeping each other upright.

- - -

"Greg, are you doing alright?" Catherine's concerned voice asked as he entered the break room to see her seated at the table flipping through a magazine. It was over three months since the party.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I might be getting the flu or something," the young CSI replied, lowering himself onto to couch and sighing. He'd just got though throwing up in the bathroom for the second time today.

"Still throwing up?" He nodded.

"I've been feeling a little nauseated off and on for the past few months, but the last few days have made me feel like absolute crap." He put a hand on his stomach, which was starting to get some extra padding on it. It had been fluttering for the past couple weeks. "Feels like there're butterflies at a rave in there." She snickered at this.

"You should make an appointment with a doctor, soon," Catherine said in a motherly tone. "And don't give me any of that 'I'll wait and see if it passes' crap either," she continued as he opened his mouth. "If you don't make the appointment, I will," she threatened, at which point he snapped his mouth shut.

"Appointment?" Nick asked as he entered and poured himself a cup of coffee before taking a seat on the couch beside Greg. "What appointment?"

"Greg's doctors appointment."

"You still feeling sick, man?" Nick turned to his friend, concern filling his eyes.

"It's not that bad," Greg protested.

"If you're talking about the fact that you're still throwing up, it probably is that bad," Grissom said as he entered the room with Warrick and took a seat at the table with Catherine.

"I thought you were going to make a doctors appointment," Warrick said, pouring a cup of coffee and sitting on Greg's other side.

"I am, I just haven't had the time or energy," he replied with a small yawn. He was thankful his shift was almost over. Lately he was frequently exhausted and as soon as he'd get home after a shift he'd fall instantly to sleep whether he was resting on the couch or actually managed to flop into bed.

"Greg, maybe you should take a few days off," Grissom said. "You can go to the doctor, find out what's wrong, and get some much needed rest."

"Really, Griss, I'm-"

"Take the few days off, Greg," Catherine said in a manner that wasn't to be countered. "It'll do you some good." Greg sighed and relented.

- - -

"You've got to be kidding me, Doc," Greg said from his seat on the exam table. He'd been to the office yesterday to give samples of blood and urine for testing and a basic physical.

"I'm afraid not, son," Dr. Thomas replied. He tilted his head a bit. "I'm guessing you weren't aware that you are a Carrier." Greg shook his head, still a bit stunned. "Well, in any case, we're going to have to do an ultrasound and figure approximately how far along you are." As he said this a young woman entered the room.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Zoë, I'm the ultrasound tech."

"Hello Zoë," the Doctor replied. "You're right on time. This is Greg."

"Hello Greg," she smiled kindly at him. He nodded his greeting, still unsure of how he felt about the situation. "I'm going to need you to lift up your shirt a bit and I'll set up the machine." He complied and she got ready to apply the gel. "Sorry, this'll be a bit cold." Even with the warning he still jumped a bit. "Now let's take a look." He watched as a shape took form on the screen. He could see it clearly.

"Look, here you can see its head, and clearly defined arms and legs." Zoë giggled a bit. "It looks like someone has already begun to suck their thumb." He stared at the screen, mesmerized. Zoë smiled as she looked at him. "Would you like to hear your baby's heart?" Not knowing what to say he just nodded, his gaze never leaving the screen that clearly displayed the foetus that was currently growing inside him. She pressed a button and a rhythmic sound filled the room.

"That's kind of fast," he said softly.

"Don't worry, that's normal," Dr. Thomas assured him. Greg continued to study the picture in front of him. "From the looks of it, I'd say you are about seventeen weeks into your pregnancy, Mr. Sanders."

As he continued to watch his baby on the screen and listen to its heartbeat, he didn't feel the tear that escaped his eye. The longer he stared, the more it sank in. He was looking at his baby. 'Baby.' He took a shaky breath and it finally dawned on him. The memory of waking up after the party flashed briefly in his mind. 'Oh God… I'm pregnant…'

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End Chapter One

Footnotes:

(1) hey, they work the nightshift, of course they'd wait until after shift (a.k.a.: morning) to have a party! Since when do all of them have the same day (or rather, night) off work?

(2) I have no idea if this game actually exists or not, I just thought it sounded good.

chapter updated: December 13, 2007