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Greg is having trouble coming to terms with the news.

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Chapter 2: Worries

"Greg, please say something you're scaring me" Ellen said nervously as she sat back down.

"I just…how did…I mean" I was shaking all over and seemed incapable of stringing a sentence together. I felt really dizzy and was cautious of the fact I might pass out any second. "But you're in here!" I suddenly blurt out, Ellen and even the officers' jump at this "that means I'll have to bring it up all by myself!"

"You won't be by yourself" Ellen said in her soft voice "from the few times I met your friends, I know that they'll help you"

"I know but still…" I rested my elbows on the table and gripped my hair with my hands having the urge to start pulling it out "I can't, I just can't do this" I said shaking my head.

"Yes you can" Ellen said remaining calm.

I nearly scoffed, easy for her to say she won't have to put up with the diaper changing, the screaming at three am and juggling work and being a CSI is like one of the most time consuming jobs you can have.

"So what it's been like three months" I mumbled and she nodded.

"Can you give him the sonogram? She turns to the officer and he hands me a piece of card. "It's in the left hand corner" Ellen explained.

It was all black and grey but there was a particular grey blob, about the size of a peanut, I couldn't really make out much but I knew that was it. I knew that was my baby. I wasn't really sure what it is but I felt a rush of warmth and a small smile escaped me.

"That's at four weeks" Ellen said "I have my three month one in a couple of days…you know…if you wanted to be there"

I snapped away from the picture and shook my head trying to think straight "right, ok, I'll think about it…I'm sorry I need to go, I need to think about this" I took the sonogram with me and left before anyone said another word.

I don't remember much about the journey from the prison back to the lab, just that I subconsciously drove myself there and had to keep shaking my head to remind myself to concentrate on the road. I knew my shift was over but the others would still be there and I really needed someone to talk to.

I walked into the lab and immediately headed for Catherine's office. Being a single parent herself I thought she might be more understanding. I knocked on the door and was relieved when she said "come in" I slipped through the door.

"Greg" She looked up from the report she was writing on her desk and smiled at me "What are you doing here"

"I…I n-needed t-to talk" I stuttered as I could feel tears getting the better of me and I sat down opposite her.

"What's wrong?" She asked concernedly.

"Oh Cath I'm in such a mess!" I cried out and tears begin to fall. I knew this was supposed to be a happy thing but it was just difficult with the thought of having to care for a small child all by myself and go to work to have enough money to support it.

"Hey" Catherine said getting up and squatting down beside me rubbing my arm gently "what is it, I'll help you"

"Ellen's pregnant" I said quietly, I felt Catherine tense in shock. "I don't know how to be a dad Cath, I mean you know me I've only just started to grow up myself and now I'm going to have this child all by myself and….I just don't know what to do. I'm so scared"

"It's going to be ok" Catherine said perching herself on the arm of my chair and hugging me tight, "I'll help you, you don't have to worry about that."

"How do you do It Cath?" I asked quietly "how do you do the whole single parent thing?"

"Well…it was easier for me when Lindsey was little because obviously her dad was still around…but after that it was really hard. But I'll tell you something, once your baby grips onto your finger for the first time, every time your child laughs or smiles at you, none of that other stuff matters because you know that as long as you've done your best, you have been the best parent you can be. And you will love that child for the rest of your life and it'll love you"

"Thanks Cath you're right, I should be happy, I am happy, it's just getting over the initial shock is all" I smile at her "Want to see it?" I said pulling the sonogram out of my jacket pocket and handing it to her; she smiled as she studied the picture.

"Hey what's going on?" I turn to see Nick and Sara stood in the door way.

"Greg what are you doing here?" Sara asked as they walk towards us.

"How do you like the sounds of Aunt Sara and Uncle Nick?" I said with a grin as they look at me confused, Catherine handed Sara the sonogram. She looked at it and Nick studied it over her shoulder.

"Oh wow" is all Sara could say as she looked at the picture in shock.

"Is that why Ellen wanted to see you?" Nick said also suffering from shock.

"Yep, that's baby Sanders, except they're a bit bigger than that now it's been three months" I said with a nervous smile.

"Well congratulations" Sara said with a smile and I get up and hug her.

"Yeah man that's great" Nick said and clapped me on the back.

"It's going to be tough" I say with a sigh "but I know I can do it"


3 months later…

So Much for that.

I staggered into the lab again with a bottle of vodka in my hand, it was half empty. I fell against the receptionist's desk and she looked at me in some kind of horror.

"Sorry" I hiccupped and managed to pick myself up and stumble over to the break room.

Nick was in there writing a report; he looked up at me and frowned in anger "Oh for God's sake Greg not again!" he yelled "you can't keep doing this!"

"Don't judge me!" I said in annoyed retaliation and started to make my way to the table but trip over my feet and fall to the floor "whoa dude are you, ok!" I said to Nick and he rolls his eyes.

"Yes I'm fine, you're the one who fell over numb skull!" he said grabbing hold of my sleeve and dragging me to my feet. "What are you even doing here?"

"Working why else would I be in this dump… wait what day is it?"

"Your day off" Nick said in a frustrated tone as he sat me down in a chair "but the fact you'd even consider coming to work in this state is just plain stupid!"

"Yes we get it" I said rolling my eyes "Greg's the dumb one. Nick's the muscles, Sara's the smarts and Catherine's the blond bombshell. Now all we need is a secret lair"

"You're not dumb" Nick said with a sigh "well this is, but I know this isn't really you and you're just scared and this is your way of dealing with it."

"You don't know me! …oh wait yeah you do" I said and put the bottle down on the table. "Hey you know what I need!"

"Please say to sober up" Nick says raising an eyebrow.

"Besides that" I said waving my hand "no but seriously you ready for this…I need…a time machine" I say with a triumphant nod of my head.

"Why of course it's so obvious" Nick said sarcastically.

"I know right! Where's Doctor Who when you need him….well whilst I'm here mind if I stay for breakfast?"

"Erm sure" Nick said uncertainly.

"Awesome…well since we seem to be out of cereal" I pull the top off the vodka and through back a giant swig.

"Hey, no!" Nick said snatching the bottle off me.

"Give that back!" I yelled jumping up and going for the bottle.

"What's going on?" Catherine demanded as she suddenly appeared at the door way.

"He's wasted again" Nick explained as he held me away from the bottle with his arm.

"Oh Greg" Catherine sighed and there was something in her tone that made me sober a little. It wasn't just the concern, but the disappointment in her voice that got to me.

I started to drink more a few days after I found out about the baby. It was just one of those 'oh one glass won't hurt' moments but then it escalated in something that I would do few times a month because it kept my mind off things and it made me feel…something. When I was sober I just felt like a hollow shell of my former self, but if I drunk it made me feel more alive and then when I woke up with a pounding headache that could distract me too.

"Oh my god" I moaned rubbing my eyes with my hands "what am I doing. I can't just use alcohol to escape this. I need to man up. I need to step up and be there for my child because they need me. It's just 'm scared you know? I don't want to let this kid down. I'm really sorry you guys, no more drinking, I promise."

"That's the most sane thing you've said so far" Nick said rubbing my back and I give him a weak smile.

"Yeah, and you're not going to let this kid down Greg, your one of the most caring people I know, you're going to be a great dad" Catherine said gently.

I took a deep breath "Thanks you guys. I knew you'd be supportive, even if I am slowly turning insane. I'm gunna go home and sleep for the next three years."

"Come on I'll drive you" Nick said gently guiding me out of the room.

Once we got in the car and start driving to my place I let my head rest back against the seat and my eyes began to close.

"Nick?"

"Yeah"

"Do you think my kid will like me?" I asked quietly.

"What?" Nick said bemused.

"What if my child hates me?"

"Man don't be ridiculous. Nobody can hate you, believe me I've tried" he said with a lopsided smile and I gave a small smile too "What makes you think it'll hate you?"

"Because I have no idea what I'm doing. Because my mom is way too over protective and I don't want to end up being the same. Because I might not be able to afford nice things for it, be able to spend time with it"

"Why do you have such low self-esteem? Why can you not believe in yourself for once? I mean you still can't accept the fact that you're a great CSI even though you've been on the field for what, five or six years now? Accept the fact you're going to be a good father"

"You're right. Screw this whole being sorry for myself, I have a baby on the way and I cannot wait to meet it. To feed it, play with it, watch it learn to walk and talk, watch it ride its first bike, watch it go to school. It's going to great and I am really happy and excited"

"See there you go!" Nick said with a laugh. "I wonder if it'll be a boy or a girl?"

"I don't mind, I'll love it whatever it is…and I know it'll love its Uncle Nick too" I said with a light nudge in his shoulder.

"Yeah" Nick said with a smile and a nod "yeah I like the sound of that"

"Good" I say with an evil grin "because I'm gunna need a baby sitter"

"Sure, how much will you pay me?"

"Hey this is your niece or nephew we're talking about!"

"Alright fine" Nick said with a roll of his eyes and we both laugh. "Have you thought about names yet?" he asked curiously.

"Not really, there are so many! I have to think strategically it has to go with the last name Sanders, and it has to be not too unusual, so that people can't make fun of it and I'd have to consider nicknames from it. And also there's the middle name"

"Boy you've really thought about this" Nick said happily.

"Yeah I guess I have… I am really excited"

"I'm glad to hear it" Nick said with a smile and he pats my knee gently.

I smiled and rested my head against the window. In three months I would be able to hold my baby in my arms… and I could not wait.