Four Case Files

'Grissom…' Sara said to the mirror. 'I have to tell you something. I'm pregnant.' At that moment the door to the locker room opened and Nick Stokes walked in. Sara jumped round.

'Sara… Is that true?' Shit Sara thought to herself.

'Is what true, Nicky?' Sara asked nonchalantly

'Are you really pregnant?' Shit!

'I… um… I…' Nick looked sternly at her. 'Yes.' She whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek. 'Sorry,' she said as she dashed it away, 'hormones.' Nick just stared.

'Congratulations.' Nick said quietly. Sara snapped.

'Congratulations? What, you think I wanted to be pregnant?! All I wanted was someone to love me. No emotional baggage, no children. Well done me, I had to get myself pregnant didn't I!' Sara flung herself onto the bench. Nick looked shocked at her outburst.

'Sara… I'm sorry I didn't realise…' Sara shook her head.

'No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you. It's not your fault.'

'Sara… just don't do anything rash ok? We have four case files of suicides open right now. People who didn't want to be pregnant but it was too late for them. Make the right decision.' Sara nodded.

'Yes… And the first one is to tell Grissom.'

'Grissom doesn't know?!' Nick was incredulous.

'No. And I'm going to change that.' Sara said with finality.