TITLE: Purple Doesn't Count as Blue
PROMPT: 2 – Surprise
SUMMARY: Greg sat jiggling his leg nervously. Sofia raised an eyebrow and gave him a look. "You're sure you don't want to wait in the hallway?"
WARNINGS:
Is it possible to get a fluff overdose? 'Cuz this just might.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, no profit. Just borrowing, will return them (relatively) unharmed.

"Whoa!" Sofia was putting the milk away when she heard the soft exclamation. Inside, she gave a resigned sigh. She knew this was bound to happen. Any other time, Greg would continue to watch whatever was on the television. But today he decided to help put the groceries away, despite her protests that she could do it herself.

Now her boyfriend stood frozen over the grocery bags, cookies in one hand and a small box in the other. He peered closer at the box, a giggling baby looking back at him. He lifted his gaze to meet Sofia's. "So you're - . . . you think that . . . you might be . . ."

"Maybe," was the delicate reply before the object was plucked from his grasp. "Is there anything else that needs to go in the fridge?"

"What? No." He stepped up behind her as she began to stack cans in the cupboard. "That's it? We're going to act like that didn't just happen? That it's no big deal?"

"Is it?"

"Yes! It's a huge deal!"

"It's just a test."

"Yeah, a pregnancy test, Sofia."

"It's still a test, Greg. It doesn't mean that it's a for sure thing, just a possibility."

"People don't take tests for fun. You bought it, so must think that . . . y'know."

"Possibly."

"What's possibly? A fifty-fifty chance? Twenty five percent sure? Seventy five percent?"

Sofia sighed. "It's more of a feeling. Woman's intuition and all that."

"The same woman's intuition that thinks Sara and Grissom are dating?"

"Yes. And don't mock me; time will tell on that one." She placed the last item in the cupboard and shut the door. "You're not going to let this go until I take the test are you?"

Greg shook his head, but looked like he had just realized what the outcome might mean.

"Fine." The picture of calm, Sofia pick up the test and strode the bathroom, Greg hot on her heals.

Twenty minutes later, found them both in the bathroom, eyes glued to the egg timer that they had set on the sink next the test. Greg sat on the edge of the bathtub, jiggling his leg nervously. Sofia raised an eyebrow and gave him a look. "You're sure you don't want to wait in the hallway?"

He thought about anxious minutes spent pacing in the tiny apartment and how easy it would be to run. "Not really. So, what're we watching for again?"

"If it turns pink or blue."

The timer went off and they shared a look that simply said 'this is it.' Sofia held the stick up, a bright dot staring back at them. ". . . It's pink."

Greg cocked his head to the side. "I dunno. It's more a fuchsia. And if you tip it towards the light its kinda mauve. If it's more a purpleish pink, does that make it blue? Maybe if we look at it under better light . . ."

"It's pink, Greg."

"Maybe it's wrong. I mean, these things aren't fool proof, right?"

"This is the third test I took. All of them are wrong?" Sofia asked skeptically.

"Sure," he replied with a shrug. "Peeing on a stick isn't science. I mean, at the lab . . . Wait. Did you say third?"

"You're not going to use your old lab to run a pregnancy test, Greg."

"I wasn't even thinking that!" he said indignantly. Sofia merely raised an eyebrow. "Okay, maybe I was thinking it, but that doesn't mean I would've actually done it." He glanced at the test again. "This is your third?"

"Yes."

"Three. So you've taken two tests already? When was this? Exactly how long've you thought you might be pregnant?!"

"About a month now. I took the other tests last week."

"And got the same results. So that means that this is right?"

"Yes, Greg."

He nodded slightly, glancing at the test again. " . . . So what's pink mean?"

Sofia laughed lightly, a serene smile gracing her face. "It means . . . we're having a baby."

"A baby." Tentatively, Greg's hand drifted towards Sofia's stomach. "Whoa."