Thanks for all the reviews on the wedding! And no, I'm not going to do the
honeymoon, because my story is G/PG at most, and I don't think that the
events surrounding a honeymoon would fit into that category . . .
Oh, and because I forgot to tell everyone what the song was in the last chapter (I think) it's "I Could Fall in Love" by Selena.
So, here we are, 3 years after the wedding . . .
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Nick was looking intently into the microscope and didn't notice Sara come in until she blew into his ear. "Jeez!" he yelped as he jumped up, almost knocking the slide off the microscope, "Don't ever do that again!"
"Sorry," Sara replied, not quite looking apologetic, "but your reaction was worth it."
"It wouldn't be worth it if you got suspended for that stunt!"
"Good point."
"I know, my dear, I always make a good point," Nick replied, turning around fully to embrace his wife of three years. Just as they leaned in for a kiss, who else but Warrick showed up at the door.
"Hey, guys, I have two things to say to you. One, get a room. Two, don't do this on company time," Warrick complained. Since Grissom was at some extended bug convention for about a month, and Catherine had two weeks off, he was the acting night shift supervisor at that moment.
"Sir yes sir!" Sara wisecracked, "We promise never to do that again, sir!" Warrick waved it off with a grin.
"You're lucky it's only me who catches you two doing that, if the director saw you, he'd be out for blood."
"Don't we know," Nick muttered, remembering the time when they had given each other a quick, very chaste kiss before going to their separate crime scenes, and how afterward, they got the earful of their lives from the director.
"Yeah, he chewed me up about taking two seconds to finalize some things with Deb," Warrick co-sympathized.
"Speaking of my best friend," Sara interjected, "When are you planning to propose to her? I have it on good authority that she's waiting for you to do something."
"Yeah, man," Nick added before Warrick could respond to Sara's inquiry, "You two've been going out for what, longer than Sara and I have been married? Make your move already!" Nick thought for a moment, and then said, "No wonder I got Sara, you are the world's biggest procrastinator."
"Thanks, man, as if I didn't know that already," Warrick replied sarcastically, although he did have a grin on his face. "I have the ring. I just didn't know if she would be ready to take it to the next level, you know."
"Warrick, I hate to break it to you," Sara answered with mock seriousness, "but she's been ready to take it to the next level a month after you two started going out. My god, the only reason she puts up with your thick- headedness is because she's head over heels in love with you!"
"Really?" Warrick asked in amazement.
"I knew it!" Nick exclaimed, "My best friend, my best man, and uncle-to-be of my unborn baby is completely, and utterly clueless!"
"Uncle-to-be?" Warrick repeated. "Are you guys not telling me something?"
"Something what?" Greg asked as he passed them, samples in hand ready to give to the lab tech.
"So how was your crime scene?" Nick asked in the hopes of getting everyone off the subject of babies.
"Good. I knew there was power in being a CSI," Greg replied proudly, "At least no one is treating me like a rookie anymore."
"By the way, congratulations on becoming CSI level 2." Sara congratulated.
"Thanks," Greg replied with a blush, "You were the one who inspired me to go from lab tech to CSI."
"Greg. Can. It," Nick warned, though he was somewhat amused by Greg's never-ending flirting with his wife.
"Like I ever do," Greg shot back as he rounded a corner, but before Nick could say anything else, Greg said, loud enough for everyone's benefit, "Director Nicholson, how are you today, sir?" They didn't hear the reply, but it was enough of a hint to tell them to get back to work.
"So, Sara," Warrick began as he and Sara walked out of the lab, all business again, "I have the results that Hodges gave me. I thought for a second that he was going to attach himself to me like a leech." He allowed himself a small joke before continuing, "Anyway, the material we couldn't figure out was diamond."
"Diamond?" Sara echoed, "It was nearly black with a ton of imperfections. Do you mean that it's industrial use diamond?"
"Maybe. It could have been used for computers."
"Therefore placing our suspect, who's a computer engineer, at the scene of the crime. Transfer of materials." They turned left and headed toward the break room where they could discuss the case sitting down. As luck would have it, they nearly bumped into the director, who was loitering suspiciously by the room.
"Well, hello, Sidle, Brown," Director Nicholson said, "And how are we doing today?"
"Fine sir," Warrick replied for the two of them. "We just got a huge break in our case. We need to follow it up. If you would excuse us?" He asked before the director could get a word in edgewise.
"Of course."
Instead of going to the break room like they had intended, Warrick and Sara turned right and headed towards Trace and Hodges, Warrick saying that Sara should see the sample.
"So what is this about being an uncle-to-be?" Warrick questioned, focusing his "interrogation look", one she could never lie to, on her.
"I'm not pregnant if that's what you're asking."
"What? So then what was Nick talking about?"
"Nick and I are trying to have a baby," Sara explained slowly, as though she was talking to a child.
"Oh, okay, you don't have to talk like I'm two or anything, you know," Warrick complained again.
"Yeah, but considering you don't have a clue about your life outside work, that's cause for speculation," Sara shot back as he waved her through Trace's doors. "So, Hodges, what do you have for us today?" she asked the bothersome lab tech.
"I already showed it to Mr. Brown," the other man said like he was bone weary.
"Well, I want Sara to see it too," Warrick replied, exercising his temporary power over the teacher's pet lab tech.
"Right, of course, boss." And with that, Hodges pointed to a certain microscope. "I had to do a hardness test on it, but it's real diamond, just not the nice shiny clear stuff people like."
Warrick just rolled his eyes at the first part of his statement, and sighed at the second. "Hodges," he asked, "Since it doesn't seem to have any value in jewelry, what would this type of diamond be used for?"
"Well," he began, "Since I'm so learned in lots of different subjects-"
"To the point, please, Hodges," Warrick interrupted before the lab tech sounded anymore like Greg, only with a more annoying ring to it.
"Right, boss, as I was saying, it could be used from everything from drill bits to electronic components."
"Would it be used in computer hardware?"
"Probably."
"Okay, thanks." Warrick and Sara both walked out, only to hear Hodges say, "Anytime boss!"
"You were right about the leech metaphor," Sara whispered to Warrick as soon as they were far enough away from the Trace lab.
"Now I really pity Grissom when Hodges has information for him," Warrick replied, "He probably stayed at the bug convention for a month just to get away from him."
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Nick woke up to the sound of retching. "Sara?" he asked in confusion, "Where are you?" His answer came in the form of a heave. His mind slowly cleared. "Sara!?"
"In here," came the weak reply from the bathroom.
Nick burst through the door, very concerned about his wife's health. "Sara, you okay?" he asked tentatively.
"Do I look okay?" she snapped back.
"No. But you still look gorgeous, even if your head is in the toilet bowl," Nick replied with a grin. She smacked him on the thigh, before she looked queasy again and threw up. "Maybe you have a 24 hour thing?" he suggested, brushing her hair away from her face. "Stomach flu maybe?"
"I don't think this is stomach flu," Sara complained, sitting against the wall.
"What do you think this is, then?" Nick demanded. His wife, usually in a good mood in the mornings, never sick, was acting like someone else was in her body.
"I might be pregnant."
"What?"
"I said, 'I might be pregnant."
"I got that part. How do you know that you might be?"
"I missed my period, and I never do that."
"It could just be work-related stress. I mean, the entire team is being stretched to the limit."
"That's what I thought too, but then I took that pregnancy test last night before I went to bed, and it was positive."
All Nick could do was gape at his wife. "So, that means . . ." he trailed off, unable to form the words.
"Yeah, Nick," Sara replied, "You're going to be a father."
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Sorry for such a short chapter, but I didn't have time to write over the weekend.
And I have no idea what industrial diamonds are used for (since I hate research, unless it would be completely strange if I didn't or something. I mean, come on, it's fanfic, and I can exercise my right to artistic licenses . . . Okay, back to what I was saying) And I do know a few things about what diamonds can be used for, so I'm not completely making up the thing about diamonds in computers and stuff.
And for everyone who (pretty much) hated me when I made Sara have cancer, I would advise you to stop reading here. (As in, this is the end) You'll know why in a few days, that's if you read on . . .
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Oh, and because I forgot to tell everyone what the song was in the last chapter (I think) it's "I Could Fall in Love" by Selena.
So, here we are, 3 years after the wedding . . .
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Nick was looking intently into the microscope and didn't notice Sara come in until she blew into his ear. "Jeez!" he yelped as he jumped up, almost knocking the slide off the microscope, "Don't ever do that again!"
"Sorry," Sara replied, not quite looking apologetic, "but your reaction was worth it."
"It wouldn't be worth it if you got suspended for that stunt!"
"Good point."
"I know, my dear, I always make a good point," Nick replied, turning around fully to embrace his wife of three years. Just as they leaned in for a kiss, who else but Warrick showed up at the door.
"Hey, guys, I have two things to say to you. One, get a room. Two, don't do this on company time," Warrick complained. Since Grissom was at some extended bug convention for about a month, and Catherine had two weeks off, he was the acting night shift supervisor at that moment.
"Sir yes sir!" Sara wisecracked, "We promise never to do that again, sir!" Warrick waved it off with a grin.
"You're lucky it's only me who catches you two doing that, if the director saw you, he'd be out for blood."
"Don't we know," Nick muttered, remembering the time when they had given each other a quick, very chaste kiss before going to their separate crime scenes, and how afterward, they got the earful of their lives from the director.
"Yeah, he chewed me up about taking two seconds to finalize some things with Deb," Warrick co-sympathized.
"Speaking of my best friend," Sara interjected, "When are you planning to propose to her? I have it on good authority that she's waiting for you to do something."
"Yeah, man," Nick added before Warrick could respond to Sara's inquiry, "You two've been going out for what, longer than Sara and I have been married? Make your move already!" Nick thought for a moment, and then said, "No wonder I got Sara, you are the world's biggest procrastinator."
"Thanks, man, as if I didn't know that already," Warrick replied sarcastically, although he did have a grin on his face. "I have the ring. I just didn't know if she would be ready to take it to the next level, you know."
"Warrick, I hate to break it to you," Sara answered with mock seriousness, "but she's been ready to take it to the next level a month after you two started going out. My god, the only reason she puts up with your thick- headedness is because she's head over heels in love with you!"
"Really?" Warrick asked in amazement.
"I knew it!" Nick exclaimed, "My best friend, my best man, and uncle-to-be of my unborn baby is completely, and utterly clueless!"
"Uncle-to-be?" Warrick repeated. "Are you guys not telling me something?"
"Something what?" Greg asked as he passed them, samples in hand ready to give to the lab tech.
"So how was your crime scene?" Nick asked in the hopes of getting everyone off the subject of babies.
"Good. I knew there was power in being a CSI," Greg replied proudly, "At least no one is treating me like a rookie anymore."
"By the way, congratulations on becoming CSI level 2." Sara congratulated.
"Thanks," Greg replied with a blush, "You were the one who inspired me to go from lab tech to CSI."
"Greg. Can. It," Nick warned, though he was somewhat amused by Greg's never-ending flirting with his wife.
"Like I ever do," Greg shot back as he rounded a corner, but before Nick could say anything else, Greg said, loud enough for everyone's benefit, "Director Nicholson, how are you today, sir?" They didn't hear the reply, but it was enough of a hint to tell them to get back to work.
"So, Sara," Warrick began as he and Sara walked out of the lab, all business again, "I have the results that Hodges gave me. I thought for a second that he was going to attach himself to me like a leech." He allowed himself a small joke before continuing, "Anyway, the material we couldn't figure out was diamond."
"Diamond?" Sara echoed, "It was nearly black with a ton of imperfections. Do you mean that it's industrial use diamond?"
"Maybe. It could have been used for computers."
"Therefore placing our suspect, who's a computer engineer, at the scene of the crime. Transfer of materials." They turned left and headed toward the break room where they could discuss the case sitting down. As luck would have it, they nearly bumped into the director, who was loitering suspiciously by the room.
"Well, hello, Sidle, Brown," Director Nicholson said, "And how are we doing today?"
"Fine sir," Warrick replied for the two of them. "We just got a huge break in our case. We need to follow it up. If you would excuse us?" He asked before the director could get a word in edgewise.
"Of course."
Instead of going to the break room like they had intended, Warrick and Sara turned right and headed towards Trace and Hodges, Warrick saying that Sara should see the sample.
"So what is this about being an uncle-to-be?" Warrick questioned, focusing his "interrogation look", one she could never lie to, on her.
"I'm not pregnant if that's what you're asking."
"What? So then what was Nick talking about?"
"Nick and I are trying to have a baby," Sara explained slowly, as though she was talking to a child.
"Oh, okay, you don't have to talk like I'm two or anything, you know," Warrick complained again.
"Yeah, but considering you don't have a clue about your life outside work, that's cause for speculation," Sara shot back as he waved her through Trace's doors. "So, Hodges, what do you have for us today?" she asked the bothersome lab tech.
"I already showed it to Mr. Brown," the other man said like he was bone weary.
"Well, I want Sara to see it too," Warrick replied, exercising his temporary power over the teacher's pet lab tech.
"Right, of course, boss." And with that, Hodges pointed to a certain microscope. "I had to do a hardness test on it, but it's real diamond, just not the nice shiny clear stuff people like."
Warrick just rolled his eyes at the first part of his statement, and sighed at the second. "Hodges," he asked, "Since it doesn't seem to have any value in jewelry, what would this type of diamond be used for?"
"Well," he began, "Since I'm so learned in lots of different subjects-"
"To the point, please, Hodges," Warrick interrupted before the lab tech sounded anymore like Greg, only with a more annoying ring to it.
"Right, boss, as I was saying, it could be used from everything from drill bits to electronic components."
"Would it be used in computer hardware?"
"Probably."
"Okay, thanks." Warrick and Sara both walked out, only to hear Hodges say, "Anytime boss!"
"You were right about the leech metaphor," Sara whispered to Warrick as soon as they were far enough away from the Trace lab.
"Now I really pity Grissom when Hodges has information for him," Warrick replied, "He probably stayed at the bug convention for a month just to get away from him."
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Nick woke up to the sound of retching. "Sara?" he asked in confusion, "Where are you?" His answer came in the form of a heave. His mind slowly cleared. "Sara!?"
"In here," came the weak reply from the bathroom.
Nick burst through the door, very concerned about his wife's health. "Sara, you okay?" he asked tentatively.
"Do I look okay?" she snapped back.
"No. But you still look gorgeous, even if your head is in the toilet bowl," Nick replied with a grin. She smacked him on the thigh, before she looked queasy again and threw up. "Maybe you have a 24 hour thing?" he suggested, brushing her hair away from her face. "Stomach flu maybe?"
"I don't think this is stomach flu," Sara complained, sitting against the wall.
"What do you think this is, then?" Nick demanded. His wife, usually in a good mood in the mornings, never sick, was acting like someone else was in her body.
"I might be pregnant."
"What?"
"I said, 'I might be pregnant."
"I got that part. How do you know that you might be?"
"I missed my period, and I never do that."
"It could just be work-related stress. I mean, the entire team is being stretched to the limit."
"That's what I thought too, but then I took that pregnancy test last night before I went to bed, and it was positive."
All Nick could do was gape at his wife. "So, that means . . ." he trailed off, unable to form the words.
"Yeah, Nick," Sara replied, "You're going to be a father."
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Sorry for such a short chapter, but I didn't have time to write over the weekend.
And I have no idea what industrial diamonds are used for (since I hate research, unless it would be completely strange if I didn't or something. I mean, come on, it's fanfic, and I can exercise my right to artistic licenses . . . Okay, back to what I was saying) And I do know a few things about what diamonds can be used for, so I'm not completely making up the thing about diamonds in computers and stuff.
And for everyone who (pretty much) hated me when I made Sara have cancer, I would advise you to stop reading here. (As in, this is the end) You'll know why in a few days, that's if you read on . . .
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
