Rating: Still PG for 2 naughty words.
A/N: Sorry, I'm so lazy. Here's the next chapter. Thanks to Shannon for fixing my errors!!!!!!!! * * *
Melody groaned as she sat up and leaned against the cold metal of the bathroom stall, waiting for the nausea to subside. After a minute she felt well enough the stand up slowly. "This puking thing is getting really old, really fast," she muttered to herself. She heard somebody snickering quietly on the other side of the light blue door. "What in the hell?" She yanked open the door and saw Catherine, with a small smirk on her face. "Is something amusing?" Melody snapped.
"Not at all," Catherine said. She watched Melody walk to the sink and splash her ashen face with a little cold water. When she finished, Catherine handed her a paper towel to dry her face and hands.
"Thanks," Melody mumbled. She threw the paper in the trash and walked to the door, still aware that Catherine was watching her.
"How far along are you?" Catherine asked finally, stopping Melody in her tracks.
"What?" she turned around, feigning ignorance.
"How far along are you?" Catherine repeated the question, slower.
"Um, I- That's- I'm not pregnant," she stammered.
"Uh-huh," Catherine gave her a knowing glance, "That's what they all say."
"Really, I'm not," she assured Catherine.
"Melody, I get paid to observe people for a reason," Catherine pointed out, "We all do."
"Good for you."
"Well, you might want to tell someone what's going on, because Sara thinks you're bulimic," Catherine said with a tiny smile.
"Maybe I am," Melody said, "Can we just drop it? And why would Sara think that?"
"She said that the two of you have been hanging out a lot lately. Movies, shopping and stuff. I never thought I'd hear that, by the way," Catherine smiled.
"You know, you guys are just too nosy for your own good," Melody pointed out.
"You should be worried if we're not, you know, being criminalists and all," Catherine said. "Are you going to answer my question?"
"Um, about 4 months," she muttered.
"Oh, so right before you moved to Vegas?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah. And I haven't told Jason yet, so if we could just keep this on the D.L. I'd really appreciate it."
"I'm not Greg, I can keep a secret longer that 5 seconds. Is Jason the father?" Catherine asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"I- um, I don't kno- no, he's not, which is why I haven't told him yet. I've known for a month or so."
"Wanna tell me who is? Old boyfriend?" Catherine, like Greg, loved gossip. The only difference being that she could keep it a secret.
"I don't know," she admitted, shaking her head. Melody sighed, staring at the floor tiles, a distant look on her face. She noticed Melody was trying not to cry.
"Honey, it's going to be okay." Catherine gave Melody a hug, "I-m sure that Jason-"
"No, it's not that, I just- I'm gonna go get some water and sit down for a minute."
"Why don't you go on home. Get some rest," Catherine suggested, " I'll make up something to tell Grissom, okay?"
Melody just nodded, "Thanks, Cath."
"No problem, that's what friends are for," Catherine said. "Sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, thanks," Melody turned and left the bathroom. After a quick stop by her locker, she made her way to her SUV without being seen by anyone. She threw her purse on the seat next to her and started the drive to her house, just on the outskirts of Vegas. She turned on the radio, trying to drown out her thoughts. She smiled as "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous" by Good Charlotte came on. It was one of her favorite songs.
She let her thoughts drift and began thinking of Greg. He was so sweet. And he was so funny. Though no one else did, Melody still thought his crazy antics were hilarious. Especially when presenting evidence he had just ran through CODIS or AFIS. And his omniscient grin was adorable. If she weren't dating Jason, she'd definitely be calling Greg every night.
Her thoughts drifted for a few more minutes before a loud honk interrupted her thoughts. She looked around and realized she was almost driving on the yellow line between the two lanes. She shook her head and turned down the radio, hoping her thoughts didn't gang up on her again. "Crap!" she muttered. She had managed to make it halfway home without any stops, but she was coming up on the scene of a bad car accident, "Thank God I'm not still at work," she muttered. Car accidents were the worst scenes to process, other than suicides.
Melody put her foot on the brake and heard a snapping sound. "What the-?" she glanced at the speedometer and realized the SUV wasn't slowing down. "Fuck," she yelled. She switched into the right lane, cutting off the car behind her. He swerved and flipped her off as he drove past. She took a deep breath and tried not to panic, hitting the button to turn on her emergency flashers before shifting the vehicle into neutral, hoping that would slow the car down enough she could put it in park.
"Thank God!" she exclaimed, relieved when she saw an almost deserted parking lot for the local grocery store. The almost empty parking lot would obviously be safer than the road. She glanced at the speedometer again. Unfortunately, downtown Vegas was mostly flat, so the car hadn't slowed down much; she was still going almost 30 mph at the entrance to the lot. Melody shook her head and hoped for the best as she whipped the car into the parking lot. She noticed the odd looks from the people coming out of Starbucks, but chose to ignore them. Melody tried the brake again and cursed when it didn't work. She looked down at the emergency brake. She had never used it, except when parking on a hill, and didn't think it would serve the purpose she needed it to. Melody gave it a yank and cussed when it didn't work. It had been sticking since Jason had gotten into the accident a few months before. He still hadn't gotten it fixed when he had said he would. From now on, she would be taking the car to the shop.
"Damn!" Melody looked up and realized she was heading straight for the Starbucks. She braced herself for the impact as her SUV crashed through the window.
A/N: Sorry, I'm so lazy. Here's the next chapter. Thanks to Shannon for fixing my errors!!!!!!!! * * *
Melody groaned as she sat up and leaned against the cold metal of the bathroom stall, waiting for the nausea to subside. After a minute she felt well enough the stand up slowly. "This puking thing is getting really old, really fast," she muttered to herself. She heard somebody snickering quietly on the other side of the light blue door. "What in the hell?" She yanked open the door and saw Catherine, with a small smirk on her face. "Is something amusing?" Melody snapped.
"Not at all," Catherine said. She watched Melody walk to the sink and splash her ashen face with a little cold water. When she finished, Catherine handed her a paper towel to dry her face and hands.
"Thanks," Melody mumbled. She threw the paper in the trash and walked to the door, still aware that Catherine was watching her.
"How far along are you?" Catherine asked finally, stopping Melody in her tracks.
"What?" she turned around, feigning ignorance.
"How far along are you?" Catherine repeated the question, slower.
"Um, I- That's- I'm not pregnant," she stammered.
"Uh-huh," Catherine gave her a knowing glance, "That's what they all say."
"Really, I'm not," she assured Catherine.
"Melody, I get paid to observe people for a reason," Catherine pointed out, "We all do."
"Good for you."
"Well, you might want to tell someone what's going on, because Sara thinks you're bulimic," Catherine said with a tiny smile.
"Maybe I am," Melody said, "Can we just drop it? And why would Sara think that?"
"She said that the two of you have been hanging out a lot lately. Movies, shopping and stuff. I never thought I'd hear that, by the way," Catherine smiled.
"You know, you guys are just too nosy for your own good," Melody pointed out.
"You should be worried if we're not, you know, being criminalists and all," Catherine said. "Are you going to answer my question?"
"Um, about 4 months," she muttered.
"Oh, so right before you moved to Vegas?" Catherine asked.
"Yeah. And I haven't told Jason yet, so if we could just keep this on the D.L. I'd really appreciate it."
"I'm not Greg, I can keep a secret longer that 5 seconds. Is Jason the father?" Catherine asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"I- um, I don't kno- no, he's not, which is why I haven't told him yet. I've known for a month or so."
"Wanna tell me who is? Old boyfriend?" Catherine, like Greg, loved gossip. The only difference being that she could keep it a secret.
"I don't know," she admitted, shaking her head. Melody sighed, staring at the floor tiles, a distant look on her face. She noticed Melody was trying not to cry.
"Honey, it's going to be okay." Catherine gave Melody a hug, "I-m sure that Jason-"
"No, it's not that, I just- I'm gonna go get some water and sit down for a minute."
"Why don't you go on home. Get some rest," Catherine suggested, " I'll make up something to tell Grissom, okay?"
Melody just nodded, "Thanks, Cath."
"No problem, that's what friends are for," Catherine said. "Sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, thanks," Melody turned and left the bathroom. After a quick stop by her locker, she made her way to her SUV without being seen by anyone. She threw her purse on the seat next to her and started the drive to her house, just on the outskirts of Vegas. She turned on the radio, trying to drown out her thoughts. She smiled as "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous" by Good Charlotte came on. It was one of her favorite songs.
She let her thoughts drift and began thinking of Greg. He was so sweet. And he was so funny. Though no one else did, Melody still thought his crazy antics were hilarious. Especially when presenting evidence he had just ran through CODIS or AFIS. And his omniscient grin was adorable. If she weren't dating Jason, she'd definitely be calling Greg every night.
Her thoughts drifted for a few more minutes before a loud honk interrupted her thoughts. She looked around and realized she was almost driving on the yellow line between the two lanes. She shook her head and turned down the radio, hoping her thoughts didn't gang up on her again. "Crap!" she muttered. She had managed to make it halfway home without any stops, but she was coming up on the scene of a bad car accident, "Thank God I'm not still at work," she muttered. Car accidents were the worst scenes to process, other than suicides.
Melody put her foot on the brake and heard a snapping sound. "What the-?" she glanced at the speedometer and realized the SUV wasn't slowing down. "Fuck," she yelled. She switched into the right lane, cutting off the car behind her. He swerved and flipped her off as he drove past. She took a deep breath and tried not to panic, hitting the button to turn on her emergency flashers before shifting the vehicle into neutral, hoping that would slow the car down enough she could put it in park.
"Thank God!" she exclaimed, relieved when she saw an almost deserted parking lot for the local grocery store. The almost empty parking lot would obviously be safer than the road. She glanced at the speedometer again. Unfortunately, downtown Vegas was mostly flat, so the car hadn't slowed down much; she was still going almost 30 mph at the entrance to the lot. Melody shook her head and hoped for the best as she whipped the car into the parking lot. She noticed the odd looks from the people coming out of Starbucks, but chose to ignore them. Melody tried the brake again and cursed when it didn't work. She looked down at the emergency brake. She had never used it, except when parking on a hill, and didn't think it would serve the purpose she needed it to. Melody gave it a yank and cussed when it didn't work. It had been sticking since Jason had gotten into the accident a few months before. He still hadn't gotten it fixed when he had said he would. From now on, she would be taking the car to the shop.
"Damn!" Melody looked up and realized she was heading straight for the Starbucks. She braced herself for the impact as her SUV crashed through the window.