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Three Months Later
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"Oh, I can't wait to get this baby out of my body!" Monica complained as she and Bianca walked out of Cub Foods Grocery Store.
"You're what seven months along?"
"Yeah something like that. Maybe it can come prematurely. Then it will be even sooner. I can't stand being pregnant. Why couldn't Nick just let me get the abortion?"
They came to their car, and began piling all the groceries in the back.
"I think it's just so he could impress that co-worker of his. You know the one that showed up late to his wedding. Can't be that great of a friend is she showed up thirty minutes late." Bianca commented as she dumped the last bag into the car, and slammed the door shut.
"I bet if she weren't in his life, I wouldn't be pregnant right now." Monica said climbing behind the steering wheel.
"I don't know about that. He is a good guy, isn't he?"
"Yeah. Good for sex."
Bianca giggled. "You're such a whore!"
"I am not!"
"Look at Nick! In less than three months he knocked me up, got engaged, called off the wedding at the last minute, and then shacked up with his virgin-nun co-worker."
"You're such a bitch, you know?" Bianca said between fits of laughter.
"Oh, I know." Monica admitted as she pulled out of the parking lot and drove towards the apartment building she and Bianca lived in.
"So, what are you going to do?" Bianca asked as they pulled into the parking lot.
"About what?"
"You know what. Nick, the baby, the virgin-queen?"
"What do you mean?"
Bianca sighed loudly as they gathered the groceries and headed to their apartments, which were on the same floor. "He's going to be living happily, raising your baby, with some other woman."
"Yeah, so? It's not like I want this runt. And Nick… Well, he was just good for the sex anyways. And I really don't care about the next notch on his belt."
"I still think you're getting the crappiest end of this deal ever. I know you don't want the baby, but you could always make it seem as if you do, and then make Nick pay a fortune, since you know damn well he would. Then you'd get all that money. You could pay off the rest of your college tuition AND mine."
"I don't know, Binks." Monica said as she unlocked her door and dropped the food on the counter.
"And you know, you shouldn't be carrying that stuff." Bianca said, following her in.
"Eh, I don't care."
Bianca laughed. "At least think about doing something to make Nick regret this whole situation. I think it could definitely work to your benefit."
Monica sighed. "All right. I'll think of something."
"Good."
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"So when's the day?" Catherine asked as she, Nick, Sara, and Warrick sat around the break room waiting for assignments.
"June 23rd." Sara said happily.
"That's less than a month away!"
"I know" Sara said, still smiling.
"Do you have everything planned yet?" Catherine asked.
Sara looked over her shoulder at Nick, who was sitting on the couch with Warrick watching some sporting event, then back to Catherine. "We've got the gist of it."
"I'm really happy for you guys"
"Thanks" Sara grinned. "I'm happy, too."
"I can tell."
Sara blushed.
Just as Catherine was getting ready to ask Sara for more details, Grissom walked in with a serious look on his face. "Okay guys, time for work. We have a 419 over in the Garden Apartments. Stabbing. One victim. Sara, Warrick, you're on it. Catherine and Nick, you guys have a home invasion. I'll be in the lab in case any of you need help. I've got court tomorrow morning."
"Alright boss, we're on it," Nick said taking the assignment slip.
As his team left, Grissom breathed a sigh of relief. For once he was happy that all he had to do was paperwork for his trial. Home invasions were too tedious for him, and he hated working over in Gardens. That's where Holly Gribbs was murdered, and he'd never be able to bring himself to go over there again. He sunk down into his chair, and began figuring out how exactly to explain to a jury of citizens how he can tell, using bugs, when a person died.
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"Oh, I really don't like Home Invasions." Catherine whined as Nick pulled up to their crime scene.
"Neither do I, but it's our job."
"I know."
Just as Nick and Catherine were getting their kits out of the back of the Tahoe, Brass jogged up to them. "Hey guys, go on home. False alarm."
"Why didn't you call us sooner?" Nick asked, angry that they had driven all the way out there for nothing.
"Sorry, I just got here myself." Brass offered.
"Oh well. I guess we can go see if Sara or Warrick need any help." Catherine suggested.
They thanked Brass then hopped in the Tahoe and headed back to the lab to check in with Grissom.
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"You know, I almost got one of these apartments when I first came to Vegas." Sara told Warrick as they walked into the building, and towards to elevator.
"Well, I must say that I am very glad you didn't chose to live here."
"Me too."
The vic lived on the sixth floor, and neither Sara nor Warrick wanted to carry their kits up six flights of stairs.
"Whoever invented elevators is a god." Sara commented as they road up.
When they neared the fifth floor, the elevator stopped suddenly and the lights flickered a few times before going out all together.
"What was that you were saying about elevators?" Warrick asked sarcastically.
"I said whoever invented them was a god. That doesn't mean the people who built this one are." Sara answered.
A few seconds later a small emergency light came on, and gave little light to the small space. Sara reached down for the emergency phone, and informed the building manager of the situation. He told her that they'd have it fixed within the next thirty minutes.
"Well, I guess we better get comfortable" Warrick said, sitting down.
"Yeah" Sara sat down next to him, and leaned her head against the wall of the elevator.
"So, are you nervous?" Warrick asked, breaking the silence.
"About a 419?" Sara laughed. "Not at all."
Warrick chuckled and punched her arm playfully. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."
"I'm nervous as hell!" Sara exclaimed.
"Yeah, I thought so"
"Are you happy?"
"Hell yes!" Sara exclaimed once more.
Warrick laughed again, as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. "I'm happy for you guys."
"Thanks, Warrick."
Almost a half hour later, Sara and Warrick felt the elevator kick back to life. And a few seconds later the doors opened to the fifth floor. The vic's apartment was only a few feet away from the elevator. There was yellow police tape all around the door.
"Looks like another Murder Central" Sara commented as she and Warrick slipped underneath the tape, and took a look around the small apartment.
Brass trudged up to them, sweat rolling down his forehead, and short of breath. "Hey guys"
"Hey Brass, I thought you were on that other case with Nick and Catherine" Sara said.
"Yeah, but theirs was a false alarm. In fact, Nick is on his way over here and Catherine is going home to take care of Lindsey. What's up with the elevator? I think I waited for almost ten minutes. Then I climbed all the way up the stairs."
"Yeah it's broken" Warrick explained. "It got stuck while we were on it"
"Ah, I see"
"Hey guys, am I late for the party?" Nick asked as he walked into the apartment to join the rest of the group.
"Nope. We just got here ourselves" Sara said, happy to see her fiancée.
Nick walked over to where David was looking over the vic before taking her back to the lab, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her face. "Oh my god" he breathed, clasping a hand over his mouth.
"Nick?" Sara asked, concerned. She looked down at the body, and felt her heart stop beating.
"Monica" Nick said in a small voice. "That's Monica."
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TBC
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