Chapter Three - Finding Out

It had been a little over a month since Sara had woken up in the strangers house and she had made some drastic changes in her life. She had confided in Brass about what had happened and he'd convinced her that she needed help. She didn't want the rest of the team to know and he promised to keep quiet. She began to see a therapist, and so far things were starting to look up. She hadn't had a drop of alcohol since that night.

It was an unusually slow night at the Las Vegas crime lab and Sara was sitting with her other coworkers, minus Grissom, in the break room trying to catch up on paperwork. She hadn't been feeling very well tonight and couldn't concentrate on her work. So, instead she was glancing around at the others and studying them.

"Okay guys," Grissom said walking into the room, carrying pizza boxes. "I found it somewhere inside myself tonight to be nice and pay for pizza."

The others cheered but Sara remained silent. She really wasn't feeling like eating. She watched Grissom set the boxes on the table in front of her and open them up. As soon as she caught a wiff of the food her stomach lurched. She put a hand over her mouth and knowing she would never make it to the bathroom in time she hurried to the trash can and retched.

She raised up and leaned against the counter shakily. She glanced up at the rest of team embarressed. Warrick was by her side in an instant holding out a cup of water for her to drink. She took a small sip and smiled her thanks. Her hands were still shaking, spilling the water so Warrick took the cup back from her.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"Yea," she replied. It was a lie though, she felt horrible still.

"You're really pale Sara," Catherine commented.

"I'm fine," she said. She attempted to take a step towards a chair and lost her balance. If Warrick hadn't been standing close enough to catch her she was sure she would have fallen down making an even bigger fool out of herself. He helped her over to the couch as Brass walked into the room.

"Sara, I think you should go home," Grissom said.

"She can't drive like this, I'll take her," Warrick offered.

"That's okay Warrick," Brass said. "I'm about to head out that way, I can drop her off."

"Well," Warrick said hesitantly. "Okay."

"Sorry guys. I hope I didn't ruin your appetite," she said standing up. She still felt a little lightheaded and wobbled just a bit. She finally regained her balance and flashed a thankful smile at Warrick.

A few minutes later she was sitting in Brass's car and they were heading to her apartment. She had a strange sense of deja vu.

"Are you okay?" Brass asked after a few moments of silence.

"Yea, I'm sure it's just a stomach bug or something," she said.

"Sara," he paused. "I know you don't remember much of that night, but do you remember if you guys used protection?"

"I'm sure we did," she said. "I mean...I can't be...It's not possible...oh my God!"

"What?"

"Pull over," she said.

"What?" he repeated.

"Unless you want your nice clean car dirty I'd pull over Jim," she said. He pulled the car to the side of the road and almost before it was stopped she was out the door and throwing up on the side of the road. She wiped her mouth and got back into the car.

"What am I going to do?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.

"I take it, it is a possiblity?" he said.

"It's been over a month and I didn't even think about it, but I haven't..." she paused a bit embarressed.

"You haven't had your period?" he finished with a small smile.

"Right," she answered.

"Well, we can stop by a store on the way," he suggested.

"Thanks," she said.

Twenty minutes later they pulled up to Sara's building, her now with a bag containing a home pregnacy test. She had never had to buy one before and was amazed at how many different brands there were. She dumbly bought the most expensive one, figuring it would have to be the best.

"Want me to stay with you?" Brass asked.

"Thanks, but I think this is something I need to do on my own," she said. "I really appreciate how good you've been to me this past month. Thank you."

"It's my pleasure. I don't really get to be a father to my girls, so..." he trailed off.

"I'll see you next shift," she said.

"See ya," he replied.

She made her way upstairs and let herself into her apartment. She headed to the bathroom and took the pregnancy test out. She read the directions and then reread them. It wasn't that they were difficult, she just wanted to make sure that she didn't make any mistakes. She took a deep breath before opening the package and taking the test.

She placed the applicator on the counter and sat down on the toilet seat. The directions said that she would have to wait three minutes for the results and her stomach was already in knots.

What was she going to do if she was pregnant. She didn't even know the fathers name. She knew where he lived, and could find it out easily enough, but judging by the contents of his car he was already a father. What were here friends going to think of her when she told them? What would Warrick say?

"Warrick, I should just forget about him. We're just friends. Even if we could be more, he isn't going to want me know," she said aloud.

She glanced down at her watch and realized that it was time to look at the results. She picked the applicator up with shaking hands and looked down. Two pink lines. She was pregnant.

She didn't even have time to process the information before there was a knock at her front door. Figuring it was Brass, just checking on her she rushed to the door.

"I am..." she trailed off when she saw Warrick standing here.

"You are what?" he asked confused.

"Nothing," she said. "What are you doing here?"

"Slow night. Griss let me go. I came to see how you are. You're looking better," he said.

"Oh," she said.

"Can I come in Sara?" he asked.

"Sorry," she said stepping back. She let out a sigh as she shut the door behind him. They made their way into the living room and sat on the couch.

"You okay?" he asked studying her.

"Yea, why?" she asked nervously.

"I don't know. You just seem...different," he said.

"I'm fine. I'm sure it's just some bug that made me sick. I feel better already," she lied.

"Well, you do look better," he said.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Warrick broke the silence.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said.

"About what?"

"I'm just going to lay everything out here Sara," he said. "I have feelings for you and I know you have feelings for me. I want to try this thing between us. We may have had a rough start but we got over it. I think we could have something pretty good together Sara."

"Oh God Warrick," she said closing her eyes. "This couldn't have come at a worse time."

"What are you talking about?" he questioned.

"Nothing. I just...I don't think that you and I are a good idea," she said.

"Are you saying that you don't have feelings for me?" he asked. She could see the hurt in his eyes and her heart broke. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes but she refused to cry.

"That's not what I'm saying," she said. "We're friends and coworkers Warrick. And there's just something you don't know."

"Then tell me," he insisted.

"No. I think you should leave," she said softly.

"Not until you tell me why we can't be together Sara," he said, his voice raising in anger.

"Warrick," she pleaded, a tear making it's way down her face. "Please don't do this to me right now. I can't handle it."

"Then tell me why," he said.

"Damnit Warrick," she yelled.

"What is going on with you?" he asked.

"Fine, do you want to know?" she asked. "About a month ago I went to a bar. I got drunk and went home with some guy. I don't even know his fucking name Warrick and I'm pregnant. Okay, so do you finally see why we can't be together. I'm having another mans child. So please just get the hell out."

Warrick didn't attempt to move, he just stood there staring at her sobbing. She could see the hurt and shock on his face and it was killing her. She wished he would just leave. She couldn't deal with this right now.

"Please," she cried. "Just leave me alone."

Without another word he turned and walked to her front door. She watched him glance back at her before walking out the door. As soon as the door closed behind him she collapsed onto the couch in helpless sobs.