A New Addition
Pairing: Nick and Sara
It has been a week since Sara went on maternity leave and she is bored. Someone calls her to check up on her.
Disclaimer: I don't own Nick, Sara or any other CSI character. I do own Nick and Sara's families and any other non-CSI character.
Maternity Leave Blues
Sara was sitting on the couch with her feet propped on the coffee table. She had her hands on her almost eight month pregnant tummy. The television was on, but she had no interest in what was being shown. There were a few forensics journals that were sprawled around her, but she paid no attention to them. She tried to sleep, but was feeling very uncomfortable.
She was home alone. Nick left for work three hours ago. They hated to leave each other, but she was on maternity leave and he still had to go to work. He promised to call her several times to check on her and to give her a sense of companionship.
"Abigail Melanie Stokes, I wish you were born already," Sara cooed to her belly. "I hate to stay here all by myself. I wish your father would call me. I know that Grissom sent him out to process a crime scene, but he should have called me already."
As if on cue, the phone rang. Sara put her feet back on the floor and slowly got up from the couch.
"Stokes residence, Sara speaking," she answered. "Who is calling?"
"Sara, is this a new way to greet callers?" a man's voice with that familiar Texas drawl asked.
"Nick, where the hell have you been?" Sara asked. "I was waiting for your call! You scared the shit out of me!"
"I am sorry," Nick said. "Grissom, Greg and I had to process a crime scene."
"Where are you now?" she asked.
"I am at the lab waiting for Hodges to process some DNA," he said. "I just wanted to call to say that I miss you here. Everyone here misses you, including Ecklie."
"Nicky, don't you ever say that about Ecklie missing me again," Sara said cringing. "In fact, I don't want him anywhere near our daughter. He will really hear it from me if he even comes within an inch of her!"
"I get the point, Sara," Nick said. "How are you holding up at home?"
"I have the maternity leave blues," Sara said. "I have a pile of forensics journals here that I wanted to read so I don't lose any knowledge of the field. I've got them sprawled around me and didn't even bother to read them. I was watching some program and quickly got bored with it. How are you holding up at the lab?"
"It's not the same without you," Nick said.
"I know it isn't," Sara said. "Where's Warrick?"
"He is processing a different crime scene with Catherine," Nick said. "I'll tell him you said hello. Better yet, I shall tell him to call you!"
"Hey Sara, how are doing?" another voice said.
"Sanders, give me back my phone, you punk!" Nick said. "For crying out loud, I just wanted to talk to my poor wife who is bored out of her mind."
"I want to talk to her," Greg said.
"Get on your cell phone and call her yourself," Nick said almost losing his patience.
Sara laughed at the exchange on the other end of the line. She was going be a mother soon and she had to deal with the immaturity from the man who will soon become a father and the other man who just became a CSI.
"Nick, let me talk to Greggo for a minute," Sara said. "I will talk to you for a little while longer."
"Fine, but I want my phone back when you are finished," Nick said. "I will wait here. Don't hang up!"
"Hey Greggo, how are you doing?" Sara asked.
"Despite the fact that your husband and Abigail's father is watching me like a hawk as we speak," Greg said. "I am doing okay. I miss your scornful expression when I don't get freshly brewed coffee to the break room in time."
"You should come here to see my scornful expression due to boredom and loneliness," Sara said. "I wish Grissom would just let me continue to work until my water breaks."
"I don't think it would have been wise of him to do that," Greg said. "If something bad happened to you or Abigail, Grissom couldn't live with that on his conscience. Nick and Warrick would be mad at you. I think Nick would really be extremely angry at you for putting yourself and your daughter at risk."
"Whatever, Grissom, Jr.!" Sara said. "Can you give my husband his phone back. I really want to talk to him."
"Thanks, Greggo," Nick said as the receiver on his ear. "Could I get a little privacy, please? Sara, I heard what Greg told you. Grissom is only looking out for you and our daughter. Besides, you have slightly reverted to your workaholic ways before you went on maternity leave."
"Nick, I wanted to tie up some loose ends," Sara said. "I didn't want anyone from Ecklie's shift to finish what I had started."
"I would have taken care of that for you," Nick said.
"Nicky, you didn't have to do that," Sara said. "However, thank you for the offer."
There was a sudden silence.
"Nick, are you still there?" Sara asked with great concern.
"Yes, I'm still here," Nick said. "I just got paged by Hodges with the DNA results. I have to run now. I will see you after shift. I love you and Abigail!"
"We love you, too, Nick," she said and they hung up.
Sara stood still for a few moments and felt her stomach rumbling. She went to the kitchen to get some ice cream and debating to give into her strange cravings or not. She decided to have some cookie dough ice cream, but without the olives or tomatoes. Sometimes she wasn't in the mood to eat food combinations that would have made her stomach lurch when she wasn't pregnant. Nick would have winced in disgust if he learned that she was eating B & J's with pickles, olives and/or tomatoes.
She slowly sat down on the couch. After speaking with Nick, she started reading the old forensics journals with fervor. She took some time to eat her ice cream. When she wanted a break from reading, she watched Monty Python's Flying Circus and Blackadder. An hour after Blackadder ended, she was lying on the couch fast asleep.
TBC