AN Just cause I like introducing these in twos...there's a couple more...and possibly an epilogue...one thing at a time though. :)

Sara POV

I've gained ten pounds already. I know I can't hide this much longer. Catherine keeps telling me that I have to tell Grissom. That is a conversation I most definitely dread. How do you tell your boss, one that you had a crush on at one point, that you are having another man's baby? It just screamed awkward and I tend to avoid awkward at all costs.

"Sara it has to be soon." Catherine warned me in the parking lot after shift one night.

"I know, I know I've just been busy."

She rolled her eyes at me. Sometimes I wish she didn't know because then I could be in denial a bit longer, but she had caught me throwing up in the bathroom a few weeks back and well, she's damn good at her job. She'd figured me out in a minute.

"Do you need me to threaten you?"

"Threaten me?"

"Sara if you don't tell Grissom by the end of this week I'm going to Ecklie."

"That's dirty." I grumbled, but she had a point.

She put a hand on my arm, "It really will feel better once you've told him."

"I know." I sighed.

"Hey would you like to come over for breakfast? I'm making Lindsay pancakes before she goes to school."

I never thought I'd be hanging out with Catherine Willows, but then again I never thought I'd be pregnant with Greg Sanders' baby. Oh dear lord that even sounds weird in my head. I nodded in spite of myself, "Yeah I would, I'll just go home and shower first."

"Perfect." She smiled, "See you soon; maybe today you'll finally let me convince you to tell Greg." Yeah she'd figured that out too, I'm telling you this woman is frankly scaringly observant!

"Yeah right," I scoffed. I waved then walked over to where my car was parked. You know pregnancy must create mirages of things you never want to see, because I think I see Greg kissing someone.

I just stood there staring at them for what seemed like forever.

She saw me first and smirked, "I think we're being watched."

He turned around slowly and had the decency to blush, "Uh, Sara, hi…I."

I just shook my head, "Don't worry about it Greg." Then I got in my car and drove out of there as fast as I could.

Damnit why won't these tears stop falling, I don't think this could be more complicated if I tried. The woman looked familiar but I couldn't place her. It couldn't be that temp from a month ago, could it? What was her name, May or June? Something like that. Either way she looked way to familiar with him. Oh what did I care, I'm the one who left his room without so much as a goodbye. Did I expect him to just wait for me? Did I expect him to act more mature around the mother of his kid? Especially when he didn't know he was having a kid. Fuck it all, sometimes I wonder if I pissed somebody off and got this life as a punishment.