II. We Need to Talk
"Cath, what is it?" Nick instantly became concerned. Nothing good ever followed 'we need to talk.' "I'm coming over," he added.
She sniffled. "Okay."
She sat on the couch, her head in her hands, blonde hair hiding her face. When she looked up, he could see that something was terribly wrong.
…6 weeks earlier…
"Oh, God."
Nick sat up with a groan- and a massive hangover. He really had had too many beers. "What?" He looked at the woman next to him. "Oh, no." In the bed beside him, wearing absolutely nothing was his supervisor, Catherine Willows.
"Damn, Nicky, what the hell did we do?" she brushed her hair out of her electric blue eyes.
"I don't know."
"Nick…" Catherine looked up, uncertainty and fear clouding her normally confident expression. "I'm pregnant.
"If anyone ever finds out…"
Nick nodded. "We're dead."
Her jaw tightened. "There's only one way to do this."
"And that is?"
"We have to forget this ever happened. No ties. No reminders. Not with a look, a touch, or a comment. Nothing." He could see the new determination in her eyes.
"Agreed."
They made a vow never to mention that night again. And they kept that vow.
The night was completely erased from his memory. Whenever he thought about it, he buried himself in something else. He didn't let his mind wander back to that night, didn't think of what could have been.
Until now.
Yet before the words had finished leaving her mouth, he remembered. As clearly as if it happened yesterday.
He swallowed. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. "I'm pregnant." A long, awkward silence followed her life-altering statement. "Nick-" she stopped, running her fingers through her hair agitatedly, "What did we do?"
A/N: It's an odd couple, I know, but it was nagging at me and I decided to put it to use. :bites lip: You like?