Title: A Bump in the Road
Rating: PG 13 - Just to be safe.
Summary: Nick and Sara are having a steamy romance, but what happens when Sara finds out she's pregnant?
Disclaimer: No one in the CSI cast belongs to me. *tear*
Author's Note: This is in response to a challenge posted to the Nick/Sara group. At this point in time I have no idea how long it will be, or who all - besides Nick and Sara - from the show will be involved. I'm also not promising that everything will be "in character".
Thanks for all the great reviews! I'm so glad you all like this story! I have no idea why it said "Drama/Poetry". There is no Poetry in this story. I guess I must have screwed up or something. LOL Sorry!
Sorry I didn't get this posted earlier. I had actually written out the second chapter, but accidentally deleted it. Trust me, I was pissed! So, here I am, writing it over. LOL
Anyway! On with the story!
*Megan*
PREVIOUSLY
Dr. Hewie walked into the exam room, and sat down on the stool by my bed. He flipped through the pages in my chart, and then looked up at me. My heart beat began to quicken, and I could feel the sweat form on my forehead. Oh no. Please no. Not yet!
"Congratulations, Sara. You are indeed pregnant."
NICK'S POV
The drive to Sara's isn't long from my house. Only about 10 minutes. I have some Vegetable Soup for her. I haven't spent time alone with her in just about a week. Not since she plowed me over trying to get to the bathroom. Not since Catherine joked about her being pregnant.
There I go again with the whole pregnancy thing. Oh God! What will I do if Sara is pregnant? What will I do if it's mine? Is she the type that would sleep around with more guy than just one? Maybe she's pregnant, but the baby may not even be mine.
"Why am I so worried?" I ask out loud. Then, "Why am I talking to myself?" I'm so messed up, I think.
Sara really isn't the type that would sleep around with more than one guy. I have known her for three years now, and she's barely even had a boyfriend. Sure there was Hank, but she always said they weren't actually dating; they just hung out and stuff. Then Sara found out he was using her. I actually wanted to hurt him after that. Sara is my friend, and hopefully always will be. I'd do just about anything to never see her in pain again.
But that was almost four months ago now.
Maybe Hank came crawling back to her, and they had sex. Maybe this baby is his.
What am I saying? I don't even know for a fact that she is pregnant!
Oh, look I'm here. I see Sara's Tahoe parked in the spot outside of her apartment, and I pull my Tahoe in the spot right next to hers. I take the soup, and head up to her apartment.
SARA'S POV
As soon as I got home from the doctor, a ride which I don't even remember taking, I decided to take a nice, hot bath. I love baths. Nick and I took a bath together once. That was fun. I remember how he gently washed my back, placing kisses on the recently cleaned skin. We had a lot of fun. Too bad it has to end now. Once he finds out that I'm pregnant with his baby, he'll never talk to me again. Maybe I should just transfer back to San Francisco or something.
As soon as my skin starts to wrinkle from sitting in the water for so long, I decide to get out of the tub, and go relax for a bit before work. I can't sleep. Not when I have so much on my mind. I need to tell Nick about the baby, but I just don't think I can do it. How will he take it? I don't even want to be having this baby, so how can I expect him to want it?
What if he does want it? What if he decides we should get married or something so we can raise this baby together?
I don't want to get married just because he knocked me up. I want to marry for love. Something I'm not so sure either of us feels. At least not the kind of love people should feel for each other before they get married.
This is so messed up!
I wrap a towel around my body, comb out my hair. I had put it up in a high pony tail so it wouldn't get wet in the bubble bath.
"God, I look like crap!" I say to my reflection in the mirror.
I sigh and walk out into the kitchen. I'm so hungry. I need something salty. How about a big juicy pickle? Mmmm. yeah. Sounds good!
Just as I am about to reach into the fridge, I hear a knock at my door.
"Dammit!" I curse as I head over to the door.
I peer through the peep hole to see Nick standing out in the hall. What's he doing here? I wonder.
NICK'S POV
Come on Sara, open the door. I know you're in there. I say to myself.
Just then the door opens, to reveal a tired-looking brunette, wrapped in only a giant bath towel.
"What do you want, Nick?" She asks. She seems kind of irritated that I'm there. I wonder why.
"I just brought you some soup. Vegetable. I know you haven't been feeling well lately, so I thought it would be something nice to do. Seeing as how we are friends and all," I walk passed her and into the kitchen, where I set the bowl on the table.
"Oh. Um. Thanks," She says following me into the kitchen. "Let me go change real quick. Make yourself comfortable."
"You know, Sar. You look good in what you have on." I try flirting with her a little. She's only been avoiding me for the past week. Sick, or not, she could still talk to me once in a while.
"I'll be right back." She doesn't seem too amused. I wonder what's up.
She returns to the kitchen shortly wearing dark blue sweatpants that are 3 sizes too big, and a dark blue t-shirt with the word "Dream" printed in pink letters on the front of it.
'Cute' I think to myself. 'Too big for her, but cute.'
"Are you working tonight?" I ask.
"I'm supposed to. But I'm not really feeling well, so I might call out sick," she says sitting down on one of the bar stools in her kitchen.
Sara call out sick? Sara Sidle? No way!
"Don't look so shocked, Nick," she says as if reading my mind.
"Sara, you've worked with me for the past three years, and never have you actually called in sick," I sit down next to her.
"There's a first time for everything," she says plainly, looking down into the bowl of soup I put in front of her.
"Look, Sara. I know we were just having a good time and all these past three months, but I do care about you. I don't want you to get hurt. Maybe this whole 'friends with benefits' thing was a bad idea. I'm sorry - "
Sara quickly hops off her stool and rushes over to the kitchen sink, where she spills her stomach contents down the drain. 'She must really be sick' I say to myself.
Once she's sure nothing else is coming up, she rinses her mouth out with water, and comes back over to the bar, and hops back up on to the stool. "Sorry," she says.
"Look, maybe you should go see a doctor or something. This seems to be serious," I say, praying to God she's not pregnant.
"I did already, Nick," she looks up at me and I can see tears slowly making their way down her cheeks.
"Well, what did he say?" I ask as she turns her face away from mine to stare back into her bowl of untouched soup.
She took a deep breath. "He said I'm -" She took another deep breath. "pregnant."
TBC
Aha! Don't you love the way I end my chapters? Eh, I thought it was a good place! ( Well, I hope you're still liking my story.
Oh, a note about two of my other stories: "Son of a Bitch" and "What Happened?" If anyone wants a second chapter to SOB, which I wasn't actually planning on, e-mail me at BlueNred23@cs.com with ideas. And if anyone wants to give me ideas for WH - mainly why Nick is pissed off - you can e-mail me at the same address.
Thanks guys!
Rating: PG 13 - Just to be safe.
Summary: Nick and Sara are having a steamy romance, but what happens when Sara finds out she's pregnant?
Disclaimer: No one in the CSI cast belongs to me. *tear*
Author's Note: This is in response to a challenge posted to the Nick/Sara group. At this point in time I have no idea how long it will be, or who all - besides Nick and Sara - from the show will be involved. I'm also not promising that everything will be "in character".
Thanks for all the great reviews! I'm so glad you all like this story! I have no idea why it said "Drama/Poetry". There is no Poetry in this story. I guess I must have screwed up or something. LOL Sorry!
Sorry I didn't get this posted earlier. I had actually written out the second chapter, but accidentally deleted it. Trust me, I was pissed! So, here I am, writing it over. LOL
Anyway! On with the story!
*Megan*
PREVIOUSLY
Dr. Hewie walked into the exam room, and sat down on the stool by my bed. He flipped through the pages in my chart, and then looked up at me. My heart beat began to quicken, and I could feel the sweat form on my forehead. Oh no. Please no. Not yet!
"Congratulations, Sara. You are indeed pregnant."
NICK'S POV
The drive to Sara's isn't long from my house. Only about 10 minutes. I have some Vegetable Soup for her. I haven't spent time alone with her in just about a week. Not since she plowed me over trying to get to the bathroom. Not since Catherine joked about her being pregnant.
There I go again with the whole pregnancy thing. Oh God! What will I do if Sara is pregnant? What will I do if it's mine? Is she the type that would sleep around with more guy than just one? Maybe she's pregnant, but the baby may not even be mine.
"Why am I so worried?" I ask out loud. Then, "Why am I talking to myself?" I'm so messed up, I think.
Sara really isn't the type that would sleep around with more than one guy. I have known her for three years now, and she's barely even had a boyfriend. Sure there was Hank, but she always said they weren't actually dating; they just hung out and stuff. Then Sara found out he was using her. I actually wanted to hurt him after that. Sara is my friend, and hopefully always will be. I'd do just about anything to never see her in pain again.
But that was almost four months ago now.
Maybe Hank came crawling back to her, and they had sex. Maybe this baby is his.
What am I saying? I don't even know for a fact that she is pregnant!
Oh, look I'm here. I see Sara's Tahoe parked in the spot outside of her apartment, and I pull my Tahoe in the spot right next to hers. I take the soup, and head up to her apartment.
SARA'S POV
As soon as I got home from the doctor, a ride which I don't even remember taking, I decided to take a nice, hot bath. I love baths. Nick and I took a bath together once. That was fun. I remember how he gently washed my back, placing kisses on the recently cleaned skin. We had a lot of fun. Too bad it has to end now. Once he finds out that I'm pregnant with his baby, he'll never talk to me again. Maybe I should just transfer back to San Francisco or something.
As soon as my skin starts to wrinkle from sitting in the water for so long, I decide to get out of the tub, and go relax for a bit before work. I can't sleep. Not when I have so much on my mind. I need to tell Nick about the baby, but I just don't think I can do it. How will he take it? I don't even want to be having this baby, so how can I expect him to want it?
What if he does want it? What if he decides we should get married or something so we can raise this baby together?
I don't want to get married just because he knocked me up. I want to marry for love. Something I'm not so sure either of us feels. At least not the kind of love people should feel for each other before they get married.
This is so messed up!
I wrap a towel around my body, comb out my hair. I had put it up in a high pony tail so it wouldn't get wet in the bubble bath.
"God, I look like crap!" I say to my reflection in the mirror.
I sigh and walk out into the kitchen. I'm so hungry. I need something salty. How about a big juicy pickle? Mmmm. yeah. Sounds good!
Just as I am about to reach into the fridge, I hear a knock at my door.
"Dammit!" I curse as I head over to the door.
I peer through the peep hole to see Nick standing out in the hall. What's he doing here? I wonder.
NICK'S POV
Come on Sara, open the door. I know you're in there. I say to myself.
Just then the door opens, to reveal a tired-looking brunette, wrapped in only a giant bath towel.
"What do you want, Nick?" She asks. She seems kind of irritated that I'm there. I wonder why.
"I just brought you some soup. Vegetable. I know you haven't been feeling well lately, so I thought it would be something nice to do. Seeing as how we are friends and all," I walk passed her and into the kitchen, where I set the bowl on the table.
"Oh. Um. Thanks," She says following me into the kitchen. "Let me go change real quick. Make yourself comfortable."
"You know, Sar. You look good in what you have on." I try flirting with her a little. She's only been avoiding me for the past week. Sick, or not, she could still talk to me once in a while.
"I'll be right back." She doesn't seem too amused. I wonder what's up.
She returns to the kitchen shortly wearing dark blue sweatpants that are 3 sizes too big, and a dark blue t-shirt with the word "Dream" printed in pink letters on the front of it.
'Cute' I think to myself. 'Too big for her, but cute.'
"Are you working tonight?" I ask.
"I'm supposed to. But I'm not really feeling well, so I might call out sick," she says sitting down on one of the bar stools in her kitchen.
Sara call out sick? Sara Sidle? No way!
"Don't look so shocked, Nick," she says as if reading my mind.
"Sara, you've worked with me for the past three years, and never have you actually called in sick," I sit down next to her.
"There's a first time for everything," she says plainly, looking down into the bowl of soup I put in front of her.
"Look, Sara. I know we were just having a good time and all these past three months, but I do care about you. I don't want you to get hurt. Maybe this whole 'friends with benefits' thing was a bad idea. I'm sorry - "
Sara quickly hops off her stool and rushes over to the kitchen sink, where she spills her stomach contents down the drain. 'She must really be sick' I say to myself.
Once she's sure nothing else is coming up, she rinses her mouth out with water, and comes back over to the bar, and hops back up on to the stool. "Sorry," she says.
"Look, maybe you should go see a doctor or something. This seems to be serious," I say, praying to God she's not pregnant.
"I did already, Nick," she looks up at me and I can see tears slowly making their way down her cheeks.
"Well, what did he say?" I ask as she turns her face away from mine to stare back into her bowl of untouched soup.
She took a deep breath. "He said I'm -" She took another deep breath. "pregnant."
TBC
Aha! Don't you love the way I end my chapters? Eh, I thought it was a good place! ( Well, I hope you're still liking my story.
Oh, a note about two of my other stories: "Son of a Bitch" and "What Happened?" If anyone wants a second chapter to SOB, which I wasn't actually planning on, e-mail me at BlueNred23@cs.com with ideas. And if anyone wants to give me ideas for WH - mainly why Nick is pissed off - you can e-mail me at the same address.
Thanks guys!