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At 3:00 pm the next day, Sara sat on her hospital bed, reading a magazine. She was set to be discharged around 4:00 pm, so she had just a little bit longer to wait. She couldn't wait to be at home, and in her own bed. Even though she was on bed rest for the next two weeks, the doctor said she could still go into work after a few days, as long as she didn't go out into the field or get too stressed. She figured she could just lounge in the break room and work on case reports. It was better than sitting at home by herself.

Sara wondered if Nick would come to pick her up. He had left while she was sleeping, and she never found a note from him or anything. She decided to call Catherine.

"Hello?" She sounded tired, and Sara feared that she may have woken her up.

"Cath? It's Sara. Did I wake you?"

"No. I just got home from picking Lindsey up from school. Are you okay?"

"I'm in the hospital, and I didn't drive myself here. Do you think you could come get me?"

"You're in the hospital? Sara, what happened?" Catherine asked, worry evident in her voice.

"I'll explain when you get here. Is 4:00 okay for you?"

"Yeah. I'll be there."

"Thanks Catherine." Sara quickly hung up the phone in order to avoid anymore conversation.

She quickly picked up her pile of clothes and went into the bathroom to change out of the horrible hospital gown.

She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, clad in a pair of low rise, boot cut jeans, and a long-sleeved, red shirt, that hung on her loosely. "It's not going to be big on me for much longer, though." She said to herself.

"Oh, you're not going to grow that much, Sara."

She nearly jumped out of her skin, when she heard the voice. "Jesus Christ, Nick! Are you trying to put me back in that bed?"

He was sitting in the chair next to the window. She hadn't even heard him come in, and wondered just how long he had been in there. She wasn't in the bathroom for that long, was she?

"How did you get in here"" She asked walking over to the bed, and slowly lifting herself back into it.

"I opened the door, and walked in."

"Smart ass. Why are you here?"

Nick got up and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to her. "To pick you up."

"Well, I called Catherine to come get me. When I woke up and you weren't here, and there was no note or anything, I didn't think you were coming back. I mean, how was I supposed to know?" Sara got off the bed and walked over to the window, avoiding his gaze.

Nick took a deep breath and stared down at the spot in the bed Sara had been occupying. "Sara… I care about you a lot… Whether you're pregnant or not. I wish you'd believe me."

"How can I? After last night… I don't know what to think… The way you reacted…" She trailed off, and continued staring out the window.

"Sara – Come on. You gave just as good as you got." Nick was beginning to get irritated. This pregnancy was just as much her fault as it was his. "You're acting like I'm just some bum you picked up at a bar!"

Sara spun around, the hurt evident in her eyes. "And you're acting like I'm some cheap whore who is used to getting knocked up by the bums at the bar!"

Nick took another deep breath, making sure to keep his voice lower this time. "Sara, we can't fight like this…" He got up and walked over to where she was standing. "I'm sorry. Okay… I don't know how to make you see that."

"I don't either, Nick."

He gently reached for her hand, and held it in his, caressing the back of it with his thumb. Sara let out a loud sigh, and went into his arms, allowing him to envelope her in a warm embrace. She wrapped her arms around his back, while his went around her waist.

Sara buried her face in his chest and said "I'm so scared."

He ran a hand through her hair, and gently kissed the top of her head. "Me too."

"Am I interrupting something here?" Catherine's voice came from the other side of the room.

Sara pulled away from Nick slowly. "No."

"Sara… I thought you called me to pick you up. Why's Nick here?" Catherine walked further into the room and looked at them both curiously.

"I'm sorry, Cath. I didn't know he was coming. I wouldn't have called you if I knew…" Sara looked into Nick's eyes, and then back to Catherine, not sure of what to do.

"Sara, what's going on? Why were you in the hospital?"

"I'm pregnant." She blurted out.

Catherine blinked a few times as if someone had just spit in her face. "Excuse me?"

"I am pregnant." Sara said slower. "I'm going to have a baby."

Catherine stepped over towards her co-workers, and wrapped her arms around Sara. Nick let go of her hand and backed away from them. "Sar… I'm going to go. I'll call you later, okay?"

Sara pulled away from Catherine slightly. "Yeah… okay. Thanks, Nick."

After Nick left, Catherine pit her hand on Sara's shoulder. "Sara, who's the –"

"Can you just take me home, please?" Sara asked not wanting to get into too many details.

Without saying a word, Catherine led Sara out to her Tahoe, and drove her home. The ride was completely silent except for the quiet sound of the radio.

When Catherine pulled into the parking lot to Sara's apartment complex, she put her hand on Sara's arm. "You'll have to tell Grissom."

"I will." Sara said getting out of the Tahoe. "Thanks Catherine."

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call."

Sara smiled, and nodded. She shut the door, and headed into the building, not looking back once.

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Nick walked into the lab that night in a daze. His mind was going a mile a minute. He had to do something to show Sara was sorry he was and that he was going to be there for her. But when he was so scared himself, he didn't know if there was anything he could do. He walked into the locker room to find Catherine storing her jacket and bag in her locker. "Hey Nicky."

"Hey."

"How's Sara?"

"Fine I guess. She had to take the next few days off, but I think she'll manage. The doctor put her on bed rest for a few weeks, but she's allowed to come into the lab after a few days as long as she doesn't too do much." Nick opened his locker and threw his bag in.

"Sara on bed rest? That should be interesting." She closed her locker and headed for the door. "How far along is she?"

"I don't know exactly. A month, maybe." Nick shut his locker and headed out of the locker room with her.

Catherine looped her arm through Nick's as they walked towards the Break Room. "You'll be a great dad, Nick."

"How'd you know –?"

"I know these things." She smiled mischievously and headed for the coffee pot leaving him standing speechless outside of the Break Room.

For the first time it what seemed like a long time, Nick felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Thanks Catherine." He whispered to himself.

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Sara woke to the smell of bacon. 'Bacon? When the hell did I get bacon?' She thought to herself as she slowly got out of bed, the nausea not going unnoticed. She headed out into the hall, and peered into the kitchen. There was Nick standing over the stove. "Nick?" She asked as she came into the kitchen.

Nick turned around to find a sick looking Sara gripping the back of a chair for support. "Morning, Sara. Why don't you sit down? You don't look so good."

"Morning sickness." She stated simply lowering herself into the chair. "Why are you cooking meat in my apartment? And how did you get in here?"

"I'm making breakfast. Don't worry, the bacon is for me. I made you some pancakes and scrambled eggs." As he said this he put a plate full of food down in front of Sara, along with a tall glass of orange juice. "And as for how I got in here…. That's for me to know, and you not to." He winked at her before turning back to the stove.

"Nick, I'm really not hungry." She pushed the plate aside, and took a drink of the joice.

"I don't care. Eat it for the baby." He sat down with his plate of bacon and eggs, and a glass of juice.

"Nick –"

"Look, Sara. I don't really know what to do or what will happen, but I'm trying. I really messed up, and I don't know what I would have done if something happened to you or that baby because of me…." He took a deep breath. "I'm trying Sara."

The two remained quiet for the rest of the meal. When Sara was does eating, she got up to wash the dishes.

"Sara, let me do that," Nick said taking the sponge from her.

"Nick, I'm pregnant, not handicapped." She took the sponge back from him and continued washing the dishes.

A few minutes later, Sara was finished. They decided to watch some TV, but Nick couldn't take the silence anymore. "Should we talk about this?" He blurted out breaking the deafening silence.

"What's there to talk about?" Sara asked not taking her eyes off the television.

"Uh… What we're going to do. Should we get married? When and what should we tell the rest of the team? Have you thought of a name or anything yet? Should we move in together? Maybe buy a house? Oh, and should we-"

Sara flipped off the TV and threw the clicker down on the table. "Nick! Stop!"

"Well, these are things we need to think about." He said in his own defense.

"Yeah, but we have a good eight months, okay?" She let out a deep sigh, and ran a hand through her hair.

"I think we need to think about this stuff now, though."

"Okay fine. First, why should we get married, unless you love me and I love you? Second, do we have to tell the team? Third, what do you want to name the baby? Fourth, do you want to live together? Fifth, do we have enough money to buy house right now? And sixth, why do you care?"

"Sara, come on. It's my kid, too. Why wouldn't I care? And why did you have to answer all of my questions with a question?"

Sara leaned her head back on the couch. "Because I have not thought about any of this, okay. I still don't think I've accepted the fact that I'm going to be a mother, to your child, not less. I don't want to think about it right now."

"Sara –"

"Maybe you should just go home. We can talk later."

"But –"

"Nick, please?" She looked over at him, and he saw the exhaustion and confusion in her eyes. She was in no shape to argue, and neither was he.

"I'm sorry."

"Nick! Stop apologizing! If I hear you say you're sorry again, I'm going to explode! Please just go." She got up and went to open the door for him.

Nick slowly got up off the couch and walked out the door. Sara slammed it shut behind him, and rushed to the bathroom where she spilled her stomach contents into the toilet.

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TBC

A/N: I hope you all are still with me here. I know it had been a while since I updated, but with being in the hospital, having two finals, and then ff.net being mean I just couldn't anything to work. Don't worry. The next chapter will be up soon: Nick calls his Mommy!