Author's Note: Just another idea I got and had to write. Grissom is a bit OOC in this story, but I don't really care. It's my fic and I can do whatever I want with it. Teehee. Anyway, I promise this gets Snickery later on, and GSR is not here at all. Well, pretty much. Just read it. You'll know what I mean. Please review!

"You've got to be kidding me," Sara said under her breath.

"No, I'm not kidding you, Miss Sidle. You're five weeks pregnant," said the tall brunette doctor.

"What am I going to do?" Sara asked nobody in particular.

"So I would assume that this is an unplanned pregnancy?" said Dr. Tessa Darden. Sara nodded silently with her head in her hands. "Are you considering an abortion?"

Sara was a bit offended. "No! Absolutely not! I'm having this baby. It's not its fault I made a stupid mistake."

"Would you like me to recommend you to a counsellor?" Tessa asked.

"No…I'll be fine, I think. We have a departmental psychologist at work if I really need to talk to somebody."

"Do you know who the father is?"

Not that it's really any of your business, Sara thought. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea," she said dryly, in a tone that implied very clearly that she knew exactly who the father was. Grissom.

Dr. Darden wrote a prescription for a prenatal vitamin for Sara and gave her a few basic instructions on what to do and what not to do, like drinking or using drugs.

Sara took the prescription and thanked her, left the office and got into her car. She sat in the seat for a few minutes, staring blankly at the steering wheel, before bursting into a fit of uncontrollable tears. After she had cried all the tears she had to cry, she quickly regained her composure and drove to work. She'd barely had time to schedule her appointment before work, but she just managed to squeeze it in.

Pulling up to the lab fifteen minutes later, she checked herself in the mirror before going in. Crap, she thought. I look like a total mess. Her eye makeup was running down her face, her hair was a mess, and her eyes were red and puffy. There was no mistaking that she'd been crying, and she knew everybody would notice. She made a sorry attempt at cleaning up her face with a napkin she had in the glove compartment, but her efforts were futile. Letting her hair down, she smoothed it out and put it back into a ponytail. Whatever. Let her coworkers think what they want. Sara's only concern now was how to tell Grissom that he'd fathered her baby.

Catherine was already in the locker room when Sara arrived, and motherly instincts (and just plain observation) kicked in. "What's the matter, Sara?"

Oh, just that I'm pregnant with Grissom's baby. "Nothing," she lied.

Catherine narrowed her eyes. "Come on Sara, what is it?"

"I really don't want to talk about it," Sara explained. "Maybe later."

To her utter shock, Catherine dropped the subject. "Meet you in the break room?"

"Sure. I'll be there in a few minutes."

As Sara came out of the locker room a couple of minutes later and headed for the break room, she passed Grissom's office, and he came out at the same time. "Grissom," she said. "We need to talk."

He looked up from a case file he'd been studying and raised an eyebrow. "Can it wait? I have to give out assignments."

No, it can't wait. It's kind of urgent. "Yeah, sure," she lied, and followed him into the break room.

"Alright, Nick and Sara, you've got a DB out in Henderson. Catherine, rape case off the Strip. Be careful with this one. The victim is understandably very hostile towards any cops, CSIs, press, anybody. Greg and Warrick, you're with me. We've got a triple homicide in Summerlin." He handed out the slips and everybody started to gather their coats. Apparently, Grissom forgot that Sara needed to speak to him, because he just picked up his kit and walked out. Sara glared after him, and Nick noticed.

"What's up with you and Grissom?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said quickly.

"Sara…" he warned and begged at the same time.

"Nothing," she emphasized.

"Fine," he said. His tone changed when he said brightly, "I'm driving."

"Whatever," she said bitterly. She was not in a good mood.

They arrived at the scene and saw a young teenage girl in a pool of her own blood. Nick's shoulders instantly fell. "Poor girl."

"She can't be more than fifteen," Sara said sadly. "Is she…pregnant?" she asked, noticing the small bump at the girl's stomach.

"I don't know…could be. We'll have to have the coroner confirm."

Sara almost broke down. This was why she couldn't tell Grissom that she was pregnant. Nick noticed a small tear escape Sara's eye.

"Sara?" he asked gently.

"It's nothing," she said quickly and tried to wipe the tear away from her eye.

"What is it? You can tell me, you know," he assured, reaching out and taking her hand in his. "I'm a good listener. I've even been known to keep a secret or two."

"You won't tell anybody?" she confirmed after a few silent moments.

"Nope."

Sara glanced around to make sure nobody was within earshot. "Promise?" she said. She had been about to tell him, but chickened out and made him promise one more time.

"I promise," he said honestly.

She took a deep breath and said timidly, "I'm pregnant."

Nick was shocked. "Pregnant?"

"Yes," she said quickly. "Can we just get back to work?" she said in a desperate effort to change the subject. The look in his eyes hurt her more than anything else ever had. He looked…betrayed, almost. She didn't really understand why he would feel betrayed. It's not like she'd been cheating on him or anything. Was it? They were just friends, weren't they?

"Do you know who the father is?" he asked gently.

"Of course I know who the father is!" she snapped.

"Sorry," he apologized.

Sara closed her eyes. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that."

"It's okay. Have you told the father yet?"

"Not yet." She was glad that he wasn't pressing her for a name.

"Is he going to want the baby?"

"I don't know," she said sadly.

"How far along are you?" he asked.

"About five weeks," she answered. "I just found out today."

He pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back softly. Sara just about melted in his strong arms. He cared so much about her, and Sara found herself wishing that he were the father. She didn't really have any of those feelings for him, but if she could've picked a father for her child, it would've been him. He was good with kids. And adults. And seniors. And teenagers. Not to mention, he was devastatingly handsome and any of his kids would get awesome genes. He was the best logical choice for a father. So why had she slept with Grissom? He wouldn't be a good father. And, well, hello, the whole point of sleeping with someone was technically to make a baby.

"Look, if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know, okay? Strange midnight cravings, foot rubs, girl talk, when you need something to punch, anything. Okay?"

She laughed shallowly. "Deal."

"Who is the father?" he pressed, but gently. Sara looked away for a minute. "I'm sorry," he quickly apologized. "You don't have to tell me."

"It's Grissom," she said quietly after a moment.

"Grissom?" he asked in disbelief.

She nodded, embarrassed. To her surprise, he pulled her back into his arms and hugged her even tighter than before. "If there's anything I can do, anything at all…"

"Thanks," she said. She meant it, too.

He hugged her warmly for a few more minutes, rubbing her back gently and eventually let her go so that they could get back to work.

Tomorrow, Sara would tell Grissom.

"Grissom?" Sara asked from the doorframe of his office.

"Yes, Sara? Oh, that's right, you wanted to talk to me about something? Sorry, I forgot. What's up?"

She entered the room and closed the door behind her. Awkwardly, while still standing up, she wrung her hands and said, "I have something to tell you, and it's personal."

"Sit down," he said. "Personal? Personal for you or for me?"

"Both," Sara said nervously as she sat down in a chair at his desk.

Grissom raised a curious eyebrow.

"There's no easy way for me to say this, so I'm just going to come right out with it," Sara said, and prepared herself. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she said, "I'm pregnant."

Grissom stared blankly at her for a minute, not saying anything. Finally, he managed to croak, "Is it mine?"

Yes, you dolt. That's why I said it was personal for both of us. "Yes."

Grissom leaned back in his chair and shook his head. "No. It can't be mine," he said. "That's impossible."

"Grissom, I know how far along I am, and there's no way it could be anybody else's. I'm pregnant with your baby."

"It couldn't be," Grissom denied. "There's just no possible way."

"Grissom! It's yours! I'm absolutely sure of it!" She was yelling by now. Nick, who was walking by, heard the commotion and, against his better judgement, stopped to listen through the closed door. She'd obviously just told him she was pregnant, and from the sound of things, he wasn't taking it well.

They continued to argue. Sara started to go into great detail about how she'd missed a period, and went into the doctor's office, and how he was the only one who could be the father within the time frame. Despite the overwhelming evidence before him, he continued to deny it.

"Look, Sara. I'm your boss. We shouldn't have had that relationship…er, lapse in judgement."

"You think that that was a mistake?" she asked angrily. "You were right there with me, one hundred percent! Don't make this my fault!"

"If this gets out, I'm ruined. My career is toast. I slept with a subordinate, Sara. I could lose my job."

"Oh, so now you want to play politics? Whatever. I am going to have this baby and you are going to support it," she said angrily. "Besides, somebody's already offered to help me. I don't need you," Sara spat.

"If you have somebody else to help you, then you're right. You don't need me. This conversation is over," Grissom said.

Sara was steaming by now. She glared at him for what seemed like an eternity, but finally got up from the chair. Angrily she stormed out of the room. Nick didn't have time to run away before she flung the door open. "Nick! What are you doing here?"

He was caught. There was no denying it. Nick decided the only thing he could do was tell the truth. "I was listening," he said in shame. "I'm sorry. I heard yelling, and…"

She hung her head. "It doesn't matter. Everyone in the lab heard that. You just got a front-row seat, that's all."

He felt bad for her, and was relieved and shocked beyond belief that she hadn't slaughtered him. "Come on, I'll take you out for breakfast," he said, tugging at her hand.

She smiled at him weakly. "Thanks."

She would fix all of this later. Right now, she was going out for breakfast with what seemed like the only man who cared about her right now.

Author's Note: Okay, so review and let me know what you think. This is one story I'm extremely open to suggestion on, so let me know what you want to see happen!