A/N: Very short chapter...prelude for the sequel, to this one. And just when you thought things couldnt get any more messed up. Hehe. Also did this cause i have a few more ideas for different stories. With this one out of the way. I'm free to write them. Don't own anything.
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14 Months Later.
Greg wound his way down the ever-connecting walls of the San Francisco Crime Lab, having really no destination in mind, but if he kept moving, then no one could hear him making the call.
And who wants anyone to overhear a conversation with the wife.
Well almost wife.
"Pick up the phone" he whispered, holding some small hope that telling her to pick up the phone would in turn make her pick up the phone.
"The answer is I'm still fine since an hour ago when you called"
"How do you know that I'm not calling you to see what you have planned for the day?"
"Because you used that excuse when you on your way to work four hours ago. Greg the day is three –quarters over, I'm about to make something to eat, and probably watch TV"
"How's my baby doing?"
"We're fine Greg"
"Never be too careful you know"
"There's careful and then theirs obsessed"
"I've never been a father before"
"I've never been a mother before, but I'm not obsessed like you are"
"Have you had something to eat yet"
"I just told you I was going to get something, do you like the sound of your own voice?"
"No I forgot, wanna meet me?"
"Are we going to have a civilized conversation, no baby talk?"
"Umm..."
"Greg"
"Yes no baby talk"
"Alright that little café down the street"
"Why do you always choose there? What ever happened to eating steak or something"
"I'm in the mood for a sandwich"
"Fine, say twenty minutes, you just wanna grab the food and come back here?"
"Who's asking about me now?"
"Oh just everyone, why do you think I keep calling, they keep asking"
"Right"
"It is the truth see you soon"
"Bye"
"Al, I love you"
"My stomach proves that"
"Don't be mean"
"Love you too"
Greg placed the phone back at the hip and set off for the café down the street from the lab.
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Las Vegas
Sara glanced at the clock for the sixth time in the last ten minutes. It was intriguing how many other people were here, and even more so how long they had been sober, she had been coming for a little over a year. Give or take a few months. Ever since she found out something that had been her secret for the last year.
If she heard one more person get up and say Hi my names such and such and I'm an alcoholic she would scream. She had her six month and her year chip in her purse, that she was proud of. And still had to smile why she gave up drinking, and when.
The night she slept with Greg
Glancing at the clock again, she figured she could go home for a quick stop and be off again.
"Thank you everyone for coming today" the leader Ed said, saying you were welcome to stay for coffee and cookies that were stale but she wanted to get home, smiling a goodbye to a few she left.
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The Next Day
Alison walked the short distance from the townhouse to the mailroom, and scanned through the bills. Greg trying to get a few more minutes sleep, was unaware of his fiancé attention.
One caught her eye, something that she hadn't seen in over a year, except this time it was addressed her. No return address.
Thinking it was someone from the building she opened it, a newspaper clipping fell out into her palm.
A baby announcement.
Announcing the birth of Jonathan Sanders.
6 months ago.
The mother Sara Sidle.
The father Gregory Sanders currently residing in San Francisco, not even a hundred yards from where she stood.