A/N - Here we go guys! Enjoy!
Please review...let me know if this alright..Im kinda worried, Im not yet comfortable with AU stuff yet...
It had been a hard night. A triple murder in Henderson, two of the victims children. He took another sip of whiskey and didn't even wince as it went down.
"Rough night?" A voice beside him asked.
"Yeah." He replied dryly, not bothering to even glance at the person next to him.
"Ma'am?" The bartender stopped in front of them, waiting for her request.
"Jack." The voice next to him replied. "Make it a double."
"Rough night?" Brass asked dryly.
"Yeah." The woman sighed.
He looked over and was surprised to see a familiar face. "Oh. Hey." He smiled, scrambling to remember her name.
"Hey yourself." She smiled, smoothing out her scrubs as she fiddled in her seat, anxiously awaiting her drink.
"I'm sorry but I don't remember..." He started.
"Darlene." She smiled.
"Darlene." He smiled back, relieved to have a name to familiar face.
"I'm sorry, I know you're a captain, I hear the other officers refer to you as that around the emergency room, but I never actually caught your name."
"Captain Brass." He smiled. "Jim. Jim Brass."
"Well Jim. Jim Brass..." She grinned as she took the glass from the bartender and quickly downed its contents. "Let me buy you a drink."
Jim nodded and smiled as he turned his chair to face his new friend.
"Hey." He smiled as he leaned over the desk.
"Hey." She smiled back. "It's been insane tonight."
"Yeah, you look busy." He said standing to look around the busy emergency room. "Does this mean you won't be meeting me for drinks after shift?" He asked, his voice hushed.
"I may be late, so we may have to enjoy our beverages at my place, say 9 o'clock?" She smiled as she leaned over the desk, quickly giving him a small peck on the cheek as she grabbed a chart.
"It's a date." He called after her as she disappeared behind a curtain.
She stared at the test, unable to take her eyes of it. Two blue lines stared back at her. She sighed and shook her head and closed her closed her eyes; she opened them again and was greeted by the same two lines.
"This can't be." She said to the cat at her feet. "I'm forty-two year old. This can't be."
She sat on the edge of the tub, dazed for moment. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year, but it wasn't exactly a relationship. They would meet after shift and have a drink, talk about their day, and spend a little time together before having to rush off to work again. They hadn't talked about a future; they hadn't even talked about their status. They were happy being committed to being uncommitted.
"Shit." She whispered to herself as the thought of having to tell him entered her already clouded mind.
She knew there was no point in delaying the inevitable, she picked up her phone and dialed the familiar numbers. She breathed a sigh of relief when she got his voicemail.
"Jim, its Darlene. I need you to come over after you're done with work. I need to talk to you about something... See you then. Bye."
She hung up the phone and stared at the blue lines again.
"This just can't be right." She shook her head.
He arrived at her place just after eight in the morning. He gave his usual knock and waited for her to come to the door. To his surprise the door instantly opened and he stood there staring at her, still in her bathrobe, wet hair, and towel in her hair.
"Hey." He smiled. "I though maybe we could go to breakfast downtown, the Four Queens has a great..."
"I'm pregnant." She blurted out, interrupting him.
"You're what?" He asked, cocking his head in confusion.
"I'm pregnant. It's yours. I'm keeping it." She said matter of factly.
He stood there stunned.
"You can as involved or uninvolved as you want." She said softly.
A small smile crept to his face. "Wait... so I'm... going to be a father?"
"Yeah..." She nodded.
"That's the greatest news I've had in years!!" He jumped forward and swept her off her feet, twirling her around the apartment.
"So does this mean you aren't mad?" Darlene giggled as he set her back down.
"Do I look mad?" He asked with a huge grin.
"No." She giggled and leaned in for a kiss.
She watched the minutes tick away on the clock in the kitchen of their little house. She sat, her feet firmly on the floor, her hands on her stomach, panting through a contraction.
As the pain subsided she shook her head and grabbed the phone, as a nurse, she knew it was time to go.
"Brass."
"Jim!" She shouted, elated to hear his voice.
"D? What's the matter? Is it time?" Brass asked as he walked away from the corpse on the sidewalk.
"Yeah, we need to go, how soon can you be here?"
"I'm twenty minutes out. I'll be there as soon as I can." He promised.
"Ok, I'll meet you in the driveway."
Brass clicked his phone shut and turned to Nick and Warrick. "Gotta go guys, its baby time!"
Warrick and Nick shouted their good luck wishes as Brass jumped to his car and sped down the street.