Amy was now four months into her pregnancy. Grissom had given Greg a couple weeks off every month so that he could be with her. When he was, sometimes in the middle of the night, she would just sit up, wide awake, and ask him to make a run to Taco Bell, 'pretty please, then you can go back to sleep'. She had already bought a book on names every now and then asking Greg what he thought of certain ones. They had started making a list and using it as a bookmark. Some days, she would wake up, sit down on the couch, and scratch out a certain name and add a new one. Once, Greg got up at 3:30 in the morning to get a snack, only to find that Amy was curled up on the couch looking in a baby magazine. Greg knew that she was exited, and she had every right to be.

When Greg's two weeks were up, and he had to retreat back to work, Nick asked him how everything was going and if he wanted to go get a drink with him after shift.

"Sure. I'll just have to call Amy and tell her that I'll be late getting home."

"Oooo…I think that someone is a little whipped…" Warrick said as he came in, a huge grin playing on his face.

"Ha…..Ha..." Greg said in a sarcastic voice. "But seriously, I can't be out too long cause she might think…something has happened. You know how she is." He was referring to Luke, of course, and everyone knew that. The joking died down after Grissom walked in with the cases. "Ok, everyone, ready for another day?"

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Later, when Greg, Nick, and Warrick got off shift, they all went to the bar that was only a few minutes away from the station. They walked in and sat down all ordering a beer, looking around. Greg nudged Nick who looked over at him, confused. Greg pointed his head over to a man dressed in all black, his hood to his jacket put low on his face. "I don't feel so good about him." Greg said.

"Don't worry about it, it's probably just one of those emo kids, you know? Most likely under age. You need to relax. Here, I'll buy you another beer."

About an hour later, Greg said he was going to head home. And slowly, a half and hour later, the other two followed, about ten minutes apart. None of them noticed that the man in all black fallowed Greg out when he had left. So when Nick got a phone call from Amy at about 9:00 in the morning, he was surprised.

"So you don't know where he is?" Amy asked into the phone. It was well past when Greg estimated he was going to come home after going out for drinks, and he hadn't arrived yet.

"No I don't. He left about a half an hour before us, wanting to go home to you and I haven't seen him since. Sorry." Nick replied.

"Alright thanks anyway, Nick."

"Wait. Did you call his cell?"

"Yeah that is the first thing I did. It must be turned off; I got the voicemail on the first ring."

"Ok. Well I'll call to check in an-"

"Hold on, here he is. Thanks Nick."

She hung up the phone and set it on the counter and walked over to where Greg was leaning against the door with his eyes closed. "Where have you been?" Amy asked, feeling a little mad that he hadn't called her to tell her where she had been.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. They were bloodshot. "I've been with Nick." He said.

His voice was a little raspy. She had just noticed that he was holding his hand to his head, too.

"Well, that is funny. 'Causes guess what? I was just talking to him. He said he hadn't seen you since you left the bar." She bent down, getting close enough to smell him. "How much did you drink?"

He sighed heavily and didn't look her in the eye. He stood up. "I'm going to bed."

"No your not. You leave me sitting here worried, and wondering if you are lying in a ditch somewhere, beaten to death, and then you come in here, smelling like you have taken a bath in alcohol, and lie to me, then dismiss it. No." she sighed.

"I'm sorry. Ok? I just-" he didn't get to finish because of a sharp slap in the face.

"I don't want to hear it. I am 4 months pregnant, and this is how you come home? You don't know how worried I was." He had moved his right hand from his head to the left side of his face, reflexively. His head had a cut on it, near his hairline. Amy's voices fell from anger to worry. "Did you get into a fight?"

"I told you its nothing." he said, almost whispering and swaying slightly, using the doorframe to help him stay steady.

Amy studied him for a moment, then stepped to the side and watched him turn the corner, staggering. She was trying not to think of all the things that could have caused that cut on his head, but was pulled from her thoughts when she heard a crash coming from the bedroom.

Ooooohhh…! Cliff hanger, right? Tell me what you think and give me some ideas for the next couple of chapters. I hope this ties you over till then. Love ya'll!