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A/N: Surprise! I know I said the last chapter was gonna be the last one of this year but I've been working on this for a few days, so Merry Christmas! Enjoy!

Don't You Dare Change

Everyone stood there, shocked for words.

"Yes, you all heard me right. I'm pregnant again," I announced slightly sarcastically.

"Sara, stop this. We need to talk," Nick insisted as he reached out to grab my arm.

"No Nicky. What's there to talk about? You got me pregnant again, so what?" I asked, and span round before he could reach my arm.

"So, we need to sort this mess out. We need to talk and work out what the hell we're gonna do," he tried to explained.

"I don't want to talk," I protested. "I want to take my children home and get on with my life."

"But what about us? No matter what, Sara, I'm still in love with you. And I'm still their dad," he argued.

"There hasn't been an 'us' for 2 months," I reminded him.

"Doesn't this change anything?"

I didn't reply.

"Answer my question," Nick demanded.

"Greg, can you take Ava and Maddie into the playroom again please?" I asked.

"Sure," Greg nodded, trying not to make eye contact.

"No, they can stay, 'cause we're going home, together," Nick argued as his frustration grew.

"No," I shook my head. "We're not."

"Sar…" he started.

"Nicky, no. Recently I've realised I ask way to much of people. Take Grissom for an example, he knows what I mean. I wanted you to give me this, that and the next thing. But it turns out you've given me the greatest gift of all; a life, a family," I sighed. "Now, I think we'll be better parents if we weren't together."

"So you're not denying that you don't love me anymore?" Nick asked.

"No."

"That makes no sense. People are suppose to get a divorce if they don't love each other anymore. I still love you and you still love me. What's wrong with that?" he asked.

"The fact that it was forced. Nick, you only ever loved me 'cause I got pregnant with Ava in the first place," I argued.

"That is not true. If it was, you still loved me," Nick shook his head. "By that logic, how do we have 4 beautiful children and another on the way?"

"You wanna know why I love you? Because you made me happy. You were the first one to make me feel like I was special. You made me laugh when I just wanted to cry. You fixed my broken heart. You looked at me like I was the one," I sniffled. "And I so desperately wanted that to be true."

"It is Sara, you know it is," Nick argued.

I shook my head. "No."

I turned around and started to walk away. I had to desperately hold back the agonising tears. I could tell by the looks on Catherine and Greg's faces that they thought I was being stupid, and to be honest, I probably was.

"I can change," Nick announced. "If that's what you want."

"No, Nicky. Don't you dare change," I said as I walked back towards him. "You're not the problem, it's me."

Nick gulped as I stared him straight in the eyes. I could see the hurt glaring back.

"If you still think I cheated…" Nick started.

"No, I know you didn't. I'm sorry I didn't believe you from the start," I sniffled as I removed my wedding ring from my ring finger and placed it down in his open hand. "I really am sorry."

I leaned in and kissed him on the lips for no more than about 30 seconds. When I pulled away he flinched forward but I, yet again, shook my head.

"Greg, can you go and get the kids again please?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Sara, you really don't have to do this, think of the kids," Nick tried his luck once more.

"Yes I do," I said as my 4 lovely children filed out the playroom, with Warrick and Greg just behind them.

Maddie stared down at the floor. Isla tried to make eye contact with her dad but Nick's eyes were glued to me. Dylan gazed round the room waiting for someone to say something, he wanted his mummy and daddy to take him home. And Ava started to cry softy as she had once again listened into everything we had said, at least this time she wasn't alone.

"Come on, kids, say goodbye to your dad," I sighed.

"Bye daddy," Isla smiled up to Nick.

"Bye princess," Nick replied, fighting back his own tears.

"Yeah, bye," Dylan sulked.

Nick nodded back.

"Let's go," I sniffled as I tilted my head in the direction of the door and scooped Isla up into my arms. We started to walk away from Nick, as the others just looked on.

"Why are you crying mummy?" Isla asked as I sniffle again.

"Because I'm sad," I answered simply.

Nick rubbed his face with his hands as we disappeared out of sight.

"Nicky," Warrick said, breaking the silence. "You okay, buddy?"

"Do I seriously have to answer that?," Nick asked sarcastically.

Warrick shook his head. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"No, probably not."

Catherine walked over to Nick next, and slapped him straight across the face.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Nick scuffed.

"Have a guess," she smirked. "Why the hell did you just let her go?"

"I'm sick of arguing with her, Cath. She's clearly made up her mind and I just don't have the fight left in me," Nick sighed.

"Wrong answer, Nick," Greg joined in. "You don't give up, not yet. Fight for her, if you really love her and really want her walk out that door and tell her 30 more times."

"She won't listen," Nick shrugged his shoulders.

"But you won't know that until you try," Warrick pointed out.

Nick shook his head and focused his attention to my wedding ring which was still in his hand.

"Look, Nicky, don't give up, not without a descent fight first," Catherine said softly.

"I can't put the kids through it anymore," Nick sighed. "They don't know what's up from down at the moment."

"So show them. Show them daddy still, and always will, love mummy. And you never know, you might get some inside help from them," Greg half smiled.

Nick shook his head, again. "I can't let them down again."

They fell silent for a moment. Nick was still twiddling my ring around his fingers. He dropped it and it rolled across the floor and stopped at Warrick feet. Warrick bent down and picket it up.

"You know," Warrick said as he walked over to Nick and placed the ring back in his hand. "There is one thing you could do."

Nick didn't even look up, and Warrick couldn't even tell if he had been listening. But he was, Nick heard his friend loud and clear, they seemed to have the same light bulb moment.

Nick stood up and darted out the room before Catherine, Greg or Warrick could ask what he was doing. They had an idea though. Catherine fell down into the seat Nick had been sat in. She stared at the doorway, and saw Grissom shuffle in.

"Sorry I'm late, had to finish off a case," Grissom started. "So what did I miss?"

Meanwhile:

"We all set?" I asked as I climbed into the drivers seat. "Everyone strapped in?"

"Uh-huh," Isla smiled into the rear-view mirror.

"Good," I smiled. "Let's go… Oh, where's my bag?"

"You did have it," Ava said shyly.

"I know. Maybe I put it in the boot," I rolled my eyes, climbed back out the car and walked round to the back.

"Sara!" Nick called from the doorway.

"Nick?" I looked up in surprise. "Funny, I'm getting a sense of déjà vu."

"Me too. But I'm not gonna let you leave," Nick insisted.

"You don't get a choice, Nicky," I said as I slammed the car boot. "We're going home."

"I love you," he shouted.

"Would you like a medal?" I asked sarcastically.

"No. I want you to say it back, 'cause I know you feel it," Nick argued.

"You're not at all modest, are you?" I smirked. "And you know I feel the same, I told you about 5 minutes ago."

"Say it again."

"It won't change anything, Nick. I'm gonna get in my car and drive away now," I told him as I walked back to the front of the car.

"No you're not," Nick said firmly as he walked up to me.

"What are you going to do? You can't stop us," I pointed out.

"I'm gonna do this," Nick smiled as he got down on one knee and held my wedding ring in his fingers. "Marry me, again?"

Thank you so much for reading. Happy New Year everyone! Love you for reading, and best wishes for 2012, Snickers might even become a relativity. Review please.