A/N: This story will follow along with Season 7, so some events will be referenced. It won't follow the season completely, and there won't be any reference to "Living Doll". I'm writing it as Sara's journal.

Disclaimer: While I own more stuff than I need, I don't own these characters.

There they were. Three pregnancy tests lined up in front of me. All of them saying the same thing - positive. The only thing I could ask myself was, “How did I let this happen?”

Let me start at the beginning. For the past two years, I’ve been on the birth control patch. I’ve loved everything about it. I was terrible at remembering to take a pill each day, plus with my crazy schedule, I wasn’t even home at the same time each day. With the patch, I think about it once a week, Sunday mornings. That’s when I put on a new one after my shower. It was great.

Until a month ago. After a quiet few weeks, things got crazy at work all at once. In the space of just a few days, I handled an apparent suicide with Warrick, investigated a creepy crime scene including a perfect replica in miniature with Grissom, and dealt with a boatload of drama from Catherine. First, she thought she was raped; then, her daughter was kidnapped, and finally, her dad was shot to death right in front of her. After dealing with all of that, is it any wonder that I forgot my prescription needed refilling? By the time I remembered, it was too late for that month’s cycle. I didn’t think too much about it. I called the pharmacy for the refill, and figured I’d start again this month.

That was until my period never came. First, I blew it off. I mean, it was no surprise that my timing was a little off. I’ve never been very regular, and I wasn’t on the patch anymore to regulate my cycle. But when four weeks went by, then five, and finally six, I knew I was in trouble. Plus, there were some very odd changes happening to my body. My breasts were unbelievably tender, and I’d spent the last two days wanting to sleep all of the time. I had to find out for sure.

So today when I stopped by Grissom’s office to see if he was ready to leave, and all I heard him mumble was, “Ecklie,” and “Paperwork,” I knew this was my chance. I stopped at three different drug stores on the way home and bought three different tests. I’m not sure why I bought three, except that I figured one might be wrong, but three couldn’t be. However, I’ve discovered that pregnancy tests are not as easy as the commercials make them out to be. It’s almost impossible to pee directly on a little tiny stick, especially when your hands are shaking. Then, I waited. Actually I paced for the entire five minutes. I think there must be a hole worn in the floor in the bedroom. After the five minutes, I tiptoed (yes, tiptoed!) over to the counter in the bathroom. There they were. I didn’t even try to deny it. Three positive pregnancy tests don’t lie.

So, I’ve found myself pregnant. And all I can think right now is, how am I going to tell Grissom?