Disclaimer: If I owned them, there would be no GSR crap and the staff would include myself and Ashley and Julie, just like Ashley said. I think I would throw in a few others like Kate and Nush and Sweet Preserves if she ever updates! "Little Girl" – Death From Above 1979

Rating: You wish it was A/C rated but it's not.

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews and constant reminders that I need to update. It makes me feel loved that people still read this.

Chapter Nineteen: Little Girl

The past few days had been considerably calm and although they were not action packed and he was not doing something every moment, Nick was content and satisfied. He never realized that slipping into a life with Sara Sidle could be so effortless. It had been odd and out of character for him to not being doing something riveting though he had been known to sit down with a beer and watch the game every now and then. But as he lay there in his king-sized bed, small and even sounds of a familiar female's breathing next to, Nick knew that he was truly happy even if he was returning to work in a few short hours.

He was on his back with Sara's body molded to the side of his. Her hand was resting on his chest while her head was settled below his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her waist. He had woken up exactly like this for the past five days and never once did Nick wish to be somewhere else or with someone else.

However, with a short glance at the ominous alarm clock glowing the time, Nick knew he had to end the fantasy for they were both about to be thrust back into the harsh and demanding reality of their work.

"It's time to get up, sugar," he drawled out as he eased away from her to retrieve his arm. Sara groaned at the abrupt loss of heat and body contact with Nick.

She was absently reaching for him so Nick gave up his hand to hers, which seemed to cease her search.

"Come on, Sar."

"No," she muttered, burying her face in the white of the pillow.

"You want breakfast?" he questioned, fully slipping out of bed to snatch up his pajama bottoms on the floor.

"Coffee," she moaned.

He should have guessed that would have been her answer but out of courtesy he had asked.

"Up," he ordered, pulling the blankets off of her.

Her body flinched to the sudden rush of cold that swept across her heated flesh. Her body drew into itself in the form of the fetal position but not fast enough to escape Nick's teasing swat on her behind. She let out a surprised yelp and cursed him under her breath as he moved out of the bedroom.

"Don't think I won't drag you outta there myself, Sidle," he hollered from down the hall.

In the kitchen wearing only his pajama bottoms and a small smile on his lips, Nick brewed a pot of coffee for them both while he hunted for some tangible food besides Sara's extra food group, coffee. He found Cocoa Cocoa Puffs in the cupboard and brought them out to the table as well as the jug of milk, a bowl, and a spoon. He heard movement from the bedroom and that satisfied him enough to not go in there and yank her out of their bed. He chuckled to himself at how suddenly things were becoming 'theirs' instead of 'his' and 'hers'. It had bothered him in the least bit when he realized the other day that everything was 'ours'.

"My coffee better be in a cup by now," she grumbled, walking into the kitchen with bed-hair and wearing one of his old t-shirts that teased the skin above her knees.

"It's right here," he replied, handing it off to her as he poured more serious into his bowl.

"Thanks, Nicky," she smiled, kissing his unshaven cheek as she made her way to the seat next to him.

"Want any?" he asked through a mouthful of cereal, holding up the box.

She laughed softly at the child-ness of the cereal and his utter lack of manners. She shook her head and settled comfortably in her seat with her knees drawn to her chest and her coffee cupped in her hands.

"Are you having a shower?" she wondered, taking in his tousled hair and unshaven face, not that she minded the roughness of his appearance. In fact, she favored it but would only admit it every now and then.

"I need one that badly?" he grimaced.

"Well, other than the fact that your hairs a mess and you smell like sex, no."

Nick nearly choked on his cereal, which caused her to erupt in a roar of laughter at the look on his face and the sounds that were coming from him.

"Sex doesn't have a smell."

"You know it does," she scoffed before sipping her hot coffee.

"Fine. It smells like latex and sweat."

"Exactly. You also kind of smell like me. That might be bad."

"Great. I smell like Satsuma." He rolled his eyes and finished the chocolate milk in the bottom of his bowl.

"You love it," she defended.

"On you."

Getting up, he put away the mess of his breakfast. When he was finished, he pushed in his chair and regarded her for a moment.

"Yeah, I'm definitely having a shower now."

"'Kay. Hurry up then."

"Why don't you just join me?" he said through a yawn as he rubbed his stomach and stretched.

"We'll be late for work."

He glanced at the clock. "We've got two hours."

"We'll be late," she repeated, glancing at him over the rim of her mug.

Chuckling the entire way out of the kitchen, Nick didn't bother to quell the images that came to mind when she said they would be late.

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me," he called from the bedroom.

Adjusting to the working world came naturally for them both. Sara hadn't realized how much she had missed going out to crime scenes and how much she actually missed Greg in the lab. It was slightly odd to not be in Nick's presence since she had been constantly for the past several days but she figured some time apart was good for them both, especially since Nick had a thing for PDAs.

It couldn't have been any later than ten thirty when Sara, in the break room having a cup of coffee, heard loud voices coming from the lobby of the crime lab. One of the male voices sounded awfully like Nick's, which immediately piqued Sara's concern. She rushed out of the break room and walked hurried down the corridor, listening the voices getting louder. Before she turned the corner, Sara instantly recognized the female voice as Natalie. Sara paused and waited, catching the last tendrils of Nick's sentence.

"Get out, Natalie. I told you never to come here again." Nick's voice was low and it had a dangerous edge to it that slightly frightened Sara.

"Nick, I'm not lying! I swear!" she screamed, tears evident in her tone. "I wouldn't lie about something like this, Nicky."

Sara flinched at the nickname that she had always called him. It hurt and evoked anger in her to hear that woman call him that.

"Nicky, it's yours."

"Have you even gotten tested?" he hissed, making a conscious effort to keep his voice low.

"No, but – "

"So you're late. That doesn't instantly mean you're pregnant. Besides, it could be Hank's baby, not mine, since you were sleeping around with him while you were with me."

"Nick, just listen to me. I want you to be the father, no matter who's it is."

"What?" he demanded wildly.

Sara could have only guessed the look on his face. She was so angry and quite prepared to give Natalie a piece of her mind but she heard Grissom's voice disrupt the little bubble that Nick and his ex had created for themselves.

"Somehow, Nick, I doubt you want the whole crime lab to know your personal life."

"They already do. It doesn't matter any more," he muttered.

"Natalie, we have pregnancy tests here in the lab if you'll just come with me. We'll get this all sorted out in no time," Grissom said calmly.

Sara saw him gesturing for Natasha, as she had so fondly called her, to follow him from the direction she came. Obediently, the young woman followed and Sara remained still until they left. She hadn't moved quick enough because Nick came around the corner and stopped abruptly when he saw her standing there eavesdropping.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to – "

"No, Sar, I'm sorry," Nick interrupted softly, reaching out to cup her face.

His once tense and intimidating demeanor had transformed into one of compassion and the Nick that Sara was accustomed to. He enveloped her in a hug before leading her back into the break room where Grissom would find them shortly later.

The two of them talked about what would happen if in fact Natasha were with his child. They were found seated next to each other on the black leather couch by Warrick and then Catherine a few minutes later.

"Drama, drama," said Catherine, getting herself a glass of water. "You don't know yet, I take it?"

Nick shook his head.

"I bet she's lying," Warrick stated, sitting himself down at the table across from his two friends. "And if she is pregnant, it'll be Hank's."

"Poor kid," murmured Catherine before flashing a glance at Sara. "No offense, Sara."

"None taken."

There was a knock on the door and they all turned to look at who it was. Standing in the doorway was Grissom with a single piece of white paper in his hand. He had an unusual look on his face that made Sara think he was hiding something from them.

"My office?"

"They can hear it," Nick decided. "They'll know later anyways."

"All right then," Grissom said, stepping into the room and taking a seat at the head of the table.

There was a long, seemingly dramatic and purposeful pause in which Grissom took his time to speak to the anticipating group of his coworkers.

"I just got the results back from Greg a few minutes ago. They were confirmed with the Pap smear done by our on-call specialist. It appears that Natalie isn't pregnant but has in fact developed a case of Chlamydia."

Warrick exploded into hits of laughter though he was trying desperately to suppress it. Catherine was biting her lip though it was evident in the shaking of her shoulders that she too was chuckling at the situation.

"Don't worry, Nicky. We tested you. You're fine. Hank on the hand…" Grissom trailed off and adjusted his glasses with a sardonic grin on his face. "You're little swimmers didn't do any damage today."

Nick sighed in relief and noticed that Sara's hand was over her mouth, a poor attempt at stifling her laughter.

"Well, now that that is taken care of I expect everything back in order in ten minutes." Grissom dismissed himself and chuckled a little as he heard the hilarity coming from the break room behind him.

"I'm glad you're not a daddy," Sara smiled at him, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"Not yet," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Le End.

A/N: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am finally finished this mess! I hope everyone liked it and had a few laughs here and there throughout the story. Ashley, I believe it was you who suggested that Natalie was in a desperate need for an STD and well, it's only fitting for Hank to be the slime ball to give it to her. Thank you for all the review everyone! There's so many! It fuels crazy writers like myself when they feel inadequate and are in need of an ego boost. You'll see more from me this summer in CSI hopefully and newly found Grey's Anatomy.

Yours in Fanfiction,