Explanations: Chapter 1

This is a generally Snickers friendship/humor based fanfic. The summary says it all (mostly). Enjoy.

Rated T for safety.

"Oh, crap," Sara mumbled to herself as she wiped her mouth on her sleeve, pulling the handle of the flush down. She had thrown up for the third time that night. All this throwing up was killing her, she thought, as she washed her face in the sink.

She looked up into the mirror, and realized just how pale she had become in the past few days. She sighed, and ran a hand through her hair in frustration, exiting the bathroom. She felt like slapping herself – if only she could turn back time.

It would be difficult to concentrate on the cases they have at the LVPD if she keeps disappearing off to puke her guts out. But what could she do? Grabbing the bottle of medication, she could only shake her head as she poured two tablets out, and proceeded to down her medication.

Sara entered the break room only to see a familiar back towards her. He was bent down in front of the fridge.

"Hey," she greeted listlessly.

"Oh, hey," Nick greeted back, peering at her over his shoulder. "You okay, Sara?"

"Yeah… I'm fine," she answered.

He nodded, then returned his attention to the fridge.

"Want a beer?"

"No thanks," she declined, and flashed a small smile at him.

Shutting the fridge, with a can of beer in his hand, he pointed towards the coffee maker sitting on the counter top. "Coffee? You look like you could need some." Sara shook her head. "Nah. I'll just have some good ol' plain water…" she said, walking over to the counter and reaching for the jug of water right beside the coffee maker. Raising an eyebrow, Nick plopped down on the couch. He asked as he opened his beer, "You sure you're okay? It's not like you to refuse some coffee."

Pouring some water into a cup, Sara shot him a sideways glance. "It isn't a big deal."

"Really?" he shot at her, skeptically.

She made to respond, but then suddenly stopped in her tracks, her hand shooting up to her mouth. Nick, startled at her suddenly stopping, immediately stood up from the couch. "See?" he said, earning a glare from her. "It looks like a big deal. What's wrong?"

"Well, I've been throwing up."

"What? You pregnant?" he asked, laughing, and leaning back on the couch.

"Yeah, Nick. I'm pregnant."

Nick's eyes widened. "What? You're pregnant?" It took a while for this to settle in his brain. He then asked, as Sara watched him, amused. "Who's the father? Grissom? Warrick? Greg?" His mouth hung open as she laughed heartily.

"No, Nick!" she said, shaking her head. "It's food poisoning! Seriously!"

He blinked a few times, as this truth settled in.

"Oh! …Oh, right!"

Sara smirked. "It's that bistro down the street," she stated. "I forgot that there were rumors of contaminated food… I was in a rush to get to work., and forgot," she continued, still laughing, as Nick grinned sheepishly, his face flushing, and he realized how silly he was just now. "Oh, man… I seriously thought you were pregnant there," he said, still grinning madly.

"Pregnant? Who?"

The pair heard the third voice, and looked up to find Catherine in the room.

Sara swore she saw a glint of mischief in Nick's eyes...

Well, that's chapter 1... I know it's short.