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Title: So Beautiful.
Chapter: Three
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, really.
Genre: Angst. Romance. Post-Ep.
Summary: Post ep for Feeling the Heat. Greg's angst about the case and the events afterwards. Chapter two and three are pretty much all flashbacks. Four will be set more in the present like chapter one. Sorry its a bit confusing.

“Yes, this is Greg Sanders. How can I help you?”

“Does the name Natasha Willis mean anything to you?” Greg’s breath caught in his throat. What was the hospital calling him for, about a woman he slept with once? Millions of scenarios ran through his mind, but never did he expect what was coming.

“Yes, I knew her a few months ago. What exactly is going on?”

”Miss Willis was a patient here a few days ago. She informally discharged herself this morning without going through the necessary paperwork and now nobody can find her. The police have been notified but she’s taken all her clothes with her, so no foul play is expected.”

“Oh, so this is about work? Why are you calling me at home, this should be handled at the lab. I’m not even a CSI.” Relief flooded through his body when he realised that there was just some kind of mistake, and that Nick and the team would deal with it next shift.

“Unfortunately I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr Sanders. I’m calling you because she’s left something behind at the hospital, that I think you might be interested in.”

”And that is?”

”Your daughter.”

The phone crashed to the ground.

 

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“What are you talking about Greg? Slow down and explain it to me, calmly.” Nick was trying to reason with Greg but all he could make out were the occasional cuss words and a whole lot of frustration on Greg’s part.

“That woman!”

“Which woman, honey? Talk to me.”

“The … the woman that I slept with.”

“Oh, that woman. Okay, what about her?” Taking baby steps with Greg was the easiest way to decipher what he was ranting about.

“She … that bitch!”

“No, okay. You have to stop yelling and tell me what it is so that I can help.”

Greg stopped yelling at that point and sat on the couch, his head hanging in his hands. When he finally looked up, Nick noticed that his eyes were brimming with tears.

“She told me that she was on the pill, Nicky. I didn’t even … I didn’t consider that she could … that she would get pregnant.”

“She’s …,” Nick paused, letting the information sink in as well as feeling a lump form in the back of his throat like he was going to be sick. “pregnant?”

“No, she was pregnant.”

“And?”

“Well that there is just the kick in the nuts.” Greg stood up and began pacing around the room. “She gave birth two days ago, left the hospital and now nobody can find her!” Anger flooded his body and he pulled at his hair as though he was going to tear it all out. “She left her own daughter at the hospital!”

“And it’s your baby?” Nick was almost too afraid to ask.

“So she told them, but if she’s that mentally unstable to leave her own baby then whose going to believe her?!”

“… The timing is right, you know. It might … well, it might be yours.”

"Only one way to find out, I guess."


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Both men were anxious to say that least.

Greg had decided that he didn’t want to meet the baby until he knew for sure that she was his. For the time being she was staying with a foster family until plans were made or somebody could locate where the hell Natasha had gone. The hospital had offered to do a paternity test for Greg to prove that the little girl was his, but he knew that he needed to do it for himself, to be positively sure. He asked for a sample of the babies DNA to be sent to the lab, and next shift when he walked through the glass doors he ignored the backlog piling up on his benches and stuck a cotton swab inside his own mouth.

”Can’t do you this any faster, G?” Nick was beginning to get impatient with the young lab tech, as he carefully cut the swabs and watched them drop into test tubes.

”Do I tell you how to do your job?”

“No. I’m sorry, I’m just anxious.” Nick replied softly, sighing regretfully.

“That makes two of us.” 

The next few minutes were spent in relative silence as Greg finished processing. Even the bustling lab seemed to fade away while their eyes focused on the printer, waiting for the results. The silence was broken by the incessant beeping of the printer and the paper feeding out of it.

“You ready, Greg?”

”This could change everything, Nick.” 

“I know. But I want you to know that whatever happens, I’m going to be here okay? I love you. Nothing will change that.”

Greg nodded slowly before picking up the paper from the tray and reading carefully over it. Looking up at Nick he couldn’t help but feel a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. Without saying anything, he handed the piece of paper to his partner and watched as Nick read over them just as carefully. Their eyes met across the bench as they smiled dumbly at each other.

 “You have a daughter, Greg.”

“No, we have a daughter.”