Title: Little Miracle
Author: Daisyangel
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with CSI.
Summary: Little Miracles are precious and change lives.
Warning: Mpreg, if you don’t like, don’t read!
A/N: this is my first type of fic like this. Forgive me if some of the stuff seems far fetched. I’m just interested in how a fic like this could happen. I do not mean any harm by this fic, so don’t flame, please. All flames will be used to cook my lunch.

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Nick walked into the apartment to the sound of his lover getting sick. Nick dropped his keys, badge, and gun on the table by the door then headed towards the bathroom. Nick knelt down behind his lover and rubbed soothing circles on his back. Greg leaned back into the touch and let out a whimper.

“Hey. Still not feeling well, babe?” Nick asked as he got a wash cloth and wiped Greg’s face.

“No, not at all.” Greg said as he leaned into the touch. Then another wave of nausea hit and he was leaning back over the toilet with Nick rubbing his back.

“Ok, that’s it. You’ve been throwing up for three days straight and you can’t keep anything down. You’re going to the doctor even if I have to drag you there.” Nick said.

“I’m fine, Nicky.” Greg said as he leaned against Nick.

“No, you’re not. Now stop being so stubborn. Do you think you can stand or are you going to get sick again?”

“Ok, I’ll go if it’ll make you happy. I think so and no, I don’t feel sick anymore.” Greg replied as he tried to get to his feet. Greg swayed and would have fallen down if Nick hadn’t caught him.

“Let’s get you into bed, then I’ll call the doctor.” Nick said as he guided his younger lover to the bedroom. Greg didn’t fight and just let Nick tuck him into bed hoping he would feel better when he woke up.


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Greg woke up to the smell of dinner and the sound of the TV on quietly. Greg climbed out of bed pleased to note that he wasn’t nauseous anymore. Greg walked into the kitchen and smiled at Nick as he stood at the stove.

“Hey G. How did you sleep? Are you feeling any better?”

”Good and Yes. I feel much better. What smells so good?”

“Chicken Noodle soup. I thought it would be good on your stomach.” Nick replied as he walked over and wrapped his arm around Greg giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

“mmm…sounds good. I’ll eat, then I’ll take a shower and then we can go to work.”

“Greg Sanders! You’re sick. You’re not going into work. Oh, by the way the doctor said he can see you at 10:00 tomorrow.”

“Nicky, I’m going totally crazy staying home. Let me go to work. I’ll come straight home if I don’t feel good. I promise, please?” Greg begged with puppy dog eyes

“Oh all right. But you come home at the first sign, promise?” Greg just nodded and began to eat the soup. “Are you sure you’re up to this, G?” Nick asked as they pulled up in front of the lab.

“Yes now stop worrying,” Greg said as he leaned over for a passionate kiss. Then all of a sudden a sharp knock sounded on the window, causing both of them to jump. They both looked up to see Warrick’s Green eyes dancing with amusement.

“Hey, guys. Get a room.” Warrick said with a chuckle.

“Oh shut up, Rick.” Nick said as he and Greg climbed out of the car.

“Hey Sanders, you feelin ok? You don’t look so good…”
“Yeah, just a little bug. Nothing to worry about.” Greg replied as he brushed past the other guys and walked into the building.

“He doesn’t seem that ok,” Warrick commented.

“He isn’t, but he promised me that he would go home at the first sign that he was worse.” Nick said with a resigned sigh as they headed for the door of the lab.


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Everyone was already gathered in the break room when Warrick and Nick walked in.

“Well there is only one case tonight. Nick, Warrick, and Catherine, a 419 at the Tangiers. Everyone else, Just catch up on paper work and I’ll find you if another case comes in.” He said. Nick glanced worriedly at Greg as everyone else filed out of the room.

“You coming, Nicky?” Catherine asked.

“Yeah, go ahead. I have to get something,” Nick said as he turned to Greg.

“I’ll be fine, now go.” Greg reassured him.

Ok…but you remember your promise, ok?”


“I will, now go!” Greg said as he pushed Nick towards the door. The scene had proved to be fairly routine.

“Was Greg ok, Nick?” Catherine asked as she finished gathering up the evidence.

“No, not really. He hasn’t kept very much down, but he’s determined to be at work, so I decided not to fight him on it. He has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

“That’s good. Maybe they can figure out what’s wrong. It’s probably just the flu. Everyone has had it. Linds had it last week.” Catherine said reassuringly. Nick just nodded and headed for the Tahoe with Warrick and Catherine right on his heels.


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“Hey Greggo, you want some coffee?” Sara asked. They had been working on paper work for the last four hours and she was remembering why she hated it.

“Yeah, sure. My Blue Hawaiian is on the top shelf of the cabinet behind the boxes of tea bags.” Greg replied without looking up from the paper he was signing. Sara just nodded and prepared two cups of coffee.

“Here you go, Greggo. Thanks for sharing your stash.”

“Hey, no problem. Always happy to share with my favorite girl.” Greg said with a charming smile.

“Better not let Nick hear you say that,” Sara said with a smile. Greg just flashed her a smile as he lifted the cup of coffee to his lips. As soon as he had swallowed the mouth full of coffee he realized it was a mistake. Greg jumped up and ran out of the room with Sara looking worriedly after him. He made it to the bathroom just in time to throw up the soup and the small amount of coffee he had drank. Sara who had followed him stood nervously outside the bathroom. When Greg came out he looked considerably paler than he had before he drank the coffee. Sara put her arm around him and began guiding him back to the break room.

“You sure your ok, Greggo?” She asked, a worried look on her face.

“Yes I’m fi…” Greg stopped as another wave of nausea hit and he tried to make it to the bathroom but couldn’t. After he had thrown up for the second time, Sara was preparing to get out her cell phone and call Nick to come back and take him home when he turned to her with a small smile and began walking back to the break room. However, he didn’t get far. A few feet from where he had gotten sick his world started to spin and he collapsed to the ground.

“Greg!” Sara cried rushing over to him. Grissom walked out of his office at the noise. Sara’s cry of distress had also attracted a number of the techs.

“Sara, what is it?” Grissom asked as he walked over.

“It’s Greg. He got sick in the bathroom and once right their, then he collapsed,” Sara explained, indicating the mess.

“Let’s get him into the break room. Then we’ll call Nick and Doc Robins. There’s no reason to take him to the hospital until the doc checks him out.” Grissom said as he with Sara’s help lifted the young CSI and carried him towards the break room.

“What can I do, Griss?” Archie asked.

”Get the janitor to clean up the mess and then get some crackers and a bottle of 7-up from the soda machine.” Grissom replied. Archie nodded and ran off to do what he was told.

“Lets get him on the couch then I will get Doc Robbins. Ok Sara?” Grissom asked as he walked through the break room door.

“Ok and I’ll call Nick and let him know what’s going on.” Sara replied. Grissom just nodded and placed Greg gently on the couch and then headed down to the morgue to get Doc Robbins. Sara knelt by Greg with a damp paper towel wiping at his face. Greg let out a small moan as he tried to open his eyes.

“Shh just lay still, Greggo. You fainted.” Sara said soothingly.

“The hallway Griss is going to kill me.” Greg said in a raspy voice.

“No he isn’t it was an accident.” Sara replied.

“Nicky?” Greg asked as he tried to sit up but had to stop as the world spun violently.

“I was just about to call him, now lay down,” Sara replied as she took out her cell phone and hit the speed dial for Nick’s phone.


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Nick heard the ringing of his phone that he had sat on the passenger seat of the car, but his hands were full of evidence.

“Hey Rick. Can you get that for me, please?” Nick called.

“Sure thing, man,” Warrick said as he picked up the phone. “Hello, Nick’s phone. This is Warrick Brown speaking.”

“Hey, Warrick. Where’s Nick?” Sara asked as she gently brushed her hand over Greg’s forehead.

“He’s got his arms full of evidence. Why, what’s wrong, Sara?”

“It’s Greg. He got sick twice and then passed out. Griss and I got him to the break room and then Griss went to get Doc Robbins. He woke up and asked for Nicky and apologized for the mess he made. The first time he got sick in the bathroom but he couldn’t get their second time.”

”Shit! Did he eat anything sense he was at the lab?”

“Just a couple of sips of coffee, but that’s it.” Sara said as she sniffed and blinked back tears.

“Ok. Thanks, Sara. We’ll be there ASAP and hang in there.” Warrick said as he hung up and turned to see Nick and Catherine standing their looking worried at his outburst.

“What is it, Warrick?” Nick asked, worried.

”It’s Greggo. He got sick twice and then passed out. Sara said he’s asking for you,” Warrick explained. Before either of them knew what was happening, Nick had grabbed the keys that were hanging from Warrick’s fingers and jumped into the Tahoe.

“Nicolas Scot Stokes, you are not driving. Now scoot over!” Catherine said as she walked over to the driver’s side of the car. Nick didn’t argue just glared as he scooted over. Warrick and Catherine climbed into the Tahoe and took off.

“I should have never let him go to work tonight. He has to be ok.” Nick said softly as he placed his head into his hands.
“He’ll be fine. I’m sure of it, Nicky,” Catherine said as she patted his arm.


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“How is he doing, Sara?” Grissom asked as he walked into the break room with Archie right behind him.

“He’s awake but still really weak, where’s Robbins?”
“He’s right behind me. He had to get his bag.” Grissom replied just as Doc Robbins walked into the break room with his bag in his hand.

“Give me some room, please Sara.” Doc Robbins said as he knelt down by her and placed a hand on Greg’s arm. Sara complied and stood up. “Greg, can you open your eyes and talk to me for a second?”

“Doc, Hey. What’re you doing here?” Greg asked.

“I’m here to give you an exam and draw some blood. Will you two give us a minute, please?” Robbins said as he looked up at Grissom and Sara. Grissom nodded and put a hand on Sara’s shoulder and guided her out of the break room to give Greg and Robbins some privacy.

“Have you been throwing up, suffering from dizziness, and extreme fatigue, Greg?”

“Yeah, and no matter how much I sleep, I don’t feel very well rested.” Greg said as he shied away from the light that Robbins was shining in his eyes.

“Are you just turning away from it because it is bright?” Doc Robbins asked

“Yes, that’s the only reason.” Greg replied.

“Well I think you may be anemic and most likely suffering from the flu. Are you going to go see your doctor soon?”

“Yes. Nick made an appointment for tomorrow at 10:00” Greg replied.

“Ok. Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to draw some blood and send it to your doctor. What’s his name?”

“Doctor Ray Scott.” Greg answered.

“Ok, I’ll send the blood to him and have him analyze it. I would do it here, but you know how Ecklie gets.” Greg chuckled as he winced at the tightness of the tourniquet on his arm. Robbins rubbed the area with an alcohol prep then inserted the needle and attached a tube to it and collected the blood he needed.

“Ok, I got all that I need. I’m going to let Nick in and tell him to take you home. Get some rest Sanders!” Robbins said as he got up and headed for the door to let a very anxious Nick in. As soon as the door was open, Nick ran in so fast that he almost knocked Robbins over and ran over to Greg’s side. Robbins just smiled and walked out shutting the door behind him, to be met by the entire grave yard shift who wanted to know what was wrong.


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Nick was out of the Tahoe before Catherine had come to a complete stop.

“I’ll go after him, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, and meet you in the building?” Warrick asked. Catherine just nodded and looked for a place to park. Sara looked up as she saw Nick sprinting down the hall.

“Sara, where is he? Is he ok?”

“Slow down, Nick. Doc Robbins is checking him out right now. Take a deep breath and calm down.” Sara explained just as Warrick and Catherine came up behind them.

“We don’t know anything. Robbins is checking him out,” Grissom said before either of them could ask questions. Just then, The break room door opened and Nick took off running, almost knocking Robbins down in the process. Nick ran over and knelt down beside the sight of his lover lying on the couch looking extremely pale.

“Hey Nicky. Don’t knock everyone over, babe.” Greg said with a faint smile.

“Oh, I was so worried about you. What did Robbins say?”

“That he thinks it’s the flu and that I’m anemic. He drew some blood and he’ll send it to Doctor Scott so he can tell me what’s going on when he sees me tomorrow.”

“Ok, let’s get you home and into bed.” Nick said as he helped Greg sit up. Unfortunately sitting up wasn’t the best thing and Greg turned a very vivid shade of green.


“Nick, I’m gonna be…” but Greg couldn’t finish the sentence because Nick had realized what was going on and thrust the wastebasket in front of his lover just in time for him to throw up what little he hadn’t already thrown up. Just then Archie quietly knocked on the door frame causing Nick to look up.

“Grissom sent me in here with 7-up and crackers,” Archie said quietly as he looked at a very miserable Greg.

“Thanks Arch. Here, give them to me.” Nick said as he reached for the crackers and the soda.

“No problem,” Archie said as he walked out.

“Do you want to try and eat any of the crackers or drink some of the soda?” Nick asked his lover.

“Yeah. I want to get this taste out of my mouth.” Greg said with a whimper.

“Ok. Here ya go.” Nick said as he handed the bottle to Greg. Greg opened the bottle and was about to chug it until Nick stopped him with a hand on his arm.

”Hold on. I’ll pour some of it into a glass so the fizz can go down. In the meantime, Eat a cracker, but eat it slowly,” Nick cautioned. Greg just nodded and proceeded to eat the cracker and after the fizz had gone down, Nick gave Greg the soda to drink.

After he sat for about five more minutes Nick asked if he was ready to go. Greg nodded as he tried to get to his feet but it was proving to be quite difficult.

“I’ll be right back. Ok, G?” Greg just nodded and leaned back against the couch completely exhausted. Nick walked out into the hall where he heard Robbins explaining what Greg had just explained to him to the rest of the team.


“How’s he doing, man?” Warrick asked.

“Ok. I want to get him home, but he can’t stand on his own. I think I can support him, but it would be easier if I had help.” Nick said.

”I’ll help you get him out to the Tahoe.” Warrick offered. Nick flashed him an appreciative smile and Warrick followed him back into the break room.

“Ok, Greggo. Let’s get you home. c’mon, babe.” Nick said as he got on one side of Greg and Warrick got on the other. Together they managed to get him to his feet and out of the break room.

”Get better, Greg. I don’t want to see you at work until you are completely healthy! Do I make myself clear?” Grissom asked.

“Yes sir.” Greg replied. Both Sara and Catherine told him to get better and to take it easy.

“Call me if you need anything, ok, Nicky?” Catherine said.

”Thanks,I will. I’m sorry for losing it at the scene.”

”Don’t worry about it. Just get him home and take care of him.” Catherine said as she flashed him a smile. Nick just nodded and with Warrick’s help walked Greg out to the Tahoe and got him inside.

“Thanks man. I’ll call you when we know what’s going on.” Nick said as Warrick closed the door.

No problem. See you later, Bro.” Warrick said, standing back.

”You to, Rick,” Nick said as he got behind the wheel and began to drive his sick lover home.