Title: Knowing Is Less Than Half the Battle
Author: Crystal
Archive: yes to mpreg
Feedback: crysgen78@h...
Summary: Kidnapping, cults, and Nick Stokes.
Author's Notes: More randomness due to boredom. Another drabble/ficlet (what is it if it's not a full-fledged fic? Random, that's what). Anyhow, enjoy!
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: N/A (Nick Stokes pregnant)
Rating: PG-13

"I'm telling you I'm fine!" Nick Stokes yelled as he shrugged off any of Grissom's attempts to guide him to a chair. The dizziness had passed and he was really anxious to prove to everyone that he could do his job.

"Nick, I don't know why you're trying to push this so hard. You could still be on leave. No one would say anything."

"Gris, I'm fine."

"You were taken hostage, Nicky, and you've said yourself you can't remember what happened." Gil Grissom was truly worried about the other man. He was pale, snappish, and had issues that needed to be dealt with. He'd feel much better once they caught the leader of the cult that had taken Nick hostage. So far, though, none of the 'disciples' were talking.

Nick was about to argue again when he suddenly turned green. Clamping a hand over his mouth, he rushed from the room, and could be heard retching all the way in the hall.

Grissom had followed Nick at a more sedate pace, and watched as Nick shakily cleaned himself up. "Come on, let's go take some blood, we can run some tests here to keep it quiet."

"No." Nick sent Gil a scathing look.

"Listen, Nick, it's for your own good. You'd rather know if they gave you something, wouldn't you?"

Nick whirled. "I already know." The man had a wild look about the eyes.

"What do you mean you know? How could you not tell us? Nick, we're your friends, we'd help you. What is it?"

"Trust me, Gris, you'd never believe me." Nick leaned his forehead against the cool tiling of the wall.

"Try me. I've seen some pretty amazing stuff, and it all could be explained."

Nick looked at him, and Grissom could see the war going on. To tell or not to tell. To trust or distrust. Nick finally sighed, and led Grissom back out of the bathroom toward his office. Once there, Nick closed the door and blinds. He then faced Grissom and lifted his shirt. Grissom gasped at the large incision mark that he saw cutting across Nick's abdomen. "Nicky, what did they do to you?" he breathed out.

"The doctors tell me that it's an implant."

"Implant? Can it be removed?"

"It's not that simple, Gris." Grissom could see the tears form, and was put on edge due to them. It was serious, and he prayed for the first time in years that it wasn't fatal. He didn't want Nick to die. "The doctors, well, they did some tests, and according to the tests, it's a baby."

"A baby?"

Nick sighed, and lowered his shirt. "Are you going to parrot everything I say?"

"Sorry. But a baby? Nick, that's just not possible."

"Not impossible. Just improbable in this case. Grissom, what am I going to do?"

Gil sat down heavily on his couch. "Nick, I don't know."

Nick smirked slightly and said. "Well, I guess the world is ending after all."

End