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This story is No. 1 in the series "Xander Grissom Verse". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Life means change. So what do you get when you mix a misunderstood spell, a warped wish, and our favorite CSI guys? Simple, a chance to change everything.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
CSI > CSI Las Vegas
CSI > CSI New York
JadeAislinFR131232,2382615586,6586 Sep 0811 May 09Yes

Who’s the Mommy?

Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Beta: Queen Sereya


Chapter 5: Who’s the Mommy?

It had been three days since Grissom had stopped by the lab. Today was the first day the whole group was able together for breakfast/dinner before heading home. Grissom had even promised to stop by with Xander. Most of the group was there already, looking over menu. Jim Brass had dragged himself in, plopping into a chair with a grunt a few minutes ago. Only a few of the night crew were missing, but they’d be there soon.

“Come on Greggo,” Nick said from the door, “You need to eat something before you pass out.”

He was dragging Greg by the wrist. Greg, his cheeks tinted pink, was busily trying to pry Nick’s hand off his wrist with no result. “I’m fine, Nick. Really”

Nick paused and studied Greg carefully. “No, Greg. You’re not. You’re pale. There’s bags under your eyes. You’ve been working overtime at the lab for the past week and when you’re not there, I know you’ve been helping Grissom out with Xander.”

Releasing Greg, Nick planted his hands on his hips. “Now, you are going to enter this diner and have a nice hot meal and then we are going to head to your apartment and you are going to get the sleep you need.”

Greg’s eyes widened and his pale cheeks blushed slightly as he looked down at the floor. The group that was already in the diner snickered at the drama between the two men.

“While that whole speech might have been inspiring, Nick. You’re blocking my way to the food, again.” Warrick spoke up from behind the duo. Both men glanced back to see Warrick looking at them in amusement.

Both blushing, they made their way over to the table. Greg sitting down in an empty chair with Nick immediately plopping down across from him.

After watching the group chatting for a few minutes, the waitress went over, a pad in her hand. “Are you guys ready to order?”

Nick glanced to Greg’s other side where the empty highchair stood with the last empty chair beside it. “Not just yet. We’ve got one more coming.”

The waitress glanced at the empty chairs and nodded. “Well, you just let me know when you are.”

Grissom quickly arrived with Xander. Soon after, everyone had ordered and the group began chatting about their jobs and lives, only stopping momentarily when the food arrived.

“So, how’s Xander doing?” Catherine asked, knowing that Grissom had been scheduled to take the child to the doctors.

Grissom glanced at his son, who was happily playing with the cheerios in front of him, smashing his hand against them. The cheerios seemed to be disappearing, but it didn’t look like Xander was chewing on them. “He’s fine. The pediatrician said he was a perfectly healthy 18 month old boy.”

“What about your otosclerosis?” Catherine asked. “Does he have it?”

Grissom shook his head. “There’s no sign of it. And it takes years to show. But we won’t know for sure until we do a full genetic makeup on Xander.”

He looked over at Greg, who had his spoon sticking straight out of the bowl, his head rested against one palm that was propped up on the table. The others looked at the silent former DNA tech. He blinked and looked at Grissom. “Hmmm? ... Oh! Yes. That’s no problem once Miami sends the results back.”

“Greg, you really are tired, aren’t you?” Catherine asked.

“Here,” Nick said, plopping down some buttered toast next to Greg’s meal, “Eat.”

Greg picked up the toast and nibbled at it before he put it down to go back to stirring his oatmeal.

Turning from the oblivious Greg, Brass looked at the child in concern. “Grissom what about his hearing? You said yourself, at his age he should be talking, at least a few words.”

Grissom smiled. “The doctor said he was developing normally. He passed all the hearing tests. Some toddlers just take longer before they start talking. When he’s ready, he’ll talk.”

Grissom patted Xander’s head. Xander stopped what he was doing and turned to his papa curiously. Seeing the smiling face, he beamed up at him. Xander turned back to his tray, only to find it empty. Pouting he turned back to his papa, but he was talking to the others. Well all except for funny guy who was listlessly stirring his food and friendly guy, the one who was always staring at funny guy. Friendly guy was smiling at him. The guy was happy that he was helping. But he needed more round things to help. So, he needed to get his papa’s attention. Xander frowned. How could he get Papa’s attention? Well, maybe he could try what he’d seen others do.

“Papa!”

The group turned in shock as Xander called out. Grissom stared at the child, a stunned look in his eyes. His son had said his first word. He grinned and suddenly everyone seemed to want him to say it again. Xander just pouted. No one seemed to be paying attention to him. They were just gushing over him saying his first word and wanting him to repeat it. Xander huffed; he had important things to do. He slapped his hands against his tray.

Finally, the group quieted down, realizing Xander wasn’t going to repeat the word. Instead, he stared at Grissom. Now that he had his attention, Xander started moving his hands in the motions his papa had showed him. Grissom frowned and studied his son’s hand motions.

“More? More what?” Grissom asked. “What do you want son? More cheerios? You’ve got a good appetite this morning.”

Grissom quickly poured a small pile of the small tan colored cereal on Xander’s tray. Xander beamed at him.

Nick snickered. “I don’t think he wants more cheerios to eat, he just wants to feed Greg. He hasn’t eaten one cheerio yet.”

Greg blinked in confusion. “What? What are you talking about?”

Nick nodded at Greg’s bowl of oatmeal. Greg looked down at his oatmeal. Frowning, he used his spoon to poke at some tan lumps that had mysteriously appeared in it. He watched as a single cheerio suddenly landed in his bowl. He looked up startled to see Xander concentrated on the food in front of him. Making sure each piece made its way into the unappealing bowl of oatmeal.

“Xander’s been plopping his cheerios in your oatmeal for the past five minutes. I guess I’m not the only one who thinks you need to eat more Greggo.”

Greg blushed. Xander patted Greg’s hand and beamed. Everyone else laughed.

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Greg watched nervously as Grissom walked into the DNA lab. He wrung his hands worriedly. He wasn’t sure how he was going to tell him. It had been two days since that dinner and he had just found out the news today. He knew that Grissom wanted the results as soon as possible.

Grissom looked Greg over. “Looks like you got some rest since the other day.”

Greg nodded.

“You have the results.”

Greg chewed on his bottom lip. “Uhmmm. . . not exactly.”

Grissom frowned.

“I’m really sorry about this Grissom. I would have told you sooner, but I just found out tonight. I don’t know why I wasn’t informed. I guess there was some sort of mix up and Miami thought we had it and we thought they had it and the airline never got confirmation of having it and. . . “

“Greg! Slow down. What are you talking about?” Grissom tried to calm Greg down.

“”They lost it and ...” Greg mumbled the rest.

Grissom frowned. “Destroyed? Destroyed what?”

Greg blushed. He had forgotten that Grissom could read lips. “Uhh. . . . the samples I took from Xander.”

Grissom raised his eyebrow.

“No one knows how it happened. The airline says they never received the package. Neither did the delivery guy. Even though I signed the paper work. But I can’t find it now. It wasn’t until tonight that Valera from Miami Dade called to ask about the package and we realized that something had happened.”

Grissom blinked. “You said something about it being destroyed?”

Greg nodded. “Yes. I was finally able to track the package of samples down. It was at the airport. But somehow, all the samples were contaminated. There’s no shred of good DNA left from it.”

Grissom sighed. “So you need more, right?”

Greg nodded.

“I’ll go get Xander from Nick.”

Greg smiled. “He still trying to get Xander to say Daddy?”

Grissom nodded. “Yes. I have enough trouble getting him to call me Papa, but he refuses Daddy. I swear he looks at Nick like he’s crazy for trying.”

Greg snickered and watched as Grissom left to collect his son. Hopefully there would be no problem this time.

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The hellmouth wasn’t happy. It had used up a lot of energy trying to keep its boy and even that hadn’t been enough. And now it felt that something was going to take him away further. That wasn’t acceptable. It had tried to stop it, but it didn’t have enough energy to continue to make things happen that far from it. Maybe if it eased up around Sunnydale. Too bad, it was emotional and didn’t have enough sentience to think things through.

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Grissom strode into the lab, heading straight for Greg Sanders. It had been over two weeks since Xander had entered his life. One week since Greg had retrieved the necessary samples from Xander for a second time. He had been forced to fill out the paperwork for his son’s birth certificate with the mother unknown. Now, hopefully, Alexander Grissom could have that portion of his birth certificate filled out.

“Greg.”

Greg looked up from his sample. “Oh. Hey, Grissom. The results came back from Miami. Hold on, let me finish this.”

Quickly finishing with the sample, Greg sealed and signed off on the evidence. Reaching over to his old textbooks, Greg pulled out a thick manila envelope, its flap open. He grabbed the papers from the CODIS search he had done earlier. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face his boss.

“Well?” Grissom asked impatiently.

“Well . . . there’s some weird results,” Greg said nervously.

Grissom looked at Greg with worry. “Weird?”

“Yes. Uh,” Greg paused, unsure how to tell him. “Where’s Xander this morning?”

Grissom frowned. “He’s at the daycare. Now tell me, what is wrong with my son?”

Greg blinked. “Nothing’s wrong with him. It’s just that the results came back and well. . . .he has no mother. Here, look.”

Greg pushed the papers into Grissom’s hands. Grissom looked them over as Greg continued, “I ran it through CODIS five times. Each time I got the same result. I even asked Valera to run the sample again to make sure there wasn’t some error when she broke down the DNA for us.”

Grissom looked up, his eyes wide in shock. “How is this possible? This says Xander has two fathers.”

Greg waved his hands. “Oh that’s not as hard as you might think. All you need is an egg, biological samples from the two males. Subtract the original maternal DNA; add in the two male donors. Start the cell mitosis, and once the zygote is far enough along, just place it in a surrogate mother. Instant baby with two fathers.”

Grissom looked down at the papers. “And he is the other father?”

“As I said, I checked five times,” Greg nodded, before he asked, “So, you gonna call him and tell him the good news?”

Grissom looked up startled.

“Well, you’re not gonna leave him in the dark are you? He has a right to know.”

Grissom shook his head. “No. I’ll tell him. But I don’t think over the phone is the best way to find out you’re a father.”

Greg snorted. He ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Grissom looked at Greg thoughtfully. “You still on vacation next week?”

Greg blinked at the abrupt change in topic. “Yeah. Why?”

“What were you planning on doing?” Grissom asked.

Greg looked at Grissom, confused. “I told you before, I’m going to visit my old friend. Why?”

Grissom smiled. “I know you deserve all that vacation time. But do you think you could do me a favor?”

Tbc.



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