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Subject: Adult : A Little Surprise (1/2)
Date: Fri, 11 Jul 1997 19:47:11 -0500

WARNING CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR  "NIGHT IN QUESTION" AND "SONS OF BELIAL"  

THIS STORY CONTAINS ADULT SUBJECT MATTER 

This is a little something that has been sitting in the back of my mind 
(where it most likely should have stayed) ever since I first saw "Night in 
Question". It may have been done elsewhere, but I haven't seen it.  It takes 
place just after "Sons of Belial". 

Disclaimer:  As always, the concept of FK as well as Nick, Nat and all the 
others belong to Sony, James Parriot, Paragon, and the rest of TPTB not to 
me.  I am only borrowing them for a while and I have  no intention of making 
any type of profit from them.   Wilkes, Stimmons and Jacks are my own 
creations and belong to me. 

A Little Surprise (1/2)
by Nightlady
(c) 1997

Nat sat at her desk trying not to fall asleep while plodding through the 
mound of paperwork she had in front of her.  Lately, anytime she got still 
for a few minutes she found herself drifting off.   Standing,  she gingerly 
rotated her head wincing slightly as the muscles in her neck protested.  She 
had strained them last night when Nick...  'No. Stop this Lambert. Tonight 
is going to be  hard enough to get through without thinking about that!'  
she said firmly to herself. 

She couldn't stop though. The memory of how close she had come to being 
killed by whatever had possessed Nick last night still upset her.  They had 
been through so much in the past month and a half.  She smiled as she 
thought of the night that followed Nick's release from the hospital after he 
had taken a bullet in the head protecting Tracy.  Suffering from amnesia, he 
had, for far to brief a time, been able to function as a mortal. She had 
thought her heart would break when he reverted back to the vampire he was, 
but the memory of their one night  together was something she would treasure 
forever.  They had never spoken of it after that morning when Nick had 
returned to the loft, burned by the sun and angrily demanding answers.  The 
loss was too painful. In the weeks following Nick's "recovery"  their 
relationship had become somewhat distant.  Indeed, last night  had been the 
first time she had gone to the loft in over a month.   Nick had been 
spending his days with LaCroix trying to fill in the gaps in his memory. 
While she understood that Nick had to know about his past, Nat  wished that  
it could have done with out LaCroix.   On top of everything was  the 
incident last night, when Nick had seemingly been possessed by some sort 
demon.  When she had walked in during the exorcism,  he had almost killed 
her before  the real Nick had regained control.  She felt the tears welling 
up in her eyes as she recalled how sad he had seemed tonight.  She had 
stopped by the loft before coming in to work, wanting to reassure herself 
that he was all right.  She left more concerned than ever.  His desire for 
human blood was back and stronger than it had been in years.  Even harder to 
stand was the memory of the fear she had felt when he had looked at her with 
his eyes glowing  gold.  She knew that he had sensed her fear and that it 
had added to his burden of guilt.  How many more setbacks could he take in 
his quest for mortality?  Unable to stop them, Nat gave in and let her tears 
flow.

After a few minutes, she got herself back under control. Still sniffling,  
she  looked down at the pile of papers awaiting her attention.  She just 
couldn't seem to concentrate on them right now. She was tired and she felt 
vaguely queasy.   Deciding that a cold drink might help her stay awake and 
feel better, she turned away from the desk and headed for the soft drink  
machine in the break room.

Grace looked up from the magazine she was reading when Natalie entered the 
break room.  As she watched her head for the soft drink machine, Grace 
noticed that Nat really didn't look well. 'Come to think of it she hasn't 
looked too great for the past week or so.' Grace thought.  "Hi, Nat. Come on 
over here and sit for a minute."  Grace said aloud.

Getting her drink from the machine, Nat joined Grace and sat down.   "If you 
see me nodding off," she said, "try to keep me from falling out of my 
chair."  Nat opened her drink and took a swallow. "I feel like I could sleep 
for a week." she said rubbing at her eyes.

"You look like you could use a week's worth of sleep.  Are you feeling okay?"

'I guess so.  I'm just tired all the time and I think I may have a mild 
stomach virus.  I keep getting this queasy feeling off and on."

Grace gave Nat an appraising look.  She started to say something but  at 
that moment Wilkes, one of the morgue attendants, stuck his head in the 
room.  "Dr. Lambert?  Sorry to bother you but we just got a call from 
dispatch.  You're needed at a scene in an alley off Park Drive."

"Thanks." Nat said starting to rise. "Any idea who's handling the scene?"

Wilkes, a look of distaste on his face replied. "Yeah,  Jacks and Stimmons."

Nat closed her eyes for a moment. "Great, just what I need tonight," she 
muttered.    Jacks and Stimmons were best known for their sloppy 
investigations and their resistance to women on the force or in any position 
of authority.  

Grace, reached out and patted Nat's hand.  "Don't let them get to you.  You 
are one of the best ME's  around and everyone knows it except for those two 
throwbacks from the Stone Age."

"Thanks, Grace.  I just get so irritated when Jacks calls me 'little lady' 
that it's all I can do to keep from slugging him."  She paused for breath.  
"And Stimmons is even worse with his snide remarks on how 'ladies'   don't 
mess with dead bodies."  

"Yeah, I've heard them both.  What really bugs me is how I always feel like 
the two of them are undressing me with their eyes." Grace gave an 
exaggerated shudder.

Nat laughed, "Ah well, you know what they say. 'It takes all kinds'." As she 
headed for the door she heard Grace call out behind her.

"I know, but why can't they all be as nice as Det. Knight?

Arriving at the scene, Nat took a deep breath and headed for Jacks and 
Stimmons.  "What have you got?", she asked in her most professional tone of 
voice.  

Jacks looked at her.  He was balding and always looked as if he had just 
bitten into something sour. "Well, little lady what we've got is one very 
dead John Doe."  He gave her a nasty grin. "Looks like he's been here a 
while too."

"Smells even worse than he looks."  Stimmons added. He was a fairly good 
looking man but his attitude toward women didn't win him any  popularity 
around the precinct.   Nat managed not to flinch, as he leaned closer to 
her. "Not the sort of thing a lady  should be around."

Nat slowly counted to ten then spoke. "Let's have a look." She walked toward 
the alley, Jacks and Stimmons a few steps behind her. .  As she neared the 
body of the man, laying face down in the alley, she felt her stomach lurch.  
He had been dead for at least a week and decomposition was well advanced.  
Nat's stomach lurched again and she  felt a cold sweat break out on her 
forehead. She stopped  short distance from the corpse, trying to get her 
stomach under control.  As bad as this body was, she had dealt with far 
worse over the years.  Now, she could feel her legs trembling and she tasted 
 sourness in the back of her throat.  'What on earth is the matter with me?  
I haven't had this kind or reaction to a body in years.'  she thought.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned  to see Wilkes  and another 
attendant approaching with a gurney and body bag.  Wilkes stopped next to 
her, concern written on his face. "Are you okay Dr. Lambert? You look 
awfully pale."

Nat nodded her head, "I'm fine." After pulling on a pair of latex gloves, 
she began to examine the man.  This close the stench was overpowering. 
Struggling not to be sick, she started to roll him onto his back.  A gust of 
wind carried the odor from the body directly into her face and her stomach 
let her know it had just passed its limit.

Moving hurriedly, she managed to make it away from the body before she was 
violently ill. Catching her breath and trying to overcome her embarrassment, 
she was dimly aware of Jacks and Stimmons laughter in the background.  
Looking around she saw that most of the other officers as will as the two 
morgue attendants were watching her.  She could feel the blush spread over 
her cheeks.  Crossing to Wilkes she said, "I'll radio dispatch and have them 
send someone  else out  here.  I'm not feeling well.  I think I better go 
home."  

"Sure thing,  Dr. Lambert.  Do you need someone to drive you?"  Wilkes voice 
was sympathetic.

"No."  She gave Wilkes a weak smile. "I can manage, but thanks for asking."  
Avoiding the eyes that followed her, Nat went back to her car and drove off. 
  Several blocks away she pulled into a parking lot and cried for several 
minutes before heading home.


Nat had been home for about an hour when her phone rang.  She had changed 
into a nightgown and robe and was propped up in bed.  Sidney was curled into 
a ball next to her, and her left hand rested on his soft fur.  On her lap 
was a novel she had been meaning to read, but she couldn't seem to get past 
the first page.  Picking up the phone she heard Grace's voice.

"Nat, Wilkes just got back.  What happened?"

"I don't know.  All of a sudden I just couldn't stand the odor and got 
sick."  Nat gave a short, bitter laugh.  "It would have to happen in front 
of  Jacks and Stimmons. I felt so foolish."

Grace snorted. "Who cares about them.  Nat, I know this is probably none of 
my business, but I like you and I worry about you.  I know you haven't been 
yourself for the past couple of weeks.   Maybe you should see a doctor."

"I don't think that's necessary.  It's been  rough few weeks, what with Nick 
getting shot and helping him while he was recovering...then last night he 
came down with that flu that's going around.  I'm probably trying to come 
down with it myself."

"Well, you are the doctor."  Grace suddenly chuckled.

"What?"

"Oh, I  was just thinking," Grace said, "my sister had the same symptoms as 
you do.  She thought it was some sort of bug she had picked up at work." 
Grace paused, "The 'bug' is going to turn five years old next week."

"Very funny, Grace." Nat managed to say. At the same time the thought of 
that night when she and Nick had been together flashed through her mind. 
"Look, I'll probably be okay by tomorrow.  I think I'll see if I can't catch 
up on some sleep.  See you then." Nat waited only until she heard Grace's 
answering "Good night, and take care of yourself!"  before she hung up the 
phone.  

Nat's mind was racing.  She suddenly realized that Grace's joke might very 
well be true.  The timing was right.  "What if I am pregnant?"  She  
wondered aloud.  She picked up Sidney and cuddling him in her arms, buried 
her face in his fur. "Oh Sidney," she said quietly, "what was I thinking of 
that night?"
  


THIS PART CONTAINS ADULT SUBJECT MATTER 

WARNING CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR NIGHT IN QUESTION  AND  SONS OF BELIAL

Please see part 1 for disclaimers.

A Little Surprise (2/2)
by Nightlady
(c)1997

(Flashback to "Night in Question" and what I think happened during the 
commercials)

"Is it important?",  Nick asked between kisses as he gazed into her eyes.

"No...not now."  Nat answered, her voice barely a whisper.

She leaned into his kiss,  responding with all the passion she had held in 
check for four long years.  She wanted this time with a mortal acting Nick.  
She knew that there was a chance that the change caused by his head injury 
would not be permanent.  If Nick reverted to his vampire state, unless she 
found a  cure for his condition,  this might be the only time they could be 
together.

"Let's go upstairs."  Nick breathed into Nat's ear and led her to the 
bedroom.  He knew in his soul that she was his life and his desire for her 
was beyond anything he could imagine.

In the bedroom, they once again kissed. Natalie eagerly accepted Nick's 
seeking tongue and allowed her own to explore his mouth. The feel of his 
hands as he caressed her sent shivers of pleasure down her spine.  She felt 
him unbutton her suit jacket and pulled away just enough for him to slip it 
from her shoulders.  Within moments her blouse and skirt had followed the 
jacket onto the floor.  Reaching for him, Nat swiftly undid the buttons on 
his shirt, running her hands along the firm muscles of his chest and back. 
His skin was smooth and warm beneath her touch.  She sighed with pleasure as 
Nick nibbled playfully on her ear, and moaned softly as his lips moved down 
her neck.  As he pulled her tightly against him, Nat molded her own body to 
his.  The feel of her skin touching his was intoxicating to her.  She felt 
Nick undo her bra and gasped as first his hands, then his lips and tongue 
found her breasts.  Clad only in stockings, garter belt and a lacy pair of 
thong style panties, she leaned into Nick's strong arms as her knees began 
to quiver while her passion rose even more.

She could feel the hardness of Nicks erection against her stocking clad leg 
and just when she felt as if she was going to collapse with pleasure, Nick 
lifted her and laid her on the bed. He carefully removed her stockings, 
garter belt and panties while planting kisses on each in of newly exposed skin.

Nat watched as Nick removed his own trousers and underpants. She had rarely 
seen him without his shirt and she now gazed upon his firm, pale body trying 
to memorize every muscle and sinew of it.  As he lay down beside her on the 
bed his erection was hot against her thigh. With great tenderness, savoring 
each moment and sensation that their hands and mouths produced, they 
explored one another's bodies.  

Natalie could feel herself being swept upward on a spiral of ecstasy as Nick 
stroked her mound. She felt him responding to her as she stroked his manhood 
and caressed his scrotum. When he gently slid between her thighs and entered 
her she arched to meet his first slow thrusts, moaning his name as she 
sought to take him fully inside her.  As the speed and force of their 
thrusts increased, they clung to one another until at last they were shaken 
by the force of their release.  As they came together Nat felt Nick deep 
inside her and calling out his name, held him tightly.  She felt tears 
forming in her eyes as she heard his 
husky, whisper, "I love you, Nat." Gradually, their  breathing returned to 
normal, and they rested still entwined, still one.

Much later as they lay in each other's arms, languid with the calm that 
followed, they still found the need to touch and caress each other's  
bodies.  At last, with a sigh, Natalie rose from the bed.

"Stay." Nick's voice was soft. He reached out to take her hand and pulled 
her back toward him.

"I have to go to work in the morning and  you  need to rest.  If I stay here 
neither one of us is going to get any sleep."  Nat smiled and kissed him.  
"It'll be better if I sleep downstairs."  

Nick realized that she would not be talked out of it and reluctantly 
released her hand.  He watched as she left the room.  Slipping on a pair of 
pajamas he lay back on the bed.  He closed his eyes and fell asleep with her 
scent lingering in his mind.

Downstairs, Nat put on her own pajamas and snuggled under the comforter on 
the couch.  Feeling happier than she had in over four years, she drifted 
into a dreamless sleep.

(end flashback)

Nat knew the answer to her question.  She had been thinking only of loving 
Nick.  She hadn't stopped, or wanted, to  consider that there might be an 
unexpected consequence to  her actions.  "I know better, I'm a doctor."  She 
said aloud.  Sidney purred and licked her hand.  Nat felt the tears as they 
rolled slowly down her cheeks.   "This isn't doing any good, I need to calm 
down."  She said firmly.    "In the morning, I'll go to the store and get 
one of those home test kits.  If it's positive, I'll see my doctor and have 
her confirm it."  She turned off the light and still snuggling Sidney lay 
down.  Her last thought before sleep claimed her was 'If I am pregnant, how 
do I tell Nick?'
                                                                             
     
Nick sat alone in his loft, listening to Liszt's Liebestraume on the stereo 
and wishing that Nat was beside him. He hadn't seen much of Nat, outside of 
work, in the past six weeks. He had spent most of that time with LaCroix 
regaining his memory. As he thought of the events of last night, Nick 
shuddered. When the demon had possessed him, Nick had been helpless.  Nick 
had been able to see and hear what his body was doing, but unable to control 
those actions.   He had watched in horror as the demon had nearly killed 
Natalie.  His love for her and his fear for her life was what had enabled 
him to expel the demon from his body.  Now, he had to overcome the effect of 
that experience.  He had told Nat, earlier, that his craving for human blood 
was more powerful than it had been in a long time.  What he hadn't told her, 
was that it was HER blood he craved more than anything.  

Stretching out on the couch, Nick closed his eyes and sought comfort in the 
one bright spot of the recent past.  He let his mind drift back, as it had 
so many times in the past few weeks, to the night following the shooting.  
He smiled as he remembered every touch, every sensation, every moment of his 
and Nat's lovemaking. That memory strengthened him and enabled him to 
believe that somehow they would find a way to be together ... forever.    
Feeling the craving within him finally quieting, he slept.

Natalie left the doctor's office with her mind in a whirl.  She had done an 
over the counter test early this morning, and the positive result had sent 
her to the phone to try and get in to see her doctor today.  She had been 
lucky,  there had been an unexpected opening and she had gratefully made the 
appointment.  The doctor had confirmed the at-home test.  Nat was eight 
weeks pregnant.  

'I want this baby,' she thought as she drove to work. 'It's a part of Nick 
and a reminder of our love.  If we never find a cure, at least we will have 
this child.'  She pulled into her parking space.  "Now if I can figure out 
how to break the news to Nick." She whispered to herself as she headed to 
the morgue.

Nick sat at his desk staring at the file he was holding and trying to resist 
the urge to call Natalie. Earlier, as he was entering the station  Jacks had 
called to him. 

"Hey, Knight.  Too bad you weren't here yesterday."  Jacks' tone was one of 
smug satisfaction.

Nick had stopped and fixed  Jacks with a cold stare.  He didn't like Jacks 
or his partner, Stimmons.  He particularly didn't like the way he had seen 
Jacks looking at Nat. Nick knew that Nat, as well as most of the other women 
who had to work with the pair, found them repulsive.   "Why?"  Nick inquired 
in a bored voice. 

"You could have comforted your favorite coroner after she got sick all over 
a scene Stimmons and I were handling."  Jacks gave a short bark of laughter. 
 "I thought for a minute she was going to pass out face down in what was 
left of the corpse.  I would have been glad to offer her some real nice 
comforting if she hadn't left so fast, after all she's..."

Whatever else Jacks had planned to say was cut off as Nick reached out and 
grabbed him by the shirt collar.  Seeing the barely contained fury in Nick's 
face, Jacks tried to get loose, but Nick held Jacks as easily as if  he were 
holding a small child.  "Be glad that you didn't."  Nick said in a quiet, 
deadly tone. "If I ever find out that you've tried ANYTHING with her, you 
will answer to me. Do you understand?"  Jacks, eyes wide with unconcealed 
fear, bobbed his head up and down. "Good." Nick said releasing him and 
walking away.   Jacks leaned against the wall for support.  He didn't relax 
until Nick had disappeared around the corner of the hall.

Putting the file down, Nick picked up the phone and dial Nat's office.  
After several rings, it was answered not by Nat, but Grace.  Grace quickly 
assured Nick that Nat was in, but busy doing an autopsy right this moment.  
Thanking Grace, Nick said he would call again later. Hanging up the phone, 
he saw Tracy watching him from her side of their desks.  

"I just wanted to see if she was feeling okay." He said.  

Tracy smiled and went back to her work.  Ten minutes later, Nick's phone rang.

"Knight, 96th precinct."

"Hi Nick. Grace said you called a few minutes ago?"

"Nat. .I heard about last night and I just wanted to be sure you were 
feeling okay." 

Nick heard her sigh before she answered. "I'm fine, mostly, I'm just 
embarrassed." Nat took a deep breath then continued.  "Nick, would you mind 
if I stopped by the loft when I get off.  There's something I need to tell you."

"Of course I wouldn't mind.  Is something wrong?"  Nick could tell by her 
voice she was either upset or nervous.

"Um...I..I'd rather wait until I can see you to say anything more.  I'm off 
at 3:00. I'll go straight to the loft."

"Okay, I'm on until 4:00.  I'll see you at the loft." Nick slowly hung up 
the phone.  Ignoring Tracy's raised eyebrows he opened the next file.

Nat let herself in to Nick's loft shortly after 3:30 am.  She had grown 
increasingly nervous, wondering how Nick would react to the news that he was 
going to be a father. She still didn't know exactly how to tell him.  She 
sat on the couch and waited for Nick to arrive. 'Oh please, let him be happy 
about this.' She silently prayed.

Nick was lucky, and it was a slow night.  He booked off at 3:30 and drove to 
the loft. He had spent the rest of his shift trying to figure out what Nat 
needed to see him about.  'What if she's  decided that she can't take any 
more of the trouble I always seem to bring into her life?' he worried.  He 
knew if she told him it was over between them, that he might well walk into 
the sun.  He loved her too much to be able to  go on without her.  Arriving 
at the loft, he hurried inside.   He could hear her heartbeat from upstairs. 
As the lift motor started, he heard it increase slightly.  The lift stopped 
and  taking a deep breath he went inside.

Nat was standing near the fireplace.  She smiled as Nick walked toward her. 
Reaching her he kissed her on the cheek. He could feel the tension in her 
body, but at least she hadn't tried to pull away from him.  "Why don't we 
sit down and then you can tell me what's bothering you." He said gently.  
Nat nodded and they crossed to the couch.  When they sat, Nick noticed that 
Nat left a little distance between them.

"I've been trying to figure out how to say this all day long."  Nat said 
looking down at her hands. Nick felt an icy ball of dread form in his stomach. 

 "I guess I'll just come out and say it," Nat continued.  "Nick, I saw my 
doctor today and I'm pregnant."  She looked up to meet Nick's blue eyes. " 
It happened when we were together, after you were shot. We're going to have 
a baby."

For a moment, Nick was too stunned to move.  He realized Nat was  still 
talking. "know you didn't plan on this and neither did I, but I want this 
baby.  Please, Nick say SOMETHING." Then he reached for her hands, and 
lifting them to his lips kissed them.  Looking back into Nat's eyes he could 
see they were full of unshed tears.

"I...I don't know what to say...a baby,"  Nick stuttered.  Nat was having a 
baby...HIS baby.  Closing his eyes Nick savored the feelings of joy and love 
those words produced.  

Nat couldn't tell just what Nick was feeling and began to try and explain.  
"Please, don't be angry...I wasn't thinking that night..."  The tears began 
to slip slowly down her face. 

Opening his eyes, Nick took her face in his hands.   Looking into her eyes, 
he smiled.  "I'm not angry.  I love you.  I've dreamed of us having a child, 
but I never dared to hope that dream would come true."  He watched as she 
returned his smile, her eyes radiant with relief and joy.  "Thank you." He 
whispered as he bent to kiss her. 

The End.

Author's notes:  Okay, I know that I'm leaving Nat pregnant and single but, 
I figure that the rest is a whole other story. (And I admit that I have a 
few interesting thoughts about it too. <G>)  

IMHO, if this had been the result of whatever happened in "Night in 
Question"  Nat would not have been so depressed and "Last Knight" would 
never have happened.   The effect of impending fatherhood on Nick, not to 
mention LaCroix's reaction when he found out, would have been good for 
several episodes. I rather think Uncle would be intrigued by the 
"possibilities" a mortal child of Nick's  could provide. 

Comments, criticism and cute vampires cheerfully accepted. Send to  Marci 
Cheeseman a.k.a. Nightlady   <cstar@pdq.net>