Title: Babies, Bugs and the Bangles

Author: Anne (the insane one)

Category: C/G; N/S

Rating: PG

Summary: See title :D

Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine except Matthew and I am not making any profit out of it

Catherine Grissom walked down the hallway of the Las Vegas Crime Lab, a DNA sample from a Jamie Stevens in her hand. A hand shot out and Sara Stokes yanked her into the break room.

"Uh, hi?" Catherine said, bewildered.

"I need your help," Sara pleaded.

Catherine dangled the DNA sample. "Sorry. Gil's given me a full caseload."

"It's not a forensic thing. I need your opinion on something."

"No, I'm not getting Gil dressed up in Eightie's gear to go to the Bangles concert next week. It was enough of a struggle to get him to the go to the concert."

"Well, he has to come. I've got the six tickets. You, me, Grissom, Nick, Warrick and Greg." She shuddered. "Grissom in eightie's gear."

"The DNA is calling," Catherine said, dangling the sample again.

"Right. Here's the question. Do you think I'd make a good mother?"

"Why am I getting this question?"

"You're a woman. And you have Lindsey, Mattie and you're pregnant again. Opinions?"

"Well why wouldn't you make a good mother?"

"Look at me."

"Am I supposed to be seeing a sign that flashes 'Don't make me a mother'?"

"Not unless Greg's been in the locker rooms again."

"Sara, you know those sayings that great things are born not made?"

"Yeah."

"Well mothers are made, not born. And all that stuff in the handbooks is written for a typical child. They don't exist. It's ninety percent instinct."

"But I do not appear the maternal type."

"I didn't think that I was before I had Lindsey either. And before Mattie was born, could you have really pictured Gil as a father?"

"Point taken," Sara nodded.

"Listen, just go take a test and find out. Everything from there is smooth sailing," Catherine assured her.

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"How many times Gil? How many times have I told you that if you take Mattie downstairs into your bugroom to make sure that he is watched all the time? You know he likes to take lids off things." Catherine was standing on a chair, clutching their two-year old son in her arms.

"I didn't think he'd go for the tarantula cage," Gil admitted.

"Remember the time you left the lid unscrewed on the jam jar?"

Gil groaned. "How could I forget? We were up all night with him." He got back down on his hands and knees. "Honestly, Cath, I only looked away for a second."

"Found him!" came a triumphant voice, and Lindsey came in. "He was in the kitchen."

She put the spider back into his cage and after placing Mattie safely down on the ground, Gil lifted his wife down by the waist.

"I'm still not impressed with you," Catherine said, ignoring the proximity of their bodies.

"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are when you're pregnant?" Gil asked, placing a hand over her belly.

"Oh brother," Lindsey groaned. "Come on, Mattie, let's go put Archie back downstairs." Taking the toddler with one hand and grabbing the tarantula cage with the other, she escorted her little brother downstairs.

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"Sara, what are you doing in there?" Nick asked, staring at the bathroom door.

"Nothing," came the reply.

"Sara, you've been in there for twenty minutes."

She opened the door and smiled at him. "Sorry."

Nick narrowed his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I think so," Sara replied.

"You think so? What's going on?"

Sara grinned and hugged him. "I'm pregnant."

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Two weeks later Nick came into work sporting a red lump on his head.

"God, Nick, what happened? Gil asked, looking him over with concern.

Catherine looked up from her book and in unison with Nick said, "Sara."

Nick looked at Catherine in amazement. "How did you know that Sara sideswiped me with a saucepan?"

Catherine smirked. "She's pregnant."

Gil nodded understandingly. "Ah. Nick, I understand everything."

Catherine arched an eyebrow. "Oh do you know?"

"Come to my office later and we'll talk," Gil replied, ignoring his wife.

Nick nodded and taking the slip of paper that Gil gave him headed out. "Oh, by the way, where is Sara working today?"

"She's working here at the lab with me," Catherine said, rolling her eyes. "Mr Overprotective wants his two pregnant CSI's in here."

"It's not my fault that Sara is in the 'having to throw up' trimester and you're in the 'need the bathroom' trimester. There are no bathrooms out on the field…at least none you can use."

Catherine wrinkled her nose. "Okay, okay. Go be a big, bad CSI. But I want some evidence to play with when you get back."

Gil grinned and kissed her on the forehead. "Yes ma'am." He and Nick walked out the door. "First rule of pregnancy. The woman is always right."

Nick nodded. "Got it."

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Part 2