! Sofia Curtis will be back at CSI in May ! Right now, she'll be back for one episode (she's a deputy chief now) If we're lucky, we'll see a little bit more of her! So lets all say a little prayer !

! Off we go, the last part of the story !

Part 1

I am nothing but tired. Man I'm just tired and bored with myself. Hey there baby, I could use just a little help.

Sara could understand 'The boss' Bruce Springsteen and his words. She was tired too. The last three weeks she had been working without a day off and most of these days were filled with double shifts. With Cath being away for advanced training and Nick being ill, the night shift had been short handed.

"You work too much."

"Huh?" Sara almost jumped up when she heard Sofia's voice.

"You've been working too long; again." The blonde sat next to Sara, who was laying on the couch. Why was she here? She came home, wanted to sit down for a minute and then have a shower and go to bed. Did she fall asleep on the couch before she could do that?

"I missed you in bed." Sofia stroke Sara's hair out of her face.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep here. What time is it?"

"Four."

"You slept long. When did you come home?"

"Around nine. How long have you been back?"

"Two hours." She was surprised how long she had slept on the couch.

"Come on, go to bed. You need some more sleep."

"I've to be back in the lab by eight." Seven would be better but she knew she'd get some trouble with Sofia when she started to argue about her work begin.

"Enough time to sleep another three hours. Come on, you can't go on with only two hours of sleep on the couch."

"I'd prefer to spend some time with you." She had barely seen Sofia with all these cases and the last four Sara worked on, Sofia was at another case.

"I can come with you. I'm not that tired anymore but I'd never say no to an hour in the arms of my wife." Sofia pulled Sara up from the couch and pushed to towards the bedroom.

"I need a shower." Sara tried to protest.

"Later. First you need some sleep." Sofia knew if she'd let Sara have a shower the brunette wouldn't go to bed at all.

"I need my wife."

"I'm here." Sofia placed Sara in their bed, started to undress her.

"Mhm…I need you closer."

"Soon baby." Sofia threw Sara's socks away and covered both up under the blanket. Her wife was almost asleep again.

"I love you." Sara mumbled.

"I love you too." Sofia kissed Sara softly and snuggled in her arms.

Two days later Sara had finally a night off. Cath was back and also Nick was working again. The chance to give her some time to breathe.

"I think that was the first time in weeks that I saw you sleeping eight hours in a row and the first time since our honeymoon that I was awake before you and could watch you sleep." Sofia kissed a little bit of eye gunk away from Sara's eyes.

"I feel much better now. Eight hours of sleep, what a tread. Now I'm ready for adventure. Shall we go out tonight? A nice cocktail bar? Dancing?"

"You go dancing and I'll watch you."

"Huh? Why should I dance without you? And why don't you want to dance? You love dancing, you're the first one on the dance floor."

"I think I need to skip dancing, I need some more quiet time."

"Don't start with stupid things like you're too old for dancing and having fun. That's bullshit."

"Only a little break."

"Are you ill?" Sara eyed her wife skeptical. When Sofia wasn't in the mood for a night on the dance floor she must be serious ill.

"No."

"Cocktail night?"

"I think I'll skip that one too."

"What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"No dance, no cocktails…do you want to spend time with me or do you also want to skip that?"

"Stupid question." Sofia bent over and kissed Sara.

"Just checking."

"Can you live with me not going out for a dance and a cocktail?"

"Of course I can. It's me, I can live on books."

"No, you're that much a geek anymore. But it's good to know you're fine with being at home. We might do that a little more often now."

"Will we?"

"Yes. I doubt my mom will come along every night so that we can go out."

"Since when do we need your mom to go out?"

"We will in seven months."

"What?" Slowly the fog started to disappear out of Sara's head and she could see where Sofia was taking her. No wild dances, no alcohol, quiet nights at home, her mother come along when they wanted to go out…

"I'm pregnant."

"You're not." They had only one treatment and the doctor had told them it was very likely that they'd need more, that three to five treatments weren't unusual.

"That isn't exactly the happy response I wanted to hear." There was some shock in Sara's voice, like an anxious boyfriend who saw his life blowing away because his girlfriend was pregnant.

"Sorry." Sara took Sofia in her arms. It had slipped out her mouth.

"I am. I was at the doctor yesterday, we'll be parents in seven months. Say goodbye to your freedom and your old life, we'll spend a lot of time here, smoothing a crying baby, changing diapers, singing lullabies and telling stories. You'll be a mommy soon."

"Wow."

"Are you happy?" Sofia wanted a proper answer.

"Who's asking the stupid questions now?" Sara kissed Sofia passionately. Her wife was pregnant. So fast, so easily.

"You were never that much into having children…"

"I'm only concerned if I can be good enough." What if she sucked as a mother? What if she wasn't good enough? If she couldn't love the child like she was supposed to love it? Her parents didn't love her, she never learnt how it is to love a child, a family member. Hell, sometimes it scared her how much she loved Sofia because she wasn't used to love that much, to be loved the way Sofia loved her.

And now there would be a baby. A little human who needed her, needed her help, needed her love to survive. When she screwed up here, she not only screwed up her own life but also the life of a baby. It was up to her to create an environment for the baby that taught him or her what love, trust and respect was.

"You'll be a great mom, don't worry."

"I do worry. It's a responsibility for a life."

"Yes. And I hope it has your DNA."

"What?"

Sofia grinned. The in-vitro fertilization had given her the opportunity to have an ovum of Sara and herself. She had asked for two ovum for every treatment. Some women had three or four but Sofia thought that it would be crazy to be pregnant the first time with quadruplets and having the possibility that she might give birth to three or four children. Twins were more than enough in her age and with no children before.

"It might have your DNA, there's no chance to tell if it's your or my DNA. And I don't want or need a DNA test because it doesn't matter, it's our child."

"I hope it has your DNA."

"I prefer the sexy gap."

"Not another stunning blonde? And the jealous mother standing behind the door at night, her gun loaded, waiting for all the admires of her daughter, ready to shoot them all if they come to close or have their hands in areas they're not suppose to have them."

"Stop making fun of me, you're not better. You'll be the same."

"I'll be out working while you sit at home and be a housewife."

"I told you I won't be a housewife. I'll work until I'm due for four weeks, stay at home for two months or three and go back to work."

"What does your mother say?"

"She doesn't know that I'm pregnant. I wanted to tell my wife first."

"Thanks."

"We can tell my mom together, I invited her over tonight. I'm sure she'll be happy and will offer to be a baby sitter. She'll stop working in three months, that means she'll have a lot of spare time and my dad will be happy if her attention gets away from him and towards the baby. I'd say our timing is perfect."

"Your timing. I did nothing."

"It might be your ovum." Sofia really hoped it was Sara's ovum. Then it was really their child. Sara's DNA, but it had lived for nine months in Sofia's body. She would give the child something of herself.

"You are pregnant." Sara still had some problems to believe that. The first treatment and it was successful. Their life would change now.

"Yes."

"Do we have to go to these baby courses?"

"Unless you know everything about babies and know what to do, we should."

"I've no idea, I've never been a babysitter." What if she hurt the baby? When she dropped it? Could she handle a baby?

"In that case we need to look for that. And we have to start decorating a room…no wait, we don't know if it's a boy or a girl…"

"Don't tell me you want a pink room if it's girl. Please don't say that."

"Soft pink, some deep red hearts on the wall, a lot of fluff… honey you're so pale, are you alright?" Sofia laughed. It was so easy to scare Sara.

"Not funny."

"No I don't want a girlie pink room. I do want cartoons on the wall, a lot of colors but something that fits for both, girl and boy. And we need a baby safe house."

"I saw some protection for the stairs…it's a little bit early to think of that, isn't it? I mean it won't walk the first year."

"Crawling is enough for falling down the stairs and now we've the time to prepare. Later the baby will need a lot of time and we won't have time to do everything. And with every day my belly will get bigger and bigger and I won't be able to move."

"In that case we should start shopping right away." Sara wanted to get up but Sofia stopped her.

"Seven months, Sara. Seven. I think it will be alright if we have a quiet evening after these weeks of work and doubles."

"I hope you'll stop working doubles…and get a job in the office."

"Never. I won't end up in the office for months."

"Months? Years. Being a lieutenant is too dangerous for a mother."

"We'll have a serious fight if you really mean that." Sofia grumbled. "I won't give up working and I will go on working as a lieutenant and I will become a captain later. No child will stop me from doing that. And I hope my wife is with me and won't want me to stop working on my dreams."

"You are getting angry."

"Yes."

"You'll take care?"

"I always take care, Sara. Especially since I'm married. I don't want you to be a widow and I don't want you be alone with our child. I want to be with the two of you. I will step back a bit but I won't stop working. I might take my bullet proofed vest with me more often."

"Always." Now it was Sara who was grumbling. She hated it that Sofia almost all the time didn't wear her vest. It was too dangerous and she didn't have the time when out of the blue a shooting started to put on the vest. That was point they'd never agree on and Sara hoped by being pregnant Sofia would consider the brunette's point of view again.

"We'll see. What worries me more is the time after the birth. Shall I change to days? I mean we can't ask my mother to baby sit every night."

"No, that wouldn't be fair."

"I'll miss working with you."

"It doesn't have to be for the rest of your life. When the child is older you can come back to nights."

"It has to be old enough that we can leave it alone, I won't do that until it's sixteen."

"Maybe I should change to day too."

"You like working nights and you like the guys."

"I love you and with you on days and me on nights we won't see much of each other, Sofia. You are more important than the job." Not even the swing shift was something Sara could consider. If Sofia was working days, she wanted to switch too. She didn't get married to see her wife twice a day for a minute.

Sofia pulled Sara back in her arms and kissed her. With both on day it would be much easier. They could bring the baby to day care and be home at nights. If their supervisors agreed on that it could solve the problem.