Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. I'm simply using their characters to entertain myself.

A/N: This is the sequel to Baby on the Way. I suggest you read at least parts of it first, but you should be able to follow the story even if you haven't read Baby on the Way.

Three Months Later

"Mommy!" Liz shouted as she walked into Grace's nursery; Both hands were clapped over her ears, and this was understandable to Sara.

Grace had been crying for nearly three hours. Sara had tried everything possible to calm her down and nothing had worked; So now she was sitting in wooden rocking chair in the yellow nursery, rocking the squirming child.

"Yes, Liz?"

"When is she gonna stop!"

Liz dropped down to the floor and sat Indian-style. She watched as her mother gently swayed her baby sister back and forth whilst whispering soothingly; This effort was also fruitless, much to Liz's surprise.

Usually Grace stopped crying the moment she rocked; But not today. Her screaming cries echoed throughout the house, breaking Sara's heart and piercing Liz's ears.

"I don't know sweetheart," Sara replied. She was on the verge of tears herself; Grace was so different from Liz. Liz had hardly ever cried and when she did, it meant something was terribly wrong. Grace often cried at the slightest things. It appeared that she was out of options, as to how to soothe the infant.

"Well, can I sing to her?"

Sara looked up at her eldest daughter. "Of course. Come here."

Liz jumped up from her seat on the soft carpet and strode the few feet to the rocking chair. She stood where Grace could see her and quietly began singing.

"Rock a-bye baby, in the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock," She sang.

Sara felt a hot tear glide down her cheek as Grace stopped crying; Her girls were bonding. The baby in her arms looked up at Liz to continue.

"When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And down will come baby, baby and all," Liz finished with a smile.

Grace sniffled a few times but did not resume crying; Sara let out a happy sigh. She pulled Liz toward her, without crushing the baby, and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you, honey. I never would have thought of that," Sara whispered. Liz nodded silently then glanced down at Grace.

"Mom, she's asleep!" Liz replied softly, but the excitement that she had helped calm her baby sister down was evident in her voice. She took a few steps backward to allow her mother to stand up.

Sara smiled at Liz as she stood up; Grace shifted slightly in her arms but remained asleep. Sara placed the infant in her crib, the smile still present on her face.

She then turned to Liz and motioned for her to lead the way out of the room; When they had reached the hall, Sara scooped Liz up in her arms.

"You are a good big sister. You know that, right?"

"I know, mom. Daddy told me this morning. Mommy?"

Sara descended down the stairs with Liz on her hip, the little girl's arms were locked around her mother's neck.

"What it is, baby?"

"When is that babysitter coming back? Heather?"

Sara stopped dead in her tracks. "I don't know. You want her to come babysit?"

Liz nodded excitedly.

"We'll have to see."

She finished their trip down the stairs and set Liz down; The girl smiled up at her mother before running off to the living room. Sara continued in to the kitchen, to call Gil.

Oddly enough, the lab was on speed dial; She hadn't remembered it being there before but held the '4' button down until it began dialing.

"Grissom."

"What are you wearing?" Sara giggled in a deep voice; She felt like being silly, and who better to execute her pranks on than her husband.

"Sara?" A pause followed this question. "I'll tell you if you tell me."

This statement sent Sara into a laughing frenzy; When she had regained control over herself, she asked him what she had called to do.

"You think Heather would be able to watch the girls?"

Gil paused for a moment; Sara could almost hear him smile. "I'll call her right now."

The two hung up; Sara hoped Heather would be available to babysit. It had been almost ten months since she and Gil had had some alone time. The last time they had gone on a 'date', she had been four months pregnant and could barely stay awake throughout the night. Sara figured it would be nice to have a night alone, where she would be able to keep her eyes open.

"Mommy, wanna color with me?" Liz walked into the kitchen carrying two sheets of paper and two crayons.

"Sure thing."

Sara followed Liz from the room with a grin. She had spent time with Grace and now it was Liz's turn.

She was so glad Liz understood that Grace needed a lot more attention; Not because Grace was more loved, but because she couldn't do anything by herself.

"Here, I drew our family!"

Liz interrupted Sara's thoughts by handing her mother a sheet of paper. Gil was drawn as a tall man with grey hair, Liz was holding her father's hand, and Sara was holding Grace in her arms.

"It's beautiful! You are a good artist," Sara complimented her daughter with a proud smile.

Before Sara could color her own picture, the phone rang; Liz looked disappointed, but smiled at her mother when she promised to color with her after answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Heather said she'd love to babysit. I told to her be there at six, so I hope that's okay with you," Grissom informed his wife.

Sara nodded happily. "I can't wait."