Grissom walked into the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on. It was 7:00 in the morning, around the time that graveyard shift would be ending. He estimated that he had 15 minutes before Nick and Greg arrived. He got out 4 mugs from the cabinet then slowly climbed his way back upstairs. He walked along the upstairs hallway and stood at the frame of the door to the nursery, he saw his wife sitting in the rocking chair across from the crib, looking on at their son who was sound asleep. The sliver of light coming in from the far window, reflected on her moist cheek. He walked over to her, knelt down in front of her and put his hands on her knees.

"Hey, hey." He whispered, whipping the tears from her face. "What's wrong?" She looked back at him for a few moments.

"What if we hadn't been so lucky?" She asked, also in a whisper. He nodded gently and turned his head to look at the baby in the crib behind him. She ran her fingers through his short curly hair. He turned back to face her and she slowly slid her hands from his hair, all the way down his face, stopping under his ears, massaging his jaw with her thumbs.

"Why don't I tell them that you're not up for it this morning?" He asked. She pulled her hands away from his face, sniffed her nose and sat up from the chair. "They will understand, dear. We can do it another time."

"No. No." She shook her head. "No, I – I want to." She whispered.

"Okay." He said softly and rose from his crouching position. He took her hand and lifted her up from the chair. She grinned as he kissed her temple. The doorbell rang and Charlie awoke with a whine. Sara giggled and looked over at the baby. "I'll go." He offered. "You take your time." He exited the room, holding her hand until he could no longer reach.

Sara walked over to Charlie's crib. She ran her index fingers under her eyes, whipping away any evidence of tears. She shook her head as she silently vowed to put the sadness behind her. Charlie was beautiful and healthy. There was no point to lingering on the irrelevant. The doctors had warned her that she would most likely be emotional for a few days following the birth. She looked down at her son and chuckled. It was incredible – how something so small could have such a large impact. She lifted him up from under his arms. She brought him to her chest. She shh'ed sofly and bounced him up and down.