A/N: With a great deal of sadness and happiness, I present to you the final chapter of the saga known as Faking It. I hope you have enjoyed the ride! This is my birthday present to all of you. Thank you to everyone who has added me/my stories to their list of favorites, for story/author alerts, and for reviews... they have all been so adored. As for my birthday tbh I was all for boycotting it but, ahem, some people wouldn't let me forget about it... but in all seriousness all the birthday love has been wonderful and great so thank you! A special thanks/shout-out to Jen & Kristen for writing me two fabulous birthday fics.

A/N2: As previously stated, this fic is dedicated to my good friend, Veronika a.k.a. 22114 a.k.a. my favorite Norwegian. When I decided that Greg's grandparents were going to visit from Norway, I knew she had to make a cameo appearance…

Disclaimer: Um, TPTB, today's my birthday… so, basically, what I'm thinking is that CSI would make a great gift. Until I get those papers from TPTB, however, I don't own CSI or its characters.

Sunday: Early Morning. Grissom's House.

Shooting straight up in bed, Sara bolted to the bathroom and proceeded to empty her stomach's contents an ungodly number of times.

Moaning softly, she shakily stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was pale with a thin sheen of perspiration coating her forehead, and there were hints of dark circles under her eyes. So not an attractive picture, she thought. Fortunately, her hair had been pulled up in a ponytail so she didn't need to have an emergency jump in the shower to clean up. She redid her hair in a messy bun (as it had been a bit loose) and quickly rinsed out her mouth and brushed her teeth.

Feeling slightly more human-like, she walked back into the bedroom and saw that Gil was still fast asleep. How he could sleep through her puking her guts out (literally, or so it felt) was beyond her. When he finally got into a good, deep sleep, nothing (not even a freight train and tornado combined) could wake him. She envied him since she was a light sleeper.

Before she settled back into the bed, she realized that her stomach was still feeling a bit queasy. So, instead, she decided to go into the kitchen to find something to help settle it.

Quietly as possible, she exited the bedroom after first checking to see if the coast was clear and then made her way into the kitchen. It was about seven in the morning, so a bit early for the others to be up.

After finding a box of saltines in the pantry and pouring herself a small glass of Sprite, she stood by the kitchen counter, leaning against it for support and slowly began eating a few crackers in hopes that she would soon feel better.

She still wasn't feeling that great when Nana Olaf surprised her by coming into the kitchen. "Nana, is everything okay?" Sara asked. "Do you need something?"

"No, no dear. I am okay. I woke up and started thinking about everything that needs to be done before Papa and I leave today. Then I realized that I was thirsty as well so I decided to come and get me a glass of water before I tried going back to sleep," she explained.

Handing her a glass from the cabinet, Sara said, "Don't worry about all the packing. Greg and I will help you two get everything together. We'll get it all finished in time."

Nana beamed. "You are such a sweet girl, my darling Sara. Greg is so lu—" She cut off what she had been saying when she noticed what Sara was eating. "Are you feeling okay? Is that why you are up at this hour?" she questioned, indicating the package of crackers that were lying open on the countertop.

"Oh, um," she paused a moment. Truthfully, she hadn't felt too well lately but she hadn't wanted to say anything and ruin Greg's visit with his grandparents. "I'm just feeling a little nauseous, and I thought that some saltines might help." She waved a hand in the air. "I'm sure it's nothing…" However, as if her body wanted to completely mock her, she felt vomit rise to the top of her throat and, unable to make it to the bathroom in time, she proceeded to throw up in the kitchen's trashcan.

Nana was right beside her in an instant, stroking her back and handing her a wet paper towel to press to her forehead.

She stood and smiled weakly. "Thanks." Tossing the remaining Sprite into the sink, she filled her glass with water and rinsed out her mouth for the second time that morning. Turning around and leaning against the counter, she faced Nana, who was eyeing her with concern. "Uh, I'm probably getting the flu. That actually explains why I've been so tired lately and why my back has been aching…honestly though, I don't understand how one can get the flu in the summer months…" Sara complained.

Nana's eyes were drawn to where Sara's right hand rested, and her eyes widened as a thought occurred to her. "Sara," she began.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think there is a chance that you are pregnant?" Nana questioned, hope evident in her voice at the thought of a great-grandchild.

Looking down where her hand was placed on her stomach, she quickly removed it. "No. No… no. I'm not pregnant." She let out a small, strangled laugh. "That's not… that's not possible. It can't be. I mean, we didn't plan for this to happen…well, at least not right now…" Her voice, however, was beginning to grow weaker and sound less and less certain.

"Sara?" Nana's voice was now laced with worry.

In her mind, she tried to remember the date of her last time of the month. Realizing she was over two weeks late, she slowly sank to the kitchen floor in shock.

Nana rushed to her side and knelt down, grabbing one of her hands and squeezing it reassuringly.

"I think… I might be pregnant," Sara spoke softly. Oh, my… this wasn't supposed to happen… at least not right now… what would Gil think? Looking at Nana, she realized that she needed to get her to promise not to say anything. "Nana, please… please, don't tell him," she requested. "Not until I know for sure…"

Hearing the rising panic in her soon-to-be family member, Nana hurried to soothe her. "Shhh, don't worry. I won't say anything to Greg."

Oh, boy.

xxx

Thankfully, Nana went back to her room first to catch a bit more sleep, so she didn't have to go into Greg's room. Instead, she was able to slip back under the covers next to Gil.

She was pregnant. Well, she needed to take a test (or a few dozen tests) plus make a doctor's appointment to confirm her new mom status but since she was very regular, it was a pretty sure thing. All the symptoms she hadn't paid attention to now made sense. It was as if all the little things were signals that were pointing to one gigantic, glowing neon light sign that said: "Yo, you! Yeah, I'm talking to you… guess what? You're knocked up."

Hopefully, Nana would stay silent. She wanted to wait until after Greg and his grandparents and the chaos of the past few days ended to tell Gil what she suspected. She wanted it be just the two of them. Alone and together. She could imagine it now. A nice candlelight dinner, some soft music, a nice meal…

Yeah, it would be perfect, she thought sleepily as exhaustion finally overtook her.

xxx

A couple of hours later…

"Thank you for the meal, Sara. It was delicious," Papa declared as he pushed back his empty plate.

She smiled as she rose from the table. "You're such a sweet talking man, aren't you?" Sara teased with a grin. "You're more than welcome, Papa."

As Sara began gathering everyone's empty plates, Nana interrupted her. "Sara, do you think you should be carrying all that in your condition?"

"Condition?" Greg and Grissom asked aloud simultaneously.

She stopped in mid-stride of picking up Greg's plate and tried to think of a quick (and, more importantly, believable) recovery from Nana's slip-up. "Uh, Nana just meant the condition that I cooked this fabulous meal for all of you and now I'm doing the clean-up as well… right, Nana Olaf?" She shot a meaningful glance at Greg's grandmother to remind her of her earlier promise.

"Yes. Yes, that is what I meant. Greg, why do you not help Sara?" Nana suggested.

He jumped up immediately, startling Sara into dropping the plates onto the dining room table. Walking behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her into his vacated seat. "Here, just sit down and relax. I'll put up the dishes and wash them later," he stated, as he picked up all the plates and utensils.

"Thanks, Greg," she told him when he came back later and sat down again.

"No problem. Anything for you, Bay-Bay." He grinned.

xxx

It took them over an hour, but they finally managed to finish packing all of Nana and Papa Olaf's things. Greg placed all his grandparents' suitcases and luggage next to the front door so nothing would be left behind.

"That was a workout," Greg announced, as he took a seat next to Sara on the living room couch where everyone was currently relaxing. They still had a couple of hours left before they needed to leave for the airport.

Later, because her stomach was starting to feel a bit upset again, Sara got up and headed to the kitchen. Munching on a couple of saltines, she poured herself a glass of Sprite, hoping the nausea would pass. As she made her way back into the living room, the doorbell rang and sidetracked her.

Opening the front door, she was surprised to see Nick, Warrick and Catherine and stepped back so they could enter.

As she closed the door behind her, Catherine said, "Yeah, we know you probably weren't expecting us so we hope it's okay we came by. Last night at work, the three of us decided that it would be nice if we came to say goodbye to both Nana and Papa Olaf before they left for Norway."

"That's really nice. I'm sure Greg will appreciate it as well as his grandparents," Sara responded.

Warrick didn't add that they also were hoping for some entertainment.

Sara was right about Nana being thrilled with the extra company.

"So, how was your day yesterday? What did all of you get into?" Nick asked, after they had settled into the living room again. He had brought in two chairs from the dining room table for extra seating.

"I took Papa to the arcades while the girls did some wedding dress shopping," Greg began.

"Wedding dress shopping?" Catherine choked out, trying to stifle her laughter while Nick and Warrick both fought hard against the grins that were threatening to form.

On the other hand, Sara tried to hide her grimace. "Yes. Nana wanted to feel as if she was part of the wedding experience, and I just couldn't say no to her."

"So, how was the, uh, dress shopping?" Nick asked. "Find the dress of your dreams?"

Nana launched into a full-detailed review of the experience with Sara providing some added commentary. Mid-way through Nana's speech, everyone was laughing, especially when Sara got to the part about Tiffani with an 'i.'

The conversation and laughs flowed freely.

After Greg called Sara Bay-Bay again, Catherine raised a questioning brow.

"Well, I was going for baby, but it came out Bay-Bay the first time so I'm sticking with it since I kind of like it," Greg said.

Warrick laughed. "It sounds like a kinky version of baby."

Sara groaned and was thankful that Gil was missing this part of the conversation.

Nana spoke up, "I don't know if I can take this anymore…"

Oh, no. No, Nana… please don't say anything. "Nana," Sara said as Greg asked, "What are you talking about, Nana?"

Without any further words, Nana exclaimed, "Sara's pregnant!"

Complete chaos happened next.

Unbeknownst to anyone else, Grissom was in the hallway, walking back from the restroom, when he heard Nana's announcement. He immediately fainted. Although the noise he made when he fell sounded much like a tree falling in the forest, no one heard or realized he had fainted due to Catherine's excited screams.

Meanwhile, Sara proceeded immediately to the pot in the living room that held a fake tree and threw up into it.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

"Holy freaking smokes!"

"Seriously?"

"Damn, Greg…you work fast, man!"

"Well, it must be true because Sara's currently puking her guts out…"

All of these phrases were being shouted at extremely loud noise levels.

Nick saw that Grissom was on the floor, passed out, and motioned to Warrick to help him help their boss up again and to the couch before Sara realized her husband had fainted when he heard the news.

Papa had left the pandemonium in the living room for the kitchen and returned seconds later with a couple of paper towels and some water for Sara.

"Thank you," Sara murmured and then excused herself for a few moments.

By the time she returned, everyone was sitting down again. Grissom was thinking two things: he was going to be a father and that he really wished everyone would just get out of his house.

"I am so sorry, Sara, but I was too excited," Nana said. "Are you okay?"

"Um, yeah. It's fine, Nana." Well, not really fine since her house was full of people at the moment and all she really wanted was for everyone to be gone and for it to be just her and Gil…but she couldn't say that. Instead, she said, "Just to let everyone know, I'm not positive that I'm definitely pregnant… I mean, I haven't been to the doctors or taken a test or anything yet…"

A few minutes later, Nana began again, "Now I know that the two of you have not decided a lot for your wedding. However, Greg, I really think that you need to make an honest woman out of Sara and soon… you have a little one on the way, you know."

Everyone stared at Greg, waiting to see what white lie he would come up with next, and were surprised when he chose to say, "Actually, Nana, that would make Sara a bigamist."

"Wait, what?" Papa asked while Nana asked, "What do you mean?"

Greg took a seat by his grandmother. This was so not how he planned things going but, in light of Sara's pregnancy (to him puking equaled you're pregnant), he felt he should come clean. He would never want to put any additional stress or hurt Sara in any way. He truly adored her and considered her to be like a big sister to him (of course, he first had to get over his crush on her since, after all, brothers don't crush on their sisters).

He began to explain to his grandparents how Sara was really married to Grissom and that she agreed to do him a favor because of the "lie" he started with and how that one lie just kind of snowballed into this huge fiasco. "I'm so sorry for lying to both of you, but I was so worried about your health, Nana. You two mean everything to me… and, Nana, I know how much you worry about me so I just thought that if you thought I had someone you wouldn't worry so much. Of course, I never expected for you and Papa to visit before I told you the truth…"

Needless to say, Nana and Papa were speechless at first.

Greg looked apprehensive as he asked, "Um, say something, Nana? Please?"

"Oh, Greg. Crazy, wonderfully sweet, darling grandson that you are… I love you. You should know that. I am not happy to be lied to, but I do know that you really did believe that what you were doing was for my benefit. It was misguided, yes. But you did it out of love, and I can see that you have some truly amazing friends since they went along with your scheme. You are very lucky to have them."

"I know, Nana," Greg said. "Thank you for understanding." Looking at his friends, he continued, "And thank you for, like Nana said, going along with my scheme…especially you, Sara, and Grissom."

Before anything else could be said, the doorbell rang again.

Grissom got up, motioning for Sara to stay seated. Opening the door a few seconds later, he was nearly knocked over by a whirlwind of a young woman. She was tall, lean, blonde, and blue-eyed.

He also had absolutely no idea who she was and why she was at his house.

Before he could open his mouth to ask those questions, she asked, "Where is he?"

"He?"

She moved into the living room and was enveloped in a tight hug before she knew it. "Veronika!" Nana exclaimed, jumping up and hugging her. Papa greeted her next and asked, "What are you doing here?" while everyone else looked on curiously.

"I have come here for my Greg," she declared dramatically. "I was out of town on business. When I returned, my mother told me that you two had gone to visit Greg and his fiancée, so I took the first flight available. I didn't have any phone numbers or any addresses, but I knew that Greg worked at the Las Vegas Crime Lab. I actually just came from there. Some creepy man named Ecklie finally gave me directions here after interrogating me for half an hour."

"Creepy is definitely one way to describe him," Nick murmured to Warrick, causing him to laugh.

"Anyway, I am just so happy to finally be here. Now who is Sara?" she asked, hands on her hip.

Throughout Veronika's speech, Greg stayed silent. He was quite shocked to see her. He hadn't seen her in years, not since she was a gangly teenager and he had been going through his own awkward stage (thank goodness he had found his "cool" style because after all spiked mohawks were hot). He had always liked her and had a crush on her, but he had also been too nervous to ask her out. She had such an amazing sense of humor, and looking at her now, he would concede that she definitely grew out of any awkward stage she might have had.

"Greg, do you remember Veronika? You liked to play naked in her little swimming pool when you were younger," Nana informed him, causing Greg to groan and the others to laugh hysterically. No, he didn't remember but why must Nana bring up something totally embarrassing in front of the hot babe? It was like Murphy's freaking Law or something…

Greg quickly filled Veronika in on the fact that he really wasn't engaged and retold the shortened version of how and why the lie started. Veronika was particularly thrilled to learn that her man was single and that she didn't have to fight Sara, since she looked pretty tough not to mention extremely nice.

As the two of them talked, Greg quickly became enamored by her charm and wit. "When is your flight back?"

"I bought a one-way ticket to Vegas, actually."

"Oh, cool." Yeah, that's how you impress a girl… with your amazing sense of vocabulary, Greg!

"I have some vacation time I could use," she began shyly.

"Well, what do you think about maybe spending some time in Vegas? I can show you the real behind-the-scenes Vegas and the nightlife. And we could get to know each other better?"

"Really? Wow, yes. Yes, I would love to stay…"

Nick, Warrick, and Catherine were all extremely happy that they decided to come over because they hadn't been this entertained in, well, in forever. They said their goodbyes to Nana and Papa since it was almost time for them to head to the airport and left (after Catherine told Sara that they needed to have some girl talk later).

Next, Grissom wished them goodbye and helped Greg and Veronika carry Nana and Papa's luggage to the vehicle while Sara stayed inside to say her goodbyes to Greg's grandparents.

Papa hugged her first and whispered his good luck to her and headed outside.

Nana took Sara's hand and sat down on the couch with her. "Sara, thank you for being so wonderful to my grandson. You really are such an incredible young lady. I hope you will not mind if I still consider you to be family," Nana said.

"Oh," Sara murmured softly. "Nana, you're going to make me cry."

Nana smiled. "Truth be told, if I had paid more attention this weekend then I would have noticed that you only had eyes for one man and that was not my grandson. You have a wonderful, wonderful husband. I wish you all the luck and happiness in the world. Take care of yourself and your little one. I hope you do not mind if Greg keeps Papa and I up-to-date on your pregnancy?"

"Nana, thank you, and yes I'll take care of myself… if I don't, then Gil will make sure that I do," Sara said, rising and giving Nana a hug. "I'll miss you and Papa," she whispered before following Nana outside.

xxx

As she shut the front door, Sara said, "Wow. I didn't expect all of that to happen…"

"So question," Grissom began.

Here it comes, she thought as her stomach began to knot up in tension.

"Would you have fought for Greg?"

She laughed. "Well, I do love Greg," she proclaimed and then rolled her eyes playfully when she saw Gil's raised eyebrow look. "Like a younger brother," she continued, "however, I love you more than anything else." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave him a soft kiss.

He led her to the couch and sat down, facing her. "So," he began.

"So," she repeated. She wasn't sure what to say since Nana had made her big announcement for her. With everyone in the house, it was completely chaotic so they hadn't had a moment to talk between Greg coming clean to his grandparents to the arrival of the Norwegian beauty coming to claim Greg.

Taking a breath and hoping for the best, she began, "I'm sorry for how things turned out. Nana caught me throwing up this morning, and she mentioned the "p" word. I started calculating timing and all that … and I didn't mean not to tell you… I just wanted to wait until everyone had left… and I don't even know for sure that I'm pregnant, though I am pretty sure I am… but I mean…" She was rambling, and she knew it but still couldn't stop herself.

"Sara, honey." He took her hands in his. "Honey, it's okay." Besides being shocked into fainting (hey, in his defense, it was a hell of a way to find out you were going to be a father), he was getting used to the idea. He couldn't quit picturing Sara cradling their child in her arms. He smiled just thinking about it.

"So, what do you think?" she asked, unaware of the breath she was holding while waiting for his answer. Oh, please… oh, please, be happy… be happy because I'm seriously freaking out inside right now…

"I definitely didn't expect this news," he began and Sara quickly looked down and adverted her eyes, scared of what he was going to say next. He continued, "But when I met you, I didn't expect that to happen either and now I can't imagine –and I don't want to –my life without you in it. So, what do I think? I think that I'm shocked, scared, nervous, excited… and happy. I am happy."

"You are? You really are?" she asked quietly, raising her head. When he nodded and she looked into his eyes and could see the truth in them, she began to cry.

Wiping her tears away, he whispered soothingly to her.

"I was so scared of what you would think… when I realized that 'this' probably wasn't the flu," she said. "But I'm so happy, too. And nervous…"

Later, they were lying side by side on the couch. Sara's head rested against his chest, and he had his arm loosely draped over her side and his hand resting gently on her stomach.

"I love you," he murmured, "just like I'll love our daughter."

She turned her head slightly and said, "It might be a boy, you know."

"I know," he agreed. "But I have a feeling that it's going to be a little girl."

xxx

Two Hours Later. The Las Vegas Airport.

Nana and Papa Olaf were sitting in their terminal's area. Greg and Veronika had already left them because they couldn't go any further due to the airport's tightened security.

"You know what I was just thinking?" Nana questioned, turning to look at Papa.

Papa smiled because he never knew what his wife was thinking. Even after all these years of marriage to her, she still managed to surprise him.

Nana continued with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe we should stay here in Vegas to give Greg a little push, if he needs it. He's not getting any younger, you know… and Veronika is such a lovely girl…"

FIN

A/N3: Random fact about me: All the nicknames contained within this story I've been called (yeah, scary isn't it...?). Now, I must decide what to wear tonight… strapless black/white dress or fun/flirty pink spaghetti-strap dress. By the way, question...if one goes to a super fancy restaurant for her birthday dinner, is it "tacky" to wear a tiara? :)