A/N - The baby shower chapter ) Hope you guys like!!

Sara watched as Catherine struggled with a roll of crepe paper.

"Warrick, help me!" Catherine moaned as she struggled to hang the streamers from the chandelier. Warrick reached up and finished the roll off for her.

"Can I help with something?" Sara felt useless watching her friends decorate and stir food.

"It's your day Sara; we have it taken care of." Catherine smiled.

Sara wandered outside where Jim and Grissom stood fussing over the grill.

"Do you guys need any help?" Sara smiled.

"We're good." Brass smiled back.

"I need something to do!" Sara sat on a lawn chair and rubbed her stomach.

"You look like you doing well." Jim told her.

"I feel pretty good, the swollen ankles and fingers suck, but that's partially my fault, I've been craving salt for the past week. I can't get enough."

"I saw some potato chips in the house." Grissom smiled.

"Oooh, chips." Sara smiled and got up and went into the house.

Sara munched on potato chips, tossing one every now and then down to the dog.

"How do you think Bruno will do with a new baby?" Nick asked as he shook salad dressing for the salad.

"I don't know...I hadn't thought about it I guess." Sara looked down at her dog, slobber in the corner of his lips.

"I was watching a baby show the other day." Catherine chimed in. "The couple bought a doll, and treated it like a baby, it even cried. They thought it would help the dog get used to the activities you do with a new baby."

"Yeah, I am not doing that." Sara laughed.

"When my sister had a baby, her husband brought home the blanket the baby had been wrapped in, gave it to the dog with a treat inside, so the dog associated the baby smell with a good thing." Nick told her.

"That I might consider doing." Sara nodded.

"Well, Bruno is pretty laid back. I think if you just make sure he gets enough attention too, he'll be cool with the baby." Warrick said as he walked by, patting the dog's head.

"Yeah, he's a good dog." Sara smiled and tossed him another chip.

"Ugh." Sara's hand shot up to her stomach.

Nick rushed over. "You ok?"

"Yeah, just a little cramp." She told him.

"Braxton Hicks contractions?" Catherine asked over her shoulder and she struggled with more crepe paper.

"I think so; I was reading about them last night, I think that's what they are."

"Contractions?" Nick asked, worried.

"Braxton Hicks are harmless." Catherine told him, lots of women get them.

There was a knock at the door and went to open the door, she was greeted by Greg and Doc Robbins.

"Doc!!" Sara smiled. "So glad you could come!"

"I miss seeing you around the lab, I wouldn't miss this." He smiled.

"What am I, chopped liver?" Greg pouted.

"It's good to see you too Sanders." Sara elbowed him and moved aside so her guests could enter.

"Well, I think we're ready to eat, if everyone wants to grab a plate!" Catherine smiled. She called out to Grissom and Jim and everyone gathered in the kitchen, scooping up food.

As they were finishing their food, Catherine stood up and asked for everyone's attention.

"We weren't going to do any games, but we decided to do just one."

Sara looked around confused as Warrick stood up.

"Since this is Vegas, we decided we'd have a friendly wager." He produced a piece of poster board with everyone's names on it. "Next to your name, you will guess the day Sara will deliver, the time, and how much you think Violet will weigh." We will have bets for each category, person with the closet date or weight, wins."

Sara laughed. "Oh that's such a fun idea!" She had missed the bets they always seemed to have going in the lab.

Everyone came up and placed their guesses, including Sara.

"Ok, time for gifts!!" Catherine gushed as she started passing bags to Sara.

Sara plucked the card from the first gift. "This is from Warrick." She smiled as she opened the bag, producing bottles, pacifiers, bottle brushes, and bibs.

"The matching bag is mine too." Warrick smiled.

"Diapers and wipes!" Sara laughed as she pulled them out to show everyone.

Soon the room was filled with baby items and tissue paper everywhere. Catherine had bought a swing, a few outfits, and bottles. Nick had bought a diaper bag, receiving blankets, and lots of onesies. Greg had given her a high chair, and a onesie that read "My dad is a geek, but I still love him". Doc Robbins had given her diapers, bottles, and a savings bond for Violets college fund. Grissom had given Sara a certificate for a maternity massage.

"Thanks so much you guys!" Sara gushed.

"Wait!" Brass stood up." My gift is in the garage."

They watched as he went through the house and came back pushing a stroller.

"Oh Jim!" Sara gushed as she stood up to inspect the stroller.

"I know it isn't what you registered for, but all the celebrities have these, and I have heard really good things." He smiled.

"Oh my god...Jim. This is a bugaboo!! It's too much; you have to take it back." Sara backed away from the stroller.

"I'm not taking it back." Jim smiled. "This will be the closest I will probably ever come to being a grandfather... I want Violet to have the best stroller money can buy."

Sara wiped away her tears, Brass wiped away his.

"Oh Jim..." Sara whispered as she hugged him. "You're wonderful. I still think it's too much."

"Too bad, you're keeping it." He laughed.

The group sat out on the patio, enjoying cheesecake.

"I have to admit, this was a great." Sara smiled. "I like having you guys here together, I've missed you."

"We've missed you too Sara." Nick smiled. "We should do this more often, especially after Violet comes."

"Definitely." Sara grinned.

They talked and swapped stories until it was time for most of them to leave for work. Catherine and Grissom cleaned up the streamers and did the dishes. They hauled all the baby things upstairs and soon Catherine was leaving for home.

"Hey Sara, what do you want me to do with this high chair?" Grissom called up the stairs.

"Put it next to the counter for now, put that stool in the garage!"

Grissom did as Sara requested, moving the stool into the garage. He came back in and was bagging up the trash when he heard a slight thud upstairs.

"Sara?" He called out. "What is Bruno doing?"

When no answer came, Grissom called out for Bruno who came thundering down the stairs.

"Sara?" He went to the bottom of the stairs, in case she was in the bathroom and couldn't hear him calling.

"SARA!!"

When no answer came, Grissom pounded up the stairs. He saw Sara on the floor in the hallway, and he dropped to his knees.

"Sara!" He lifted her head. "SARA HONEY, WAKE UP!!" He shouted.

Sara muttered something about rabbits and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Gilbert." She smiled.

"Sara, what happened?"

"I was so dizzy." She whispered.

"I am calling for an ambulance." Grissom told her and left her for just a moment to grab the telephone from their bedroom.

Sara lay there, still feeling dizzy, as Grissom told the dispatcher what had happened.

Within a few minutes Grissom was running down the stairs to let the paramedics in. He pointed up the stairs and followed them up. He watched helplessly as the medics put in an IV, asked Sara endless questions, and took her vitals. They loaded her on a stretcher and navigated down the stairs.

"When we arrive at the hospital, she will be brought to labor and delivery, ER doesn't see pregnant women this far into a pregnancy." One of the medics told Grissom as he grabbed his car keys.

Grissom nodded and locked the door behind them, and took off after the ambulance.

"Hypertension." The doctor announced as he came into Sara's room. "Your blood pressure was sky high when they brought you in, it seems to have gone a little bit now, but you need to really watch your salt intake." The doctor told her.

"What else do we do?" Grissom asked. "Is she in danger? Is the baby in danger?"

"No one is in danger; it's just something your physician will have to monitor. You can limit salt intake, and get some exercise, but don't over do it. We will want you to follow up with your doctor this week, and they can help you make some changes in diet and exercise. Many women who have this problem go on to have a completely normal delivery. I think you should be alright." The doctor smiled. "You can start getting dressed, and I will go ahead and get your discharge papers."

Sara swung her legs from under the cover and reached for her pants. She glanced over and saw Grissom, white as a ghost.

"You ok?"

"No. That scared me to death."

Sara reached over and took his hand.

"Seeing the medics over you, giving you oxygen..."

Sara nodded and laid her head on his chest. "I understand." She whispered.

"I never wanted to feel that again, I was scared for you."

"I'll be ok, Gil. We'll make an appointment and talk this over with the doctors. I'm sure my pressure spiked because I have been eating salt like there is no tomorrow. It'll be ok."

"No more salt." Grissom whispered, kissing Sara on the forehead.

"No more salt." She sighed.