High Incident

Epilogue

A/N: Finally, this story is complete. Now, I'm working on Stay and My Best Enemy. Thanks for your interest in this story that started off as a one shot deal.

Two months later…

The Lab…

"You spoke to Carvello." Sara stated as a matter of factly.

"Walk with me." Grissom suggested in reply.

"So?"

"Yes, I spoke with the Director."

"And?"

"He's very upset, as you could imagine."

"Did he ask for your resignation?"

"No, but I offered it."

Sara sighed heavily as they rounded the corner towards the Break room. "I told you I would leave before you. I know you want to retire here - and you should be able to. Let me go to him - it should be me that leaves."

"He didn't accept it. Don't worry Sara. We'll be fine."

"How can you sound so confident?" Sara worried the engagement ring on her finger that Grissom presented to her two months ago.

"If it comes to it, I still know a person or two in this town. I doubt that it will." He soothed. "Carvello is a good man. Give him time to digest this and then we'll come up with a reasonable solution. We'll be fine, Sara."

"I just want this all to go away - with our jobs in tact. So that we can move on, have our baby and get married."

"It doesn't have to be in that order, Sara."

He had tried repeatedly to convince Sara to marry him before the baby arrived. But Sara did not want a shotgun marriage. She wasn't big on ceremonies but she definitely did not want to be forced into a quickie marriage, belly overflowing, because it was expected.

"Come on, no more shop talk." He sighed heavily when she did not respond. "Let's get this party started before the criminals of Vegas wake."

"I told you I didn't want a party." Sara whined as Grissom nudged her towards the break room entrance.

"It was Catherine, Honey. You know I had no choice in the matter. There was nothing I could do."

In the Break Room…

"I still can't believe you got all this together with out my knowing." Sara stood in amazement several minutes later as she took in the scene before her. The break room had been transformed into a baby depot, decorated with pale shades of blue and yellow, while the tables and counters where littered with gifts stacked a mile high.

"I am good, aren't I?" Catherine bragged. "It would have been a complete surprise if someone hadn't blabbed this morning."

"I couldn't let Sara walk into this without a heads up." Grissom motioned towards the now crowded room filled with employees from the night shift and a few from swing and days. "I have to live with her - Umph!" His playful banter was cut off by a nicely delivered elbow to the midsection from Sara.

"That's right, Sara. Show him who's really running things!" Catherine instigated. "Now, let's start with the presents." Ushering the couple towards the tables.

"Does Sara look okay to you? She looks tired." Nick observed from across the room.

"Sara looks great considering all the stress I'm sure their under. Not to mention that, at this stage, the baby is probably doing somersaults inside of her." Warrick replied thoughtfully. "They can't help but be a little worried, though, one of them is probably getting a pink slip."

"Not if I can help it." Catherine cut in from behind the guys.

"What does that mean?" Warrick questioned.

"Let's just say that I'm calling in some favors."

"I hope it works." He shrugged in response.

"Well," Nick started conspiratorially, "I put a call in myself. My Momma and Daddy are still feeling mighty grateful their boy's life was saved. I'm thinking they can fill an ear or two with kind and persuasive words."

Warrick nodded hopefully. "And, Grissom's been around a while. He knows a few people. I have a feeling everything's going to work out fine."

"Amen to that." Nick agreed. "Now, let's go torture the happy couple."

"I'm game."

"Enjoying yourself?" Grissom asked Sara an hour later as she unwrapped gift after gift.

"Yes, I am. In fact, this is the best party I've ever had."

"Really? Well, the nights still young." Grissom promised as he pulled Sara close to brush his lips against his own.

"Get a room!" Catherine hollered from across the way.

"Bite me!" Sara threw back poking out her tongue.

"I'll leave that to Grissom. And, just so you'll know, Grissom made us buy all boy gifts. He thinks it'll increase the odds."

"Snitch." Grissom yelled back.

"Nerd." Catherine returned.

"Children please!" Brass intervened. "Play nice."

"The cake is here!" Greg announced as he bounced into the room ahead of Warrick and Nick.

"Oooh yummy! What kind did you get?" Sara was definitely craving something sweet right then.

Warrick opened the box to reveal a large chocolate cake with chocolate icing.

"Are you kidding me?" Sara asked incredulously. It was identical to the one the team shared on his birthday.

"We thought we'd go back to the beginning." Warrick stated as if it was obvious.

"If you weren't all highed- up on that hemp laced cake, you and Griss wouldn't be together and about to have a baby." Nick rationalized.

"Well, there's no way in hell, Sara's eating any of that!" Grissom swore.

"It's not really laced, is it?" Brass wanted to know. "Cause I've got all kinds of legal concerns if it is."

"Don't worry, we didn't cop on the corner or break into the evidence vault. It's drug free." Warrick assured the Captain.

"Yup, just good ole' fashioned chocolate cake." Nick added.

"Then cut me a piece already!" Sara complained.

"A toast." Catherine raised her glass of milk. "To family!" She stated simply.

"To family." They all replied in unison.

The End

A/N: I do feel like there should be more follow up but it definitely won't be anytime soon. Thanks again for reading and those who took the time to review.