SARA POV

I looked at the calendar and amazed that three months have flown by. I am due any time now. I am definitely ready to have this baby out of my body. I am walking down the hallway with Warrick discussing some evidence I had processed for him. He caught me on the way to the break room for a much needed snack. He walked with me and headed for the coffee pot. I eye the pot with want. He gives me a look of sympathy.

"Hang in there girl; you're in the home stretch. Caffeine will be flowing through your veins again in no time. Tell me more about the sheets." He redirects me back to the previous topic and sits next to me. My large snack is spread out in front of me.

"Your victim was a busy girl. Between the sheets, which were very gross by the way, and the clothes she was found in, there were ten different male contributors and three different female ones. Semen, saliva and vaginal fluid were all found in her panties." Warrick made a face and I am reluctant to eat my snack now.

"Yuck, you're right; she was a busy girl. Were there any hits?" He asked. I shake my head.

"Not a single one. Sorry War…ow." I am overwhelmed with pain. Warrick was paging Grissom.

"What is it?" He asked, but I can't answer him. I've never before felt pain like this.

GRISSOM POV

What the hell is this? I look at my pager and it's a 911 from Warrick. I pull out my cell phone and call to find out what is so important.

"Brown."

"What's with the 911?" I ask impatiently.

"Sara." Sara? What's wrong with her? I just saw her two hours ago. My thoughts start to race.

"Is she ok?"

"I don't think so. We're in the break room." I hear nothing but concern in his voice.

"I'm in the field. Take her to Doc Robbins; I'm on my way." I hang up and immediately begin to pack my things. I stopped taking solo cases lately for this very reason. I yell at Nick that I'm leaving and see him nod before I take off.

WARRICK POV

Stay calm, just stay calm. Grissom already told me what to do. "Ok, girl, I'm taking you to Doc Robbins. Feel free to squeeze my hand if you need to." I tell her and she nods. As soon as we stand up, she doubles over in pain. One hand braces most of her weight on the table and the rest of it is depending on me to keep her upright. She must have a high tolerance for pain if she's staying silent. I don't think I could. She lets me know when we can start walking and the journey is very slow. I'm also pretty sure that my hand is going to hurt for the next few days because she has a very strong grip. Shit, this hurts. Lighten up woman! I think it but I know better than to say a single word.

SARA POV

It hurts! It really hurts! Never doing this again! I am yelling at the baby in my mind as a way to distract myself from the pain. I know this is it because I felt my water break. Catherine and Greg seem to appear out of nowhere.

"You go log the evidence and I will call an ambulance. I'll meet you at the morgue." She immediately takes over upon assessing the situation. In the blink of an eye, it's just me and Warrick. Where the hell is Gil?! I want him here so I can kill him! I have to stop as a particularly strong contraction rips through me. Catherine reappears and this time she has a wheelchair.

"No. I'm walking to the morgue." I tell her with as much determination in my voice as I can muster. Warrick offers only the support of his body to help me get there. I realize he is bracing a lot of my weight, but it hurts!

"I sure hope that kid of yours hasn't inherited the stubborn gene you both have. What's his name going to be anyway?" She talks to me like she always and completely ignores the fact that IT HURTS! She keeps the snail pace with us and pushes the still empty wheelchair.

"Secret. We're …not telling…until… he's born." I grunt out through my contraction.

"Is that code for you don't have one picked out yet?" Catherine asks and I know she's smiling, but I don't have the energy to glare at her.

"We do, Catherine, but we aren't telling until he's born." Gil! You made it. I look to make sure my ears aren't deceiving me.

"Sara, sit in the chair."

"No." I reach for him instead. He trades places with Warrick and out of the corner of my eye, I see him shake his hand out. Gil's hand I'm much more liberal with when the next contraction hits.

"Ouch." He said and it only makes me squeeze harder.

"Shut up." I tell him. He is squeezing my hand in return. I start walking again and my stubbornness paid off because I walk into the morgue on my own two feet. I don't care that the paramedics are already in there waiting for me. Doc takes charge.

"I'm going to check your progress before I let you leave. Get on the stretcher and don't argue with me." I'm too tired to care anymore and do what he says because he beat me to my own argument. Fine, just somebody get the baby out and make the pain stop.

"Gil, help her with her clothes and everyone else leave the room." Doc Robbins ordered. Gil undresses my lower half and then covers me with a blanket. He puts my clothes in a plastic bag to take with us. Doc Robbins comes back in and checks my progress. It's so weird to have Doc do this because he's not my doctor and he's certainly not Gil. Doc comes in and put one hand on my knee while the other reaches under the blanket. Good, less embarrassment if he doesn't look.

"Feels like five centimeters. I feel the baby's head, you need to get going." Doc tells us and pulls his hand out from under the blanket. Just then, another contraction rips through me.

"Let's go." I stammer out between breaths. Gil covers me and calls the paramedics back in the room. They strap me down and we're off. Gil never let's go of my hand. Partially because he wants to let me know he's still by my side and partially because I won't let go of him.

GRISSOM POV

Ouch, she's breaking my hand! Relax your grip just a little, please Honey? I mentally beg her. I take the time to watch and admire her. I can't even begin to imagine how much it hurts for her and here I am bitching about my hand. I was close to not even being a part of this. Way to go, dumb ass. With my thoughts figured out, I am able to breathe with Sara through her contractions and help relieve the pressure as best I can. Why aren't we at the hospital yet? The ride seems to be taking forever and my wife is in pain. Finally, we get there and are stopped by the receptionist. We are pre-registered and once she finds Sara's paperwork, we are allowed to go to the maternity floor. The nurse immediately checks on Sara's progress and confirms Doc's evaluation of five centimeters. Sara was hooked up to monitors and an IV.

"You're doing great Honey." I am doing my best to be encouraging and lean forward to kiss her sweaty temple. We've been here for an hour and a half now and as far as I can tell, nothing's changed.

"Shut up. You have no idea how much this hurts." She snaps at me. I am shocked that it's now twice in the same day that she has told me to shut up. I take a cool cloth and wipe her head. I look at the monitor and notice another one is starting.

"Honey, another one is coming; look at my eyes." She turns her head and I hold eye contact with her and we breathe very slowly. If this is helping her, I can't tell. She closes her eyes when it's over and that's when Dr. Cats enters the room.

"I was beginning to wonder when you were going to go into labor." She says cheerfully and Sara smiles. Sure, she's nice to the doctor.

"How are you doing Sara?"

"It hurts and I'm tired."

"Do you want anything for the pain or are you still determined to have a natural childbirth?"

"I'm still determined. Another one is starting." Sara braces herself for the pain.

"Breathe slowly and focus the pain. That's it; nice and slow." The doctor sat on the bed with her hand on Sara's knees, coaching her through the pain. Sara sits back when the pain subsides.

"I'm going to check your progress." Sara nodded and squeezed my hand a little at the pressure. This has to be nothing compared to the contraction.

"You're doing well; you're almost to eight centimeters. If he is in such a rush to get out, it won't be much longer. Your contractions are going to start picking up in frequency and intensity. Just remember to find your focus point." Sara nodded and by the way she tensed up, she was already starting another one. I do my best to coach her through it and keep her relaxed.

"If you want to go for a walk around the hallway, you can. It might help speed things up." Dr. Cats tells us and Sara nods again. I pick up Sara's robe and help her dress and then a nurse comes in to disconnect the baby monitors so we can walk. It's after shift now and I am expecting the team to be here very soon.

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A/N: I promise the baby will be born in the next chapter. Let me know what you think. I love reviews. Have a great day everyone! Kelly