This is a short chapter, but I really like where I ended with it. Sorry for the late posting. School is out for the summer and for the time being I have nothing better to do (I do not count cleaning the house as something to do). Leave a review and let me know what you think.

Grissom knew that Sara couldn't help it, but he was steadily losing sleep. More than once the guys had caught him on the couch in his office taking a nap, it was embarrassing, but necessary. Between mid-day runs to the store and crying fits in the early morning, not to mention the once or twice he'd pissed her off and didn't realize it, he was losing more sleep than ever before.

At this point he was slightly missing the double and triple shifts that used to overwhelm his life. He still had them, but kept them to a minimum. He entered the house with a trepidation he learned to expect. What he didn't expect was to be assaulted with the smell of…were those cookies?

He followed the alluring smell to the kitchen and found Sara standing at the stove while Amanda stood nearby, sipping on a cup of tea. Sara was transporting fresh cookies from a sheet and placing them on a cooling rack, a grin lighting her face.

Her grin turned into a full blown smile when she noticed him, "hey hon, want a cookie?" The word trap was screaming it's way through his mind and he didn't know what to do.

"Have a seat and I'll get you a glass of milk to go with them." Where was his wife? He questioned himself as he watcher her take a glass from the cupboard and pour him a glass of milk, setting it on the island while he took a seat.

Angela just smirked at the look on his face while Sara seemed to be oblivious to his mannerisms. "I thought we could do some shopping this afternoon" she commented as she began to place fresh dough on the sheet before checking the batch she had in the oven.

Numbly he pulled a cookie to his face and took a bite. He peeled his eyes away from the alien that had obviously taken his wife and replaced her long enough to look down at the cookie in his hand. It was fantastic.

A look of enjoyment along with surprise crossed his face before he replaced it quickly with satisfaction. He caught Amanda from the corner of his eye just in time to catch her cover a snort with a cough. Sara turned from her inspection to see him shoving the rest of the cookie in his mouth and grabbing another.

She came up to him, looking at him quizzically. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her, waiting for the eruption he was sure was coming. But to his surprise, it didn't.

"Hon, you look really tired. Are you feeling alright?" He couldn't help it, his mouth dropped open in surprise. For the past eight weeks he had been living with a nightmare woman that had taken over the body of his beloved Sara, and suddenly here she was.

"Gil?" she questioned, waving her hand in front of his face and bringing him back to the land of the living.

"I'm fine" he said, trying to recover, "just a little tired I suppose." He inwardly cringed, the last time he said that to her she had pointed to her constantly increasing midline and yelled at him about his understanding of tired.

"Oh, why don't you go take a shower and get some sleep. We can go shopping later, after you've had some rest." She said cheerily before heading back to her cookies. Yep, his wife had been taken over by aliens.

"Alright…" he said, slowly sliding himself off the chair and backing his way out of the kitchen. He cringed when Sara turned around and looked at him, "take a couple of cookies with you."

That sealed it, this was not his wife. He looked over at Amanda, who was biting her lip trying not to laugh before grabbing a couple more cookies and practically running out the door and to the bedroom.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and called the only person he could think of…Catherine.

"Willows."

"Cath, something weird is happening" he quickly said into the phone.

"What? Is Sara alright…the babies?" she said quickly. Grissom waved his hand with the cookies in them, dismissing her worry, like she could see him.

"Sara's fine, that's the weird part…she's all…nice" he said, still surprised. All he got in return from the other end was silence, followed quickly by Catherine's laughter.

"Oh Gil, you poor man!" she managed to gasp out between her laughter. He didn't see what was so funny. "How far along is she now…sixteen weeks?" He nodded his head, rolled his eyes at himself and then said yes.

"She's just feeling better is all, first trimester is a bitch. Granted hers lasted a bit longer than usual, but from here on it should be a little easier. Don't worry, she hasn't turned into an alien or anything" Cath said and he blushed a little to the reference.

"Enjoy it while it lasts" she said and hung up. He pulled the phone from his ear and tossed it on the bed before shoving a cookie in his mouth with a smile and heading to the bathroom, shedding his clothes on the way.