In the morning, Sara practically pounced on him for information.

"Well, what did he say?" She had him pinned against their front door.

"Why is this so important to you? I've never known you to be one that pays any attention to office gossip." She put more pressure on him.

"Do you like oxygen?" She threatened.

"You were right. They got together just before the attack. Now, tell me." She changed her grip and leaned on him lovingly. He automatically wrapped his arms around her.

"I care about Brass and I want him to be happy. If Sophia makes him happy, then I am happy for him. Plus, I am actually at the root of said gossip. It gives me and Catherine something to talk about since we don't get to go to scenes anymore. Oh, I have to call Catherine." Sara ran off, as fast as her belly would allow her, and before Gil could protest. He sighed and went in the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of them.

Sara was now in full bloom and had four weeks to go. Sophia and Brass surprised her with a baby shower and announced their relationship. It was hard not to because the party was at the house they shared. Sara, Catherine, Warrick, and Gil just smiled contentedly. Sara and Gil were overwhelmed by the number of people there to welcome the baby and it took three car loads for to get everything back to their houses. Gil and Warrick set up the crib and furniture in the room Gil painted two weeks prior. Sara and Catherine sat on the sofa enjoying some iced tea. Catherine was sixteen weeks along and had begun wearing maternity clothes recently. Gil came down at some point and helped both ladies off the couch. He led Sara to their son's room. The guys were waiting outside of the closed door.

"Ready?" He asked her. She nodded. Warrick opened the door and both ladies gasped. Gil had made sure that everything was set up and the new clothes were in the laundry.

"It's… it's perfect. Thank you. Thank you all so much." She didn't realize the tears until Gil wiped them away. Warrick was cuddling behind Catherine.The visitors excused themselves to go home and sleep. Sara went in the room and explored while Gil watched from the doorway. He finally got her to leave the room and get some sleep.

Four weeks later, Sara was impatiently awaiting labor. Catherine came rushing into Grissom's office where she was resting. It was quiet because Gil was out at a scene.

"It's a boy! We found out today." Sara smiled and after several attempts, managed to get off of the couch to hug her friend. Sara was officially on maternity leave, but Gil didn't want to leave her alone in the house; so she comes in every night with him and hangs out in the lab. It didn't bother her. She was busy making plans for Catherine's baby shower and confirming her wedding plans at the same time. The only thing left to do was buy dresses and that couldn't be done until Sara has the baby. The two pregnant women hugged as best they could and went for a walk in the halls. Sara was waddling to Catherine's work station in the DNA lab, where Sara used to work. Wendy appreciated the help and enjoyed the company. Nick saw them coming and chose to tease Sara.

"When's that boy coming out? When he's eighteen?" Sara glared at him in return.

"Bite me. I don't know why he's taking his sweet time. He was due three days ago."

"I know. I lost my money in the baby pool. I thought you would be early." He helped Catherine to perch on her stool and walked Sara out.

"How about some spicy food?" Sara's ears perked up with the mention of food.

"Schezuan?"

"What ever the lady wants. My treat." Greg poked his head out of one of the rooms.

"You're buying lunch?"

"I'm buying lunch for an overdue pregnant woman. I read somewhere that spicy food sometimes induces labor. That reminds me, I'll go see if Cath is hungry. Head out to the car and I will meet you there." Sara nodded and waddled away texting Gil that she was going for a ride and would be with Nick. Nick caught up to her before she even reached the front door. She insisted on her car because it was lower to the ground and easier for people to help get her in and out. The only problem was that Grissom had the keys. Nick got her into his truck because Gil was still at his scene. She was breathing hard.

"I want my body back. Get out kid. Get out." Nick laughed, but when she glared at him, he tried to suppress it and apologized. They went to the drive through so Sara only had to get out of the car once. She was happy to eat at the lab anyway. Nick also stopped to get the other pregnant woman food. Catherine must have smelled the food the moment they walked in the door because she was practically salivating upon seeing the two of them. Sara dove into her food hoping that it would work. There was enough food for six people, but no one could touch any of it until the two pregnant women were done eating. So, Nick sat on guard to get them what ever they needed while they ate. The good news was that no matter what, she was done being pregnant in one week. Dr. Mee told her and Gil that if the baby didn't arrive on his own, then she was going to induce labor. Sara only hoped that the baby would get bored soon and want to come out on his own; hence the spicy food.

Grissom came in toward the end of her meal and bent over to give her a quick kiss. His mouth felt like it was on fire.

"What are you eating?"

"Nick bought me spicy food. I'm hoping labor will start soon. I'd like to actually see my feet again." Gil was gulping down the water as fast as he could.

"That is spicy. Where did he take you?"

"Schezuan. Wasn't that nice of him? He fed Catherine too."

"That explains it. Yes, that was nice of him. I will see you later." He kissed the top of her head this time and left the room.

It was three days later that Sara felt something was different. She had been rolling around in a wheelchair when her feet got to swollen for her to walk. She felt a sensation in her abdomen followed quickly by intense pain. When it was over she picked up her feet and rolled to the morgue. Doc registered the pain on her face even though he was in the middle of an autopsy.

"Hang in there Sara. David, come finish this for me." The assistant coroner immediately did as he was told. Doc motioned for Sara to follow him and paged Gil at the same time. Sara mildly groaned and he stopped to watch her.

"Breathe deep and slow. Look in my eyes and focus." She locked eyes with him until the pain subsided. Grissom burst in a minute later, thankful that he had been hanging around the lab, waiting for this baby to be born.

"Is it time?"

"Looks like it. Push her and follow me." Doc answered the question and led the way to a back area he'd sectioned off for Sara a month ago just in case this happened.

"Gil, help her onto the table and then call her doctor. Sara, I'm going to check you out and get you hooked up to a monitor." They both nodded and Grissom had to wait for the contraction to end before he could move her. He was nervous an excited and scared all at the same time. He had to help Sara change into the gown Doc borrowed from the hospital. It would make things easier on everybody. Conveniently, there was also a plastic bag for her clothes. Doc truly had thought of everything.

"Are you decent?"

"Yes." Gil answered and Doc reappeared. Grissom left to call Dr. Mee. Doc respectfully waited next to Sara's legs for Grissom to return.

"I'm going to check you and see how dilated you are. This will tell me if you have time to get to the hospital or not. Ready?" Sara nodded and gripped Gil's hand in pain.

"Coming fast." She grunted. The area was sealed to eyes, but not to ears. The three people behind the curtain were unaware of the small gathering on the other side. They heard her groan in pain and gasp.

"Already half way there and your water has broken. I felt the head. Do you want to go or stay? Either way is fine with me."

"Dr. Mee chooses. Whatever is best for the baby. Oww! God it hurts!" Doc left to call her doctor disposing his gloves and washing his hands on the way there. He was shocked to see all of the CSI's standing there along with a few lab techs.

"You all need to wait outside. This many people in here have too many germs. We don't want the baby to get sick; or Sara." Reluctantly they all left. David was smart enough to finish the autopsy, close up and leave after putting the body away. Doc was almost finished so it was easy work. Warrick stayed to help him disinfect the table and the tools just to get the job done faster.

"Well she said that because your water broke, she wants you to get to the hospital right away. She thinks he will be too big to deliver on your own. An ambulance is on its way and should be here in a few minutes." Sara nodded breathing through another contraction. Grissom was wiping her head down with a damp cloth and whispering encouraging words to her. She told him to shut up; and that was putting it nicely.

"Sara, I didn't know you knew those words. Be nice to Gil, he's only trying to make it easier for you." Doc was trying to distract her, but it wasn't working.

"Drugs. I need drugs. Make the pain stop." Sara moaned in pain, clutching at Gil.

"I can't Sara. It won't be much longer. I promise." The EMT's arrived just then.

"Hello?" Sara recognized the voice and growled in disgust.

"Back here!" Doc shouted back. Hank and Grissom both froze upon seeing each other. Sara was in too much pain to care.

"She's progressing fast and overdue. Her water is broken. Get moving. Her doctor is waiting at Desert Palm." Doc ordered to two men. Luckily, Sara was already on a stretcher, so they took her on that one, promising to bring it back and collect theirs later. Hank pushed from behind Sara's head and Mark, his partner, pulled at the foot. Grissom walked beside her, holding her hand the entire way. The whole lab got to see what was going on because the morgue was the room furthest from the main entrance, where the ambulance was parked. They loaded her up and Hank got in the driver's seat already knowing that Sara wouldn't want him in the back with her.

A/N: I know I brought back Hank the Skank, but his appearance is only for the ride to the hospital. He wo't be staying around.