Title: Knowing Mr. Spencer

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not know the cast, crew, or writing staff of CSI. The main characters, except for Jennifer Grissom, belong to Anthony Zuiker, executive producer of C.S.I: Crime Scene Investigation and CBS. The character of Jennifer Grissom, belongs solely to the writer of this fan fiction.

Info: This story is a continuation from "Ties That Bind" and "Secrets", also located on this site.

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"My ankles are swollen, I'm retaining water and I'm bitchy." Jennifer complained. "Catherine, please tell me you went through the same thing."

"Of course I did. But I wasn't a big as you." She joked.

"I swear I'm carrying a horse." She pointed as she looked down at her huge stomach. "But you know, I like this desk duty. I'm not walking around as much, which is awesome."

"So, what does Nick think about this?" Catherine inquired.

"Well, it depends on what you ask about. He loves talking to him or her. He finds it hilarious that he can rest his beer can on my stomach. But he doesn't like it when I take up the bed and hog the covers and blankets."

"Men are always like that." Catherine commented.

"Yeah." Jennifer laughed. She was sitting there quietly looking at the DNA reports and the file folder of the case that she and Catherine were working on. "Cath, do you have the... Oh god." Jennifer blurted out.

"What? Jen, what's wrong." Catherine asked perched over the desk.

Jennifer looked down. "My water broke." Jennifer went to get up, but Catherine sat her back down.

"Okay, just do your breathing and I'll go get the car okay." Catherine picked her keys from her purse that was sitting under the desk.

"Don't forget to call Nick." Jennifer shouted as she ran down the hallway.

"Call Nick about what?" Warrick asked as he stopped at the door.

"Umm..." Jennifer began then let out a scream as the pain surged through her body.

"Oh god. Let me help you. Where's Catherine?" He asked as he helped her up.

"Outside..ahhh.. getting the car." She slowly walked with Warrick to the Tahoe parked outside. "There's a mess in the office."

"Don't worry about it. I'll get Greg to clean it up." Warrick joked, but was rebutted by a look from Jennifer. "Sorry. I'll get someone to clean it."



The Tahoe came to a screeching halt in front of the emergency room doors. Catherine parked the car and helped her out. She could barely walk as the pain was surging even more through her body. "We need some help here!" She called as they got to the nurse's station.