"Yea! And I want my mom, dad, brother and sisters over here for Thanksgiving. A big huge family gathering, including your dad, your mom, step-sister, step-dad, us! It can be the first annual Stokes-Grissom family gathering." Nick said as he shoveled his dinner down his throat. "Just think of it Jen!"

Jennifer sat there across from her more than hungry husband at the dining room table. "Nick, as much as I love that idea. Look around. We don't have the room to hold that many people! Our dining room table is in the corner of the living room, and when it's not in use for dinner time, your laptop is on it!"

"I could take the couch and chair and stuff out of here and we can have the tables in a square!" Nick exclaimed.

"Nick. We don't have the room!" Jennifer said.

"How about... We have it at your dad's! He's got the room!" Nick proposed.

Jennifer choked on her mashed potatoes. After slapping her chest a few times to loosen the food from her windpipe, she took a sip of water and stared at Nick with astonishment. "My dad's!? Are you nuts?" Jennifer and Nick exchanged glances and glares for a few minutes, then she finally sighed. "Oh alright. I'll ask. And what if he says no?"

"Then we'll have to fly to Texas. Of course Em will have her cheeks pinches a couple of thousand times, and told that she's one cute little baby and we're so luck to have her, we'll have a great time. Mom makes the best turkey and her stuffing is to DIE for! It's homemade, and not that out of the box and done in five minutes kind of crap." Nick spoke and he finished his soda. Jennifer glared at him for a second. "Okay. I'm sorry." He laughed. "The five minute stuff you make is awesome."



"Have you found anything on this guy?" Sara asked Warrick who sat across from him in the layout room. The papers spread across the luminescent table.

"He sold used cars by day and by night was an avid gambler. Has a few traffic citations for speeding, that's about it. Nothing unusual here." Warrick said.

"Maybe he's been playing these two girls." Catherine spoke. "Seeing Tina by day and on the weekends Christine was the spare part."

"Where's Nick?" Sara asked looking up from the case file.

"Grissom told him to have the night off. He looked like crap." Warrick responded. "Emily has been up almost every single night since Monday. They think she has colic. Nick and Jennifer haven't been getting any kind of sleep at all."

"I didn't know I still had this." Nick said as Jennifer flipped through the scrapbook. "Where did you find this?"

"Top closet shelf, in a box at the back." Jennifer glanced at the pictures of a young Nick. "Nicholas Timothy Stokes. Age five. He likes football, frogs, rodeos and Oreo cookies." Jennifer spoke. "Aww. So cute!" She giggled. "Such a cute kid."

"Hey! I still am cute!" Nick retorted. "Aren't I?" He raised an eyebrow and looked over at his wife.

"Yea. You still are. Do you think I would have married you if you weren't?" Jennifer laughed.

"Oh!" Nick exclaimed as he clinched his hand over his chest. "That hurt! I think I'm gonna cry." He tried to look serious, but his attempts to do so, failed. Both started to laugh.

Jennifer whistled. "Sexy man! Sexy man! Sexy man!" She repeated. "Why didn't I go to school in Dallas?"

"Because you were just a kid in junior high and I was a junior in high school. The captain of the football team. Attracting all the ladies." He smirked.

"Hah! What was your pick up line. Let me guess... 'Hey ladies. I'm Nick Stokes, captain of the football team. Can I take you out for a soda?'" Jennifer snickered.

"Close." He smiled.

"Nicholas Stokes. Officer 1340-98. I do love a man in a uniform." She grinned. "I think if I saw you in that uniform, I would have committed a crime just so you could arrest me. Would you have been aggressive?"

"Just the way you like it." Nick said with his husky Texas drawl. He leaned in and gave his kiss a wife, moving his hand up her leg all the way to her breast. He kissed her passionately and the scrapbook dropped to the floor beneath the bed. He gently gave her breast a squeeze only to find his hand wet. He removed his hand from underneath her ratty shirt and looked at the white liquid running down it. "Breast milk." He sighed. Now that just killed the mood. "I'm sorry." He said apologetically, grabbing a few Kleenexes from his bedside table.

"That's okay. It happens. Maybe for now, we should skip the foreplay." Jennifer said as she got up to change her shirt which had a dark wet spot from the leaking breast milk.

"Gotcha." Nick responded.



"You're joking right?" Sara retorted to Greg.

"No. I am not." Greg said with a sort of a grin.

"What's the smile for?" Warrick asked as he looked at the DNA results from Christine's mouth. "Oh. I see what's turning you on. Like I said before. This is Las Vegas. Anything can happen." Warrick paused. "I'm going to ask Robbins to look at Miss LaCross' breast. If there's a dental impression, I'm sure we'll know who's teeth they belong to."