Author's note: This is the end to this fic. I hope that you all enjoyed the story. A special thanks everyone for all their help and encouragement, you guys rock!

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Catherine stood in the bride room that day, examining at her profile in the full-length mirror. She was wearing a pale yellow maternity dress that she had just bought in a little vintage shop the other week. Her sister, Lila, and done her hair up in a pretty bun with a bunch of three buttercups on the side and two wispy little curls framing her face. Although she often wore make-up, today Catherine did without. She wanted to be stripped down to what she really was. Her vintage dress showed her pregnancy nicely, her belly rather big now that she was in her eighth month.

 Lindsay came up from behind her mother and gave her middle a hug. She was just able to touch her fingers together. Catherine patted her hand, and Lindsay swung around so that she could she her mother sign something to her also enjoying her first really fancy dress moving as she did.

"Mom, you're really pretty." she said, her voice still not quite her own

Catherine signed 'thank you' and gave Lindsay a hug.

Sara came into the room to complete her duties as the 'unofficial' photographer for the wedding.

"Hey, Cath. You look…. Amazing." Sara said, seeing Catherine's face as she turned from the mirror.

"You really think so? I mean feel like the Titanic or something."

"Trust me, you look every inch the bride."

"Is everything just about ready?"

"Yeah, but I was wondering if you would like a few shots of just you and Lindsay together."

"How's Gil?"

"He's been trying to get his bowtie on right for the past half hour. Finally his thirteen year old cousin got it on."

"Great, well now I know that we're both going crazy."

Sara signed, "Lindsay, come over here please." All the while she was saying the words, she wanted as much as Gil and Catherine for her to lip-read.

Lindsay walked over to Sara as she was asked to.

"Catherine, why don't you and Linds go over there, underneath the ribbon swag? Just goof around, make funny faces or whatever. The real deal will want you two all serious with poses and stuff."

Just as Catherine was going to twirl Lindsay, she bent over in pain, a loud moan escaping her lips.

"Catherine, Cath? What happened?" However when Sara looked down, she knew what had just occurred. Catherine's waters were all over the floor.

"Mom! Mom!"

Sara rushed over to the mother and daughter on the other side of the room.

"Lindsay, go get Gil, okay? Tell him that the baby is coming. You got that?" Sara signed

"Yeah, I'll be right back!"

With that, she was gone, running as fast as she could down the hall to find her soon to be stepfather. Catherine was now backed up against the wall, the fear wild in her eyes.  She knew that it was too soon, but there was no going back now. Sara ran over to the phone that was on the table in the far corner of the room and dialed 9-1-1.

"Catherine!" Grissom called as her saw her leaning up against the wall

"The baby…"

"It's okay, Cath. We're going to be fine. Sara is with 9-1-1…" he was saying, but then was cut off by yelp of pain from Catherine

"Gil…!"

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A thunderstorm was brewing as Catherine held little Cassie, now only hours old. Gil was sitting on the edge of the bed with Lindsay next to him.

"Mommy and Daddy and Lindsay love you! You're so prefect with your little toes and your little fingers. Aren't you, Miss Cassie Rose?"

"Baby Cassie let out a little cry, wanting to be fed.

"Gil, isn't she beautiful?"

"Yeah, she is. She has your eyes."

"She has your hair." Catherine said, smoothing the mop of unruly black hair

Lindsay leaned over and gave her baby sister a kiss on the head.

"Hey Cath, I'm going to go to the washroom." Gil said, moving from his post

"Go ahead, I think us girls can manage."

Gil walked out the door, and Lindsay moved closer into her mother.

Catherine shifted the baby to her other arm, and patted the empty space next to her. Lindsay took the opportunity to sit up with her mother and new sister. She then put her head on Catherine's shoulder. It was a nearly picture prefect scene except for that huge rolling wave of thunder that shook the bed….

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Catherine woke up with a start and immediately sat up. She threw the blanket that she had over herself off, and felt her stomach. It was the same as it always was. Slowing down her breathing a bit, she realized that it all was a dream. Catherine grabbed the robe that she had draped at the foot of her bed. Looking at the alarm clock it was nine thirty-eight in the morning.

She got up out of bed and made her way to Lindsay's room. Opening the door every slowly, she saw her daughter's sleeping form. Her head was down at the edge of the bed, her feet resting on her pillow. Catherine walked over the chair the Nick had built for Lindsay and pulled the afghan off of it. She then placed it over her daughter. Making her way over to the bay window, she shut the blinds to keep the lightning out. Just as Catherine was about to leave the room, she gave Lindsay a kiss on the top her head.

"I love you Linds. Remember that, I will always love you no matter what."

…A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep…

THE END