Ten minutes later, the entire team was in the break room, with the notable exceptions of Grissom and Sara. Nick and Catherine sat on the couch Sara had recently vacated, looking smug, while Warrick cast the pair dirty looks, knowing that they knew something he didn't. Brass was looking around curiously, wondering why he'd been invited to this meeting, while Greg was looking around nervously, wondering the same thing.

All at once, Nick and Catherine, who had been in a quiet conversation and were closest to the door, both sat up straight. "Here they come," Catherine hissed, causing the other three occupants of the room to assume similar positions.

"Don't bother," Warrick said after a moment, pointing into the hallway where the pair stood. "They're too caught up in signing."

"So they are," Catherine said exasperatedly. "Wish I knew what the hell they were saying."

What they were saying, in fact, was being signed for a reason; Sara and Grissom were having a mild argument about whether to tell everyone about the baby today or some other day.

"Nick and Catherine already know," Sara signed, lips pursed in annoyance. "Let's just tell the other three." She shook something unidentifiable that looked like a piece of paper at Grissom.

Grissom shook his head. "No, Sara, please. Can't we keep this private for a while longer?"

"No!" she signed back with a scowl reflecting the sentiment. "I'm telling them. They'll be happy. And face it, they need to know why I've been so weird lately."

Grissom, knowing he was beat, let out a sigh, then nodded and said out loud, "Fine."

Sara gave him a grin that nearly lit up the whole hallway and patted his cheek. "See? I'm always right, you should just give up now," she responded, also using her voice.

"Hey!" Warrick shouted from inside the room. "We're glad you're always right and stuff, but would you two just get in here and tell us what's going on?"

Grissom inclined his head at Sara and gave her a gentle push toward the doorway. When she turned back toward him and gave him The Look, he grinned and signed, "Your show, Sara. I'm just going to smile and nod."

"Hmmph." Standing in front of the room and facing five of her colleagues, Sara suddenly felt like she was back in college, giving an in-class presentation. "Mmm," she said, working on forming coherent words. "Uh, hi guys."

Brass, who was getting rather impatient, said in a schoolboy voice, "Good morning, Miss Sidle." He gave her a sardonic nod, then continued, "Can we get on with this? I do have this thing called a job . . ."

"Sure," she told him sweetly, and without saying another word, handed him the mysterious sheet of paper, which was actually photo stock and not paper. Then, hands on her hips, she waited.

Brass gave the thing a bewildered look. "X-ray?" When Sara shook her head no, he growled, "I have no idea what this thing is. Here, Greg, you take it."

Greg took the sheet from the policeman and gave it a close look. After a few seconds, he looked up at Sara, eyes wide. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Mmmmmhmm."

"What?" Warrick yelled, having run out of patience. "What is this freaking thing that's making you both so excited?"

Without a word, Greg passed him the item in question. It took only seconds for Warrick to process what he was looking at. "Sara . . ." he said slowly, looking more closely at the paper, "is this a sonogram?"

Sara nodded.

"And," he continued, still speaking slowly and deliberately, "I assume that this particular sonogram is supposed to tell us something." He glanced at Catherine and Nick, who were both grinning like idiots, then turned back toward Sara and Grissom. "Are you guys having a baby?"

Sara chose not to respond, figuring she'd done her part. She cast an expectant look at Grissom, found him staring fixedly at a spider crawling across the ceiling, and smacked him on the shoulder.

Grissom jumped. "Wha?"

Raising her voice a little, Sara said, "Warrick wants to know if we're having a baby. Why don't you answer him, dear."

Grissom groaned. "I thought I told you that this was your show."

"Suck it up, bugman. I did my part of the show, now it's your turn. Don't act like I got myself into this alone."

Catching the sympathetic looks the men in the room were giving him, Grissom shrugged. "Okay, Sara. Yes, Warrick, Sara is pregnant. We are indeed having a baby."

His pronouncement was greeted by silence as Warrick, Brass, and Greg all stared at the pair in the front of the room in disbelief. Brass recovered first, and managed a smile. He stood up and reached over to clap Grissom on the shoulder. "Congratulations, my friend." With the ice broken, Warrick and Greg both copied Brass's actions, while Nick and Catherine approached and gave their more subdued congratulations.

Sara watched this with annoyance. "Hello!" she finally spat. "He's not the one doing the hard work here! Am I invisible or something?" She crossed her arms in front of her and glared at Warrick and Greg, Brass having escaped when he saw what was coming. "Well?" she demanded.

"Hey," Greg protested, "don't freak out on us, Sara. We're not insulting you. Man," he said, elbowing Nick in the side, "I guess what they say about pregnant chicks is right. Moody, moody, moody." Nick quickly distanced himself from this blasphemy, since he apparently valued his hide more than Greg did.

Sara's face was turning red, but she didn't tear a hole in Greg as the room expected. Eyes wide and hurt, she sniffled, then rubbed at the tears that had suddenly appeared in her eyes. Unwilling to display this weakness in front of the entire room, she turned and fled without a word.

Grissom cast an alarmed look at Catherine, who nodded toward the doorway, telling him to follow Sara. Having this assurance, he then turned on Greg. "What the hell are you doing, Sanders?  Maybe in the future you could try for a little tact!" He gave the room a large a dirty look, then wheeled around and went after Sara.