Part 2

Sara walked into the breakroom, stared at the coffeepot, groaned and flopped on a chair opposite Catherine.

"I feel your pain," Catherine replied. "Gil won't let me have coffee either. He says the baby will have two heads."

"Great. Now he and Nick are conspiring against us to keep us out of the field."

Catherine shrugged. "Gil says it's because I constantly need to pee and you constantly need to throw up. Either way, we have to be near a bathroom."

Sara folded her arms and glanced over at Catherine's book. "Any other things to read around here?"

Catherine smiled and handed her a magazine.
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"She's just gone completely haywire," Nick said, dusting for prints. "Take this morning for example. I was going to cook her breakfast in bed. I'm not a bad cook, okay? I make her some French Toast. So I take it into her and eat with her. Then she gets up and goes into the kitchen and goes nuts because I haven't cleaned up yet! Then I tell her that I was going to do it after I made her breakfast in bed, because I wanted to eat with her. So she bursts into tears! She says she's a terrible person, she doesn't deserve me. I tell her that it's nothing like that at all, it's just pregnancy hormones. Then she pitches a saucepan at me! I go down, she comes over and starts crying and kissing me and then…well…yeah."

Warrick looked up. "Man, you married a psycho. I never knew Sara was like that."

"No, she's just pregnant," Gil replied. "Take Catherine for example. When she was going through the morning sickness with Mattie and now with this baby, every time she came out of the bathroom she told me how much she hated me and it was all my fault. Then she'd constantly want…well, you know…it. And I was the most wonderful guy in the world then. Then around eight, nine months, it was all my fault again, but she still loved me. And during the birth, I broke a bone in my hand."

"Great," Nick said, "just great. She's only three and a half months!"

Gil sighed. "Catherine's five."

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"How was I supposed to know that he was going to be all sweet and nice? I thought he was just being a typical guy, you know?" Sara sniffed.

Catherine handed her a tissue. "Yep. I know that feeling. For some reason, when I was pregnant with Mattie, steak made me nauseous. So Gil, being the guy he is, takes me out for a steak dinner. I went nuts on him, the poor guy."

"What about now? You're pregnant again, do you still go nuts on him?"

Catherine smiled. "No, not as much. He was amazing when I was pregnant, and he's being amazing again. For some reason, he knows just what to say."

"We're back," Gil said, walking into the room with a cardboard box.

Catherine narrowed her eyes. "What's in that box?"

Gil looked at her. "What do you mean, honey?"

"Don't honey me. Tell me what is in that box before I smash it with one of your crossword puzzle books and put it in the blender!"

Gil gingerly opened the box. Catherine peered inside.

"Don't even think about it."

"Cath, he's all alone. Archie needs a friend and so does Billy."

"You named him already?"

"How are you feeling?" Nick asked his wife, kissing her gently.

"I think I'm going to throw up," Sara replied, disappearing.

Nick sighed and settled in to watch the Catherine and Grissom argument of the year.

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Sara started running some prints through AFIS that Nick had found at the crime scene. Greg wandered in and grinned. "Good morning. Another pregnant CSI. There must be something in the water around this place."

Sara narrowed her eyes, but determined to ignore him, continued clicking away.

"So, I saw Nick. Poor guy."

Still Sara kept clicking.

Greg sat down at his microscope and peered through it. "Oh, yeah. These next few months are going to be hell for all concerned males in this area what with pregnant hormones flying around like planes."

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At the cry of pain, Nick and Warrick ran into the lab, where Greg was rubbing his forehead.

"Your wife is a maniac, man! She threw a book at me. A REALLY HEAVY book!!" Greg moaned.

"Sara, honey, are you okay?" Nick asked, kneeling in front of her.

"He was pissing me off," she replied, folding her arms. "Besides, he deserved it."

"Maniac," Greg hissed, as Warrick led him away.

"Weasel," Sara hissed back.

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"You won't get any sympathy from me," Catherine said, as Greg walked into the break room to get a cup of coffee. "You should know by now not to mess with a pregnant woman."

"All you ever threw at me when you were pregnant with Mattie was a coffee cup that I managed to catch before it shattered all over me."

"You deserved it," Catherine replied.

"Cath, honey?" Gil said, peeking his head around the corner, still a little nervous after the earlier confrontation. "There's a nice blood splatter for you to play with."

Catherine smiled. "I'll be right there."

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Part 3