Catherine regarded Sara curiously. She had noticed a few things about Sara over the past several weeks that had raised a few flags in her mind. As they worked the crime scene, Catherine decided to just be direct. "Sara?"

"Got something, Cath?" Sara glanced up wondering if her colleague had found anything that seemed significant.

Catherine shook her head and a smile played at her lips. "Not yet."

"What do you need?" Sara wondered; she had been looking at the surface of a dresser quite intently with her flashlight looking for any trace material.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Catherine smiled pleasantly.

Sara wasn't sure what sort of personal question Catherine had in mind. "Uh, sure."

Catherine cut to the chase. "Are you pregnant?"

Sara looked shocked. "Pregnant? Why would you think that I'm pregnant?"

Catherine looked as if she didn't quite buy Sara's disbelief. "Uh, no offense, but you've been moody, I've seen you cry, and you look like you've gained a little weight."

Sara chuckled softly as she regarded her coworker. "No, Catherine, I'm not pregnant. I just think my stupid birth control pills have been wrecking havoc with my system. Trust me, if I was, you'd know about it. I don't think Nick would be able to keep something like that quiet."

Catherine looked at her and smirked. "So Nick wants kids soon then?"

Sara looked a little embarrassed to be discussing something she was still trying to figure out the timeline on herself. "Uh, we're talking about it."

Catherine smiled. "He'd be a good dad."

Sara nodded. "Yeah, I think he would too. I'm just not sure what kind of mom I'd be."

Catherine wrinkled her brow. "You know what, Sara? I used to think that I would be a horrible mom."

Sara looked surprised. "You? You're one of the best moms I know."

Catherine grinned. "Thanks. You should give yourself a little credit, you might be surprised. I bet you'd be a good mom, Sara. You've got something that I never had, a guy who loves you more than life itself."

Sara smiled. "He is pretty great, isn't he?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sara muttered a curse under her breath as she tried to button her favorite pair of jeans.

Nick glanced over at her with a raised eyebrow. "What's wrong, honey?"

Sara's had her face all screwed up in frustration. "Nothing fits."

"Uh, I didn't mean to shrink them when I did laundry last week." Nick knew he should have left Sara's clothes alone when he did laundry, but he didn't think he could go wrong with denim.

She rolled her eyes. "You didn't shrink them, I'm fat."

Both of Nick's eyebrows went up cautiously. "Uh, Sara, you and fat in same sentence just doesn't work for me."

Sara smirked. "Thanks for the backhanded compliment, baby, but I think I've gained weight."

Nick looked perplexed. "You're not eating any more than you did before we got married." He looked at her with a seductive expression. "And we certainly have been getting plenty of exercise."

She laughed in spite of herself as she looked for another pair of slacks to wear. "Well, I think I'm going to have to go shopping, these birth control pills are doing a number on my system."

Nick smiled. "Hey, we're supposed to meet the real estate agent after shift, he's got a couple of houses he wants us to look at."

Sara tossed yet another pair of pants aside. "Well, you may be going alone if I can't find any clothes that fit."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, did you like the house?" Nick looked at her expectantly. They had just finished looking at four houses and were finally headed home to get some sleep.

Sara yawned. "Yeah, it was nice. They were all nice. The last one had the best location, but it's kind of big for just the two of us."

Nick looked at her wistfully. "Well, if we have kids, we'll need the space."

Sara looked at him with an expression that told him not to press the issue too much at the moment.

He smiled. "Hey, don't worry, when you're ready and not a moment before."

She smiled and closed her eyes. "Thanks." She was quiet for a few moments as Nick drove. "Hey, can we stop by the store and pick up some ginger ale or something? I'm starting to feel a little nauseous."

"Maybe you're coming down with something. You have seemed a little more tired than normal lately." Nick looked concerned.

"I'm sure it's probably just what I had for breakfast." She smiled and glanced over at him. "I really did like that last house better than the others."

Nick grinned. "So should we put an offer on it?"

Sara considered his words for a moment. "Wouldn't we have to sell the condo first? I mean, it helps that Greg qualified to buy mine so easily, but we can't really afford two mortgages."

Nick nodded. "We could do a contingency sale. The agent said the seller might be willing to work out some sort of arrangement with us."

Sara smiled. "Well, let's make an offer then."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Can you tell Grissom that I'm sick, baby?" Sara whined with her eyes closed.

Nick was worried. Since he'd known Sara, she'd never been sick. "Yeah, but do you want me to stay home and take care of you?"

Sara chuckled softly and instantly regretted it. "Nick, if I need something I'll call you. I think I just need to sleep this bug off."

Nick leaned down and kissed Sara on the forehead. "Ok, honey, I'll call you a little later. But I'd rather stay with you."

Sara opened her eyes. "So I can make you sick too? I don't think so. Go to work, I'll see you later."

Nick kissed her forehead again. "I love you."

"Love you too." She closed her eyes again wishing for sleep to overtake her.