Sara woke to the sensation of Nick's fingers splayed out protectively across her abdomen and his lips against her neck. The corners of her mouth tugged upward as she felt him pull her back firmly against his chest. "I'm still pregnant, in case you were checking."

Nick's chest reverberated against her back as he laughed. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

Sara smiled as she heard him let out a sigh against her cheek. "Did you get any sleep?" She placed her hand over his and caressed it with her fingers.

"Enough." Nick replied beginning to kiss her cheek.

"What time is it?" Sara still hadn't opened her eyes.

He chuckled softly. "I don't know."

She smirked and opened her eyes, glancing over her shoulder at him. "Shouldn't we be getting up and getting ready for work?"

He smirked back. "Depends."

She raised an eyebrow. "Depends on what?"

Rather than answer her right away, he leaned down and kissed her long and deep. Smiling as he pulled away. "Depends on how you're feeling."

She chuckled softly.

"How are you feeling?" Concern knit his brows together.

She leaned up and kissed him softly. "I think I need to go to work."

"Are you feeling nauseous?" Nick looked at her with a paternal expression.

Sara giggled. "Not this second."

A sheepish grin spread across his face. "Sorry, this is new to me. I just don't want you to feel sick."

She smirked. "It's new to me too, but from what the doctor said yesterday, I think it goes with the territory."

He leaned down and kissed her again, finally pulling away reluctantly. "I guess we should get ready for work."

She kissed him once more, and let out a deep sigh. "Yeah, we need to tell Grissom."

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

A good hour before the beginning of shift, Nick and Sara walked into the lab hand in hand and neither one of them could erase the smiles from their faces. Despite the initial shock that Sara was pregnant, they were both excited at the prospect of becoming parents. Neither of them, however, was sure how Sara's pregnancy would affect her work status.

In typical Grissom like fashion, the nightshift supervisor was already in his office seated at his desk reviewing case files. He glanced up as he heard a tap at the door and as he noticed Nick and Sara standing there he smiled. "Sara, how are you feeling?"

She smiled a bit nervously as she took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Grissom regarded her comment curiously and raised an eyebrow as Nick closed the door and then took a seat next to Sara. The pieces slid together quickly for Grissom and he tried to restrain the smile that threatened to tug the corners of his mouth upward. "How far along are you?"

Both Nick and Sara looked at him a bit incredulously. Finally, Sara stammered. "About ten or eleven weeks. How did you know?"

Grissom chuckled softly. "Sara, in all the time I've known you, I've never known you to be ill. Yesterday you called in sick for the first time ever, and then today you come into my office with Nick and close the door to talk to me about why you're not feeling well. Not to mention that you appear to be wearing a pair of Nick's jeans." Grissom gestured toward her with his hand.

Sara laughed nervously. "Uh, Gris, how is this going to affect my job?" Nick took her hand and squeezed it in encouragement.

Grissom pursed his lips together for a moment and let out a deep breath. "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure that it will, at least for the time being." He glanced over at Nick who had a somewhat concerned expression on his face. "I think it would be best to make sure you don't work solo though." Relief seemed to wash over Nick's face.

"So, I can still do field work then?" Sara looked relieved.

Grissom took his glasses off and rubbed his temple for a moment. "For the time being, but if you feel sick, you might prefer to stay in the lab and do follow up."

Sara let his words sink in and she bit her lip nervously. "You're just being nice. You just don't want me to contaminate a crime scene."

Grissom tried to restrain a chuckle. "Sara, you are one of the best CSIs we have, and while I don't want the crime scenes contaminated, I also don't think you'd want to process one if you felt like you were going to throw up."

"He's right, babe." Nick smiled gently at her, both of his eyebrows arching upward.

Sara's brows knitted together in frustration. "I know, but I don't really want to get stuck in the lab all the time either."

Nick tried not to laugh. "Hey, look at it this way, honey, at least you have a good reason not to work the decomps."

She smirked at him and then started to laugh. "Ok, you're right." She glanced at Grissom and smiled. "You're both right." She glanced down at the slight bulge in her abdomen wondering to herself about what other things in her life would be altered by the new life growing inside of her.

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

Sara leaned against the counter in the break room sipping a cup of herbal tea with a grimace on her face. Giving up coffee cold turkey was not fun. Nick chuckled softly as he noticed the expression on her face. "Hey, honey, if it will make you feel better, I'll give up coffee too."

She feigned a glare at him. "At least one of us should be allowed to stay awake."

He leaned over and kissed her softly, somewhat surprised that she deepened the kiss right there in the break room. He raised a curious eyebrow at her as they pulled apart.

She grinned. "You tasted like coffee."

He chuckled. "Oh, so now you only want me for my coffee?"

She smirked. "No, I really like your ass too."

Nick grinned at her and took another sip from his coffee.

Warrick sauntered in with Greg right behind him, and noticed Sara standing by the counter. "Hey, girl, how are you feeling?"

She glanced at Nick and smiled before turning toward Warrick and Greg. "Pregnant."

Both Warrick and Greg stopped in their tracks. Greg's jaw dropped and he stood there speechless. Warrick looked at her for a moment and then glanced at Nick who had a wide grin on his face. "You're serious."

Sara nodded. "I'm serious."

Nick slid his arm around her waist. "We're having a baby, man."

"Wow." Warrick was dumbfounded and Greg just continued to stand there speechless.

Catherine walked in and noticed the variety of facial expressions on everyone. She locked eyes with Nick for a moment and a smile spread across her face. She turned to Sara and grinned. "So, when are you due, Sara?"

Sara couldn't restrain her smile as she remembered the conversation she and Catherine had had before. "In about six months."

The guys all looked at Catherine with surprise. Nick chuckled. "How did you know?"

Catherine grinned. "She's wearing your pants, Nick."