Sara lasted about three hours into shift, and the smell of print powder of all things was what caused her to leave the crime scene long enough to throw up next to her Denali. Frustration lined her face as she tried to return to the scene, only to catch another whiff of the powder and have another wave of nausea wash over her. Catherine sent her back to the lab.

She was sitting in the break room several hours later, trying to down some saltines and ginger ale without crying when Nick walked by. He had happened to glance over as he walked down the hallway and noticed her sitting there and was immediately concerned. Walking into the break room he sat down next to her and lightly touched her arm. "Babe, are you ok?"

She snorted and the tears that she'd been able to keep at bay until that point were unleashed. "Stupid print powder. Of all the things to make me sick, print powder."

Nick wrapped his arms around her and tried to soothe her with his voice. "It's gonna be ok, hon. Shhh. It's ok."

She sniffled. "How can I work when I can't even dust for prints?"

"We'll figure something out." He assured her.

"I mean, you'd think that the blood or even the brain matter would have made me lose it, but no, it was print powder." She tried to laugh through her tears. "Maybe I should work the decomps."

Nick chuckled at her quip. "That's my girl."

Sara wiped at her eyes with her fingertips. "Have I mentioned that I hate throwing up?"

Nick leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Sara."

She smiled and leaned against him. "I love you too."

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

"I was waiting for a thud." Sara quipped as she hung up the phone.

Nick chuckled. "Well, that is the second shock you've given your parents in less than a year."

She smirked at him. "And it's all your fault too."

He raised his eyebrows and leaned his face towards hers. "Oh, I'm pretty sure you were there too."

She smiled. "And I enjoyed every minute of it too." She leaned in and kissed him. As they pulled apart, she smiled. "Your parents took the news much better than mine."

Nick grinned. "They aren't the ones becoming first time grandparents."

"Good point." She leaned in and kissed him again.

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

"What time is your appointment for the ultrasound?" Nick glanced over at Sara as he got ready for bed.

"Four." She murmured as she hugged her pillow. Sara had spent a good part of the last three days in bed. After she'd gotten sick from smelling print powder, it seemed that almost every smell in the lab made her nauseous so Grissom had told her to take the rest of the week off. She hoped that once some of the effects of the birth control pills wore off, her morning sickness would tone down a bit and she could go back to work.

Nick crawled into bed and spooned against her, wrapping his arm around her waist. "We should be able to get a little sleep before then."

"Catherine and I are going to go shopping after that. She has the night off." Sara sounded like she was half asleep.

Nick kissed her cheek. "Does this mean I can have my jeans back?"

Sara chuckled softly. "I like your jeans. I may just have to keep them."

Nick started to tickle her.

Sara squealed. "Ok, at least until I'm too big to wear them."

"Sara." Nick continued to tickle her until he had her pinned on her back and his lips were a fraction of an inch from hers.

She raised a single eyebrow and her voice had an edge of a whine in it. "Nick, you have lots of clothes that fit you."

His expression softened. "Ok, I guess I'll just have to find another favorite pair of jeans."

She smiled and leaned up and kissed him.

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

Sara lay on the exam table, prepped for her ultrasound. Nick sat next to her excited for the first view of their baby. With the latest ultrasound technology you could see the features of the baby's face.

The technician walked in and greeted them. "I'm Monica, you must be the Stokes."

Sara smiled. "I'm Sara and this is my husband Nick."

Monica smiled. "Well let's see your baby." She poured gel on Sara' abdomen and prepared to run the ultrasound over it. "How far along are you?"

"About eleven weeks." Sara glanced over at Nick and grinned nervously. He took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

As Monica ran the ultrasound over Sara's abdomen, her eyebrows shot up.

Nick and Sara exchanged a worried glance. Nick spoke for both of them. "Is everything ok?"

Monica's expression didn't reveal anything. "I just want your doctor to see something, don't worry, everything looks normal." She got up and disappeared for a few minutes.

Nick and Sara didn't say anything, their expressions said it all. They were worried. Why else would the technician leave to get the doctor in the middle of an exam?

Monica returned with Dr. Cole in tow a few minutes later and resumed the exam, pointing at the monitor and smiling at the doctor. Dr. Cole turned toward Nick and Sara and noticed the worried expressions. She tried to put them at ease. "You look worried. Don't be, everything is fine."

Sara wasn't sure she believed her. Nick wanted a little more clarity. "Uh, if everything is ok, how come you needed to see the ultrasound?"

Dr. Cole smiled. "Well, take a look at the screen and see if you can see what we see."

Nick and Sara turned their attention to the screen and watched as the ultrasound showed a clear picture of a baby's face. Tears started to run down Nick's face. "Sara, that's our baby."

She was grinning, but then froze as she saw something else. She turned to the doctor with a confused expression. "What's that?"

Nick tried to see what Sara was pointing at and his jaw just dropped.

Dr. Cole grinned. "That's your baby."

Sara tried to let what she was seeing sink in. "But what did I just see?"

Nick looked at the doctor with a shocked expression still on his face. "Is that, did I, are we?"

Monica just continued smiling as Dr. Cole chuckled softly. "Sara and Nick, you're having twins."