As Sara looked over the files, her brows began to knit together in
concentration. She was about a third of the way through the stack when
something occurred to her. She flipped back through the files and as she
found the files she was looking for, her eyebrows curved upward. She
reached for her cell phone and punched in Grissom's number.
He answered on the third ring. "Grissom."
"Gris, it's Sara. Look, I think we've got a situation here." Sara was staring at three files, comparing information as she talked.
"Sara, where are you?" Grissom sounded concerned.
"Don't worry, I'm at the lab. Look, I've been going over these files, and I think I found something that you should look at." She informed him.
"Really?" Grissom sounded interested.
"There seems to be a pattern with three of these files and none of them have been solved. I think we might be dealing with a serial here." Sara was still scanning the files.
"Have you gone through all the files?" Grissom asked.
"Not all of them, but I'm going to check through the rest of the files and then check the database for similar crimes and see what I come up with." Sara had a plan forming in her mind.
"I'll talk with you when I get back to the lab." Grissom sounded pleased.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When Nick arrived back from the scene he'd processed, he went to check and see how Sara was doing. He was surprised that she wasn't in the break room, but in one of the layout rooms instead. "Hey, babe. How's it going?" He looked at her with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
She grinned as she looked up at him. "I think I may have figured out how I can do something besides close case files."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling better?" He sincerely hoped that her morning sickness had suddenly disappeared for both of their sakes.
She smirked. "Don't I wish?" She gestured toward the files laid out on the table. "I was going over these and found a pattern so I called Grissom. I think maybe we've got a serial."
Nick leaned toward her and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "That's my wife, the genius CSI."
"So after I finish reviewing these, Grissom said I should take a look at the cold case files and see if I can dig anything else up." Sara looked radiant.
Nick put his hands on her shoulders and gently kneaded them. "How are you holding up?"
She closed her eyes and smiled. "Well, aside from your children dancing on my organs and kicking me in the ribs every now and then, I'm fine."
"Oh, so I see, they're my children when they misbehave." There was a teasing tone in his voice.
"You better believe it. I swear we've got a professional athlete in here the way they kick." Sara quipped.
Nick snaked his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. "So you've got another ultrasound this week. Do you want to find out what we're having?"
She thought about it for a moment and the let out a sigh. "I don't know. I mean it would be more practical if we knew what we were having, but I kind of like the idea of not knowing until they're born."
Nick kissed her cheek. "I've got an idea. Why don't we have the doctor put the sexes of the babies in a sealed envelope and we'll give it to Grissom to keep for us in case we decide we want to know."
Sara smiled. "You know, I knew there was a reason that I married you."
Nick feigned a hurt expression. "I thought it was because I had a cute ass."
Sara giggled. "There's that too. But you're smart and handsome too."
Nick lowered his voice and whispered in her ear. "Well you're sexy."
She grinned. "Ok, now that's the reason I married you right there. Anyone that can tell me that I'm sexy when I feel like I'm the size of a bus and make me believe that they mean it is pretty amazing."
"Thanks, babe." Nick kissed her cheek again. "I need to get back to work; Warrick's going to wonder where I am."
"I'm pretty sure he's figured it out by now." Sara quipped.
Nick chuckled against her cheek. "Want to mess around when we get home?"
Sara tried to restrain her smile. "Will you rub my feet?"
"Anything you want." Nick replied loosening his hold on her.
"Chunky Monkey ice cream?" She grinned hopefully.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nick's hand splayed out over Sara's abdomen as he spooned behind her. She grinned as she put her hand over his. "I don't know how you do it, but you make me feel so sexy even when I'm huge."
Nick kissed her neck. "That's because you are, and the fact that you're carrying my children turns me on."
Sara tried to restrain her smile. "You know at some point, this is going to be nearly impossible."
He chuckled. "I think it might be a bit more challenging, but I'm up for it if you are."
Sara laughed in spite of herself. "I can tell."
He kissed her neck again. "What did I tell you? I told you that you turn me on."
"Ouch!" Sara sucked her breath in.
"What did I do?" Nick sounded concerned.
"You didn't do anything." She breathed deeply. "I just got a heel in my ribs. Kind of knocked the wind out of me for a second."
Nick kissed her cheek. "You know I'd carry them for you if I could."
She smirked. "You couldn't handle it."
Nick looked at her with a slightly bewildered expression. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's a scientific fact that women have a higher pain tolerance than men, why do you think we're the ones that go through childbirth."
He chuckled. "Ok, you got me there, but I'd still try if I could."
"Well you can't so you'll just have to deal with the fact that your wife is the size of a whale." Sara quipped.
"Sara, you're not the size of a whale." Nick began kissing her neck again.
She rolled towards him and let out a sigh. "As much as I want you right now, we're going to have to exercise a little creativity on getting around this." She rested her hands on her belly.
Nick grinned. "Well, I looked at that book Chelsea sent you and I think I have a few ideas."
He answered on the third ring. "Grissom."
"Gris, it's Sara. Look, I think we've got a situation here." Sara was staring at three files, comparing information as she talked.
"Sara, where are you?" Grissom sounded concerned.
"Don't worry, I'm at the lab. Look, I've been going over these files, and I think I found something that you should look at." She informed him.
"Really?" Grissom sounded interested.
"There seems to be a pattern with three of these files and none of them have been solved. I think we might be dealing with a serial here." Sara was still scanning the files.
"Have you gone through all the files?" Grissom asked.
"Not all of them, but I'm going to check through the rest of the files and then check the database for similar crimes and see what I come up with." Sara had a plan forming in her mind.
"I'll talk with you when I get back to the lab." Grissom sounded pleased.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When Nick arrived back from the scene he'd processed, he went to check and see how Sara was doing. He was surprised that she wasn't in the break room, but in one of the layout rooms instead. "Hey, babe. How's it going?" He looked at her with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
She grinned as she looked up at him. "I think I may have figured out how I can do something besides close case files."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling better?" He sincerely hoped that her morning sickness had suddenly disappeared for both of their sakes.
She smirked. "Don't I wish?" She gestured toward the files laid out on the table. "I was going over these and found a pattern so I called Grissom. I think maybe we've got a serial."
Nick leaned toward her and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "That's my wife, the genius CSI."
"So after I finish reviewing these, Grissom said I should take a look at the cold case files and see if I can dig anything else up." Sara looked radiant.
Nick put his hands on her shoulders and gently kneaded them. "How are you holding up?"
She closed her eyes and smiled. "Well, aside from your children dancing on my organs and kicking me in the ribs every now and then, I'm fine."
"Oh, so I see, they're my children when they misbehave." There was a teasing tone in his voice.
"You better believe it. I swear we've got a professional athlete in here the way they kick." Sara quipped.
Nick snaked his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder. "So you've got another ultrasound this week. Do you want to find out what we're having?"
She thought about it for a moment and the let out a sigh. "I don't know. I mean it would be more practical if we knew what we were having, but I kind of like the idea of not knowing until they're born."
Nick kissed her cheek. "I've got an idea. Why don't we have the doctor put the sexes of the babies in a sealed envelope and we'll give it to Grissom to keep for us in case we decide we want to know."
Sara smiled. "You know, I knew there was a reason that I married you."
Nick feigned a hurt expression. "I thought it was because I had a cute ass."
Sara giggled. "There's that too. But you're smart and handsome too."
Nick lowered his voice and whispered in her ear. "Well you're sexy."
She grinned. "Ok, now that's the reason I married you right there. Anyone that can tell me that I'm sexy when I feel like I'm the size of a bus and make me believe that they mean it is pretty amazing."
"Thanks, babe." Nick kissed her cheek again. "I need to get back to work; Warrick's going to wonder where I am."
"I'm pretty sure he's figured it out by now." Sara quipped.
Nick chuckled against her cheek. "Want to mess around when we get home?"
Sara tried to restrain her smile. "Will you rub my feet?"
"Anything you want." Nick replied loosening his hold on her.
"Chunky Monkey ice cream?" She grinned hopefully.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nick's hand splayed out over Sara's abdomen as he spooned behind her. She grinned as she put her hand over his. "I don't know how you do it, but you make me feel so sexy even when I'm huge."
Nick kissed her neck. "That's because you are, and the fact that you're carrying my children turns me on."
Sara tried to restrain her smile. "You know at some point, this is going to be nearly impossible."
He chuckled. "I think it might be a bit more challenging, but I'm up for it if you are."
Sara laughed in spite of herself. "I can tell."
He kissed her neck again. "What did I tell you? I told you that you turn me on."
"Ouch!" Sara sucked her breath in.
"What did I do?" Nick sounded concerned.
"You didn't do anything." She breathed deeply. "I just got a heel in my ribs. Kind of knocked the wind out of me for a second."
Nick kissed her cheek. "You know I'd carry them for you if I could."
She smirked. "You couldn't handle it."
Nick looked at her with a slightly bewildered expression. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She rolled her eyes. "It's a scientific fact that women have a higher pain tolerance than men, why do you think we're the ones that go through childbirth."
He chuckled. "Ok, you got me there, but I'd still try if I could."
"Well you can't so you'll just have to deal with the fact that your wife is the size of a whale." Sara quipped.
"Sara, you're not the size of a whale." Nick began kissing her neck again.
She rolled towards him and let out a sigh. "As much as I want you right now, we're going to have to exercise a little creativity on getting around this." She rested her hands on her belly.
Nick grinned. "Well, I looked at that book Chelsea sent you and I think I have a few ideas."
