Greg ran into Gil's office the next night. "I heard you have a suspect."
Gil took his glasses of, looking up at Greg. "What are you talking about?"
"The guy who tried to kill Katie."
"First of all, we know who actually made the bomb. He's under arrest and awaiting trial. Secondly, he said that Katie wasn't the target, it was actually Catherine. And thirdly…Brass is out looking for him."
"Who is he? Where is he? How did you find him?"
Gil watched the young lab tech for a moment. "Greg. Why are you so invested in this?"
"You're kidding, right?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"Whoever this bastard is, he almost killed Katie!" Greg looked accursedly at his boss. "Your daughter! He wanted to kill your wife! How can you be so calm about this?"
"I'm not calm, Greg. Inside, I want to kill this man with my bare hands. But if I did, where would we be? Catherine would be alone, the kids wouldn't have a father, and nothing would be accomplished." He leaned over the desk, watching Greg. "I know that you care about my daughter a great deal, and I'm starting to respect and understand that. But we're handling this the only way we can."
Greg sighed. "It's…"
"Frustrating, yes."
"How do you handle it?"
"I go home. I hug my wife and my kids and think how lucky I am that I still have them, and how happy I will be when this man is behind bars."
Greg nodded. "I…uh…better get back to the lab."
Gil nodded and put his glasses back on, going back to his forms. Greg paused at the doorway, and turned around.
"Grissom?"
He looked up. "Yes, Greg?"
"Thank you."
Gil smiled slightly. "You're welcome, Greg."
Warrick, Nick, Sara and Greg stood with Gil as they watched Lucas Foord being brought in by Brass and a couple of uniforms.
"You know you can't sit in on this, right Griss?" Warrick murmured.
"I know," Gil replied.
"Neither can you, Greg," Sara reminded the lab tech.
"Yeah, I know."
"You can watch though," Nick said, pointing to the room.
Gil had already entered into the small room off the interrogation one. He glanced in at the man who had tried to kill his wife, and almost killed his daughter. He may not have built the bomb…but he was still responsible.
"Mind if I stay here too?" Greg asked, lingering in the doorway.
"As long as you don't have any pressing work."
"I'm good."
The two men watched in silence as Warrick and Nick entered the room. Brass stood in the corner, his eyes hard.
"So, you and Sam Braun don't get on well," Brass said, glancing at the man.
"Mr Foord is…," the lawyer began.
"Innocent, yeah we hear that a lot in this room."
Gil watched the interview progress, until his beeper sounded. He picked it up.
"Oh god."
Greg looked at him. "What?"
"Oh my god."
"What?!"
Gil got out his cell phone. "I'm having a baby! I mean, Catherine's having a baby! I have to go." He raced to the door. "I want this man behind bars, Greg!"
Gil raced into the hospital room, finding Catherine lying on the bed, lights dimmed.
"Cath?"
She looked up at him and smiled softly. "Hey."
"Are you okay? Shouldn't there, you know, be people? And machines? And a doctor?"
"I'm fine," she murmured, patting the bed beside her.
Gil walked over and sat down. "The message said the baby was coming."
Catherine nodded. "I felt a couple of contractions earlier, and I had a backache. The doctor wanted me to call her as soon as I felt contractions, and I did."
Gil looked around. "So, I missed it?"
"What?" She smiled and took his hand. "No." She kissed his hand as he cupped her face. "No, you didn't miss it. It just might take a while, that's all."
"But you're okay? And everything's doing okay? I mean, no complications?"
Catherine shook her head, holding tight to his hand. "No. I'm doing fine. The baby's doing fine." She pointed to a machine next to her. "See?"
Gil's other hand reached out, touching the monitor. "That's the baby?"
"That's our baby."
Gil watched the continuous beep. "You're not doing a lot in there, are you?"
"I might be able to get a little sleep before junior arrives," Catherine murmured.
Gil leant over and kissed her soundly. "I'll be right here, Cath. I promise."
Katie opened the door quietly to the room an hour later. "Hey," she whispered to her father.
Gil woke up, from where he had been dozing in the chair next to Catherine's bed. "Hi."
Katie glanced at her sleeping mother. "How's everything going?"
"She's just dozing for a while," Gil said, getting up. "Is Lindsey with you?"
Katie shook her head. "I persuaded her that she needed to stay and babysit Greg for me."
"Greg…did Greg say what happened at CSI?"
Katie nodded. "Lucas Foord has been formally charged with conspiracy, attempted murder, murder and some other minor things."
Gil smiled broadly and hugged his daughter. "I love you."
"I love you too, Dad."
"This could…take a while, you know? Do you want to go home and get some sleep? I'll call you as soon as the baby starts coming."
Katie nodded. "Yeah. Greg is probably crying for mercy. Just tell mom that I love her, and that I'm thinking of her?"
Gil nodded and hugged his daughter again. "I'll see you soon."
"Gil?"
Gil jerked awake, glancing over at his wife. "Huh? What? Is it coming?"
Catherine's face was contorted in pain. "I think you need to call the doctor now."
Gil immediately pressed the button and was beside her in an instant. "I'm here, Cath." He rubbed her back as she breathed through the contraction.
"Catherine?" Dr Grad came in. "Hi, Gil."
"Hi," Gil replied, holding onto Catherine's hand.
"Let's take a look here." Diane looked at the stats.
"I forgot how much this hurts," Catherine murmured, lying back against the bed.
Gil was distressed. He didn't like seeing her in pain. "I'm sorry, Cath."
She looked up at him and smiled slightly. "Just stay with me, okay? I don't want to do this alone again."
Gil bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay, Catherine. You're almost ready for this baby. We're going to start getting everything ready now." Diane smiled at her. "Not long now."
"Gil…" Catherine grabbed his hand, as another contraction came.
"I've got you," he murmured, letting her squeeze his hand. He didn't really need it anyway…did he?
"How long does it take a baby to get here?" Lindsey asked Greg, as they sat in the waiting room.
"Five minutes less than the last time you asked me," Greg told her, with a grin.
Lindsey rolled her eyes.
"It could be a while, Linds," Katie told her. "I can get Nancy to come pick you up if you want."
"Nope. I'm staying put until this kid arrives!"
"Better?" Gil asked, after the nurse had given Cath some pain relief.
She nodded. "Mhm."
He stroked her forehead, sitting beside her. "You're doing so great, Catherine."
"Hey, Catherine," Diane said, coming back into the room. "How are you doing?"
Catherine sent her a look. Diane chuckled.
"Yeah, I figured as much. And how are you doing, Gil?"
Gil looked over. "Me? I'm fine. Catherine's the one having the baby."
Diane nodded. "I know. But you look really worried."
"I just don't like her being in so much pain," Gil murmured, holding her hand. "I wish I could make it go away for you," he whispered to Catherine.
"The drugs will do most of that," Diane promised him.
Catherine kissed Gil gently. "I love you. I'm so glad you're here."
"I wouldn't miss this for the world," Gil told her. "Our baby is coming, Catherine."
She smiled tiredly at him. "I know. It's wonderful." Her face changed and Gil helped her through another contraction.
Diane looked through the latest sheet. "100 effaced. 10 centimeters dilated." She looked over at the couple. "I think we're ready to deliver a baby."
"Does having a baby hurt?" Lindsey asked Greg.
He nodded solemnly. "A lot. That's why the women have them, and the guys hold their hands."
"Wimp," Katie whispered in his ear.
"Not true. If the woman squeezes hard enough, the guy gets broken bones in his hand."
"And the woman squeezed a watermelon out between her legs."
Lindsey went pale.
"Push, Catherine," Diane said again.
Catherine cried out in pain and Gil sat behind her, supporting her in his arms.
"You're doing great, Catherine. Really well," Diane promised her. "I can see the head now."
Gil pressed a kiss to the top of Catherine's head. She leant against him gratefully.
"Here we go again, Cath," Diane murmured, watching as her friend tensed up. "Push now."
Catherine pushed again, Gil helping her through it.
"Great! Great oh the heads out and what a beautiful baby."
"You're doing so well, Cath," Gil murmured, kissing her again. "The head's out. Not much longer now."
"Tired," Catherine murmured, collapsing again Gil.
"I know, sweetheart, I know," he whispered. "You've almost done. We've almost got our baby."
"We want to try and get the shoulders out next, Catherine," Diane told her. "Almost there."
Catherine gripped Gil's hand, squeezing tightly. He supported her as she pushed on Diane's command again.
"Good…so great…" Diane said. "One more and we'll have a beautiful little baby, guys."
"You can do this, Cath," Gil told her. "I know you can."
He supported her as she pushed again, a powerful contraction overwhelming her. She fell back into Gil's arms as a loud, indignant scream filled the air.
"It's a boy!" Diane cried out, holding up the little baby. "You have a baby boy."
Gil watched, a look of wonderment on his face as Catherine breastfed their baby. "I'm so proud of you," he murmured.
Catherine looked up at him, a tired but happy smile on her face. "You helped."
Gil sat down next to her on the bed, his hand gently stroking the little boy's head, before he leant over and kissed Catherine deeply on the lips. "We have a son."
"He's perfect," Catherine whispered. "And you were there. With me."
They kissed again, Gil's hand touching the little boy again.
"He's so tiny. Tiny and perfect."
Katie peered around the doorway. "Can we come in?"
Catherine looked up and smiled. "Hi."
Katie came in, followed by Lindsey, who was leading Greg. His hands were covering his eyes.
"Greg…what are you doing?" Gil asked him.
"I figured you'd kill me for coming in here, but Katie wanted me to come, so my eyes are closed, just in case there's anything you don't want me to see."
Catherine glared at Gil, as did Katie.
Gil sighed. "Open your eyes, Greg."
Greg did. "Thank you, sir." He looked at Catherine. "Hi, Catherine."
She smiled." Hi, Greg."
"Lindsey, Katie," Gil announced. "Meet your little brother, Nathan James."
"His head doesn't look like a butt!" Lindsey announced gleefully.
Katie rolled her eyes and turned to her mother. "He's beautiful." She sat on the side of the bed, next to her mother. "You did great, Mom."
Catherine looked up at her daughter. "I did great. Three times."
Katie grinned and kissed the top of Nathan's head. "Hi, little guy. You've come into a great family."
Gil got out of the plastic chair, glancing awkwardly at Greg. "Uh, Greg. Why don't you sit down?"
Greg's eyes widened. "Sir?"
"SIT, Greg," Katie growled.
"Yes ma'am."
Catherine, realising that this was Gil's way of grumpily accepting Greg into the family, smiled. She looked down at her son and stroked his head.
Gil walked over to Katie, hugging her tight. "Thank you."
Katie arched an eyebrow. "What for?"
"For coming back into our lives." He shrugged. "You did most of this."
"I like to think that I didn't help with making him," Katie murmured, pointing at Nathan.
Gil chuckled. "Catherine…help?"
"What your father is trying to explain in his own way, is that you coming back, helped us along a little bit," Catherine murmured.
"Glad to do my part," Katie replied. She headed over to Greg, looking down at him. "Hey."
"I think your dad just accepted me into the family," he whispered.
Katie chuckled, allowing him to sit her in his lap. "Shh. Don't tell him that, or he'll kick you right back out again."
Greg grinned. "I'll be good."
Gil sat down on the bed next to Catherine. "This is so amazing."
"The fact that we have our daughter back, that we're married and that we have a beautiful baby boy?" Catherine smiled, leaning against him. "Yeah, it's pretty amazing."
Nathan started to fuss, and Gil held out his arms, Catherine gently handing their son over.
The little boy quieted in his father's arms, a hand reaching out and bopping Gil on the nose.
"I think he likes me," Gil said, a grin on his face.
FINIS