I made the bug stuff up so don't write me.

Chapter 19

A small break came in the case. The prints from the Louvre case were re-examined and Jiles had been able to find a print that displayed what, seemed to be two different prints on one finger.

"Why didn't he see it before?" Sara was rubbing Gil's back late one evening after a particularly strenuous round of lovemaking.

"It's so small that only the latest software could pick it up."

"Are they going to be able to tell whose print it is if it's so minute?"

"Only if they have a suspect to compare it to."

Something popped under Sara's hand. "What was that?"

"O L D, don't stop."

"You need a real masseuse."

"This is the only masseuse I want thank you very much."

He rolled over and pulled her onto him.

Sara woke to the smell of strong coffee and sounds from the TV, Gil and that damn Discovery Channel. She called his name as she stepped into the hall and was surprised to see a dressed Grissom moving down the hall towards. Her call of "baby" died as he kissed her.

With the agility of a cat he pushed her through the door of the bedroom they now shared. Breathless she pressed herself against his strong frame. "Good morning to you too."

A strong hand caressed her buttocks and traveled under the t-shirt she wore. "We have company."

Sara broke off the kiss with a smack. "We do?"

"Miami's CSI Horatio Cain and Calleigh Duquesne"

"What are they doing here?"

"Two things. They need an entomologist for a case. Horatio brought me some specimens and they want to make sure they can ID us at sight. We may be here longer than we expected. You think we have time for a quickie?"

Her loud laugh traveled through the hall.

Horatio Cane stood as Sara and Grissom joined him and Calleigh. Sara's CSI eyes gazed at the pale redhead. "What kind of sunscreen do you use?"

Cain stifled a short laugh. "You and Ms. Willows work in the same office. No wonder you guys are the number two crime lab in the country."

Sara sputtered an apology. "I am so sorry. Sometimes I just start talking. I am always thinking like a CSI. I don't know when to turn it off."

"No it's a valid question. My niece and I have to use one prescribed by our dermatologist."

Grissom pulled a chair out for Sara and she sat as close to him as possible without arousing suspicions. At least that's what he told himself.

They exchanged pleasantries before Cain came to the point.

"Dr. Grissom, here are the insects I told you about. We found them on a corpse in the Everglades and we have no idea what they are and no idea where they came from."

Grissom held the evidence container up to the light. "That's because they can only be found in Cuba. On occasion a few have been found in Miami and Haiti but if you found them on the body then they are part of a parasitic cycle. Your vic was fresh from Cuba when she died. It was covered by a thin layer off skin right?"

"How'd you know it was a she?"

"They only infest women of child bearing age."

Grissom produced a magnifying class from somewhere. The others watched as he moved the glass around. "If you give me a few days I can probably tell you al lot more about the vic; what part of the island she's from, if she has more African blood or more Spanish blood, maybe even how long it took to get from Cuba to Miami. "

"That would be most helpful. Also if you and Ms Sidle would give us one more set of eyes on another matter. I think my team has been looking at it too long."

Sara and Grissom were huddled together over a photo of a particularly gruesome gunshot victim when Sara bolted from the room with her hand over her mouth. Calleigh put up a small hand when Grissom rose. "I got it. Girl CSIs don't like to throw up in front of boy CSIs"

She found Sara leaning over a commode. It had been nearly 12 hours since she'd eaten and very little came up. Without meaning to, Calleigh's efficient eyes took in the bedroom as she pressed a cool towel to Sara's forehead. It looked like the entire bed had been slept in and both women and men's toiletries occupied the bathroom. Calleigh had seen the other bedroom when she came down the hall and was sure no one occupied it at night.

Grissom watched as Cain looked down the hall for the third time. Horatio Cain was CSI cool, but not cool enough to fool Grissom.

"Sara doesn't bite you know. A wise man once told me that women need to be alone with one another some times."

"Calleigh's not like other women."

Grissom smiled slightly as he looked at the other man.

"You can find another job."

"What?"

"You can find another job but you but will never find another Calleigh, just thought I'd share that since I am a little bit older." Grissom poured a glass of something clear and pushed it towards the other man. "So what have you tried? Dated other women?"

"Yes."

"Tried to pair her with other CSIs?"

"Uh Huh"

"Told yourself she deserves better than you.

"Yep"

"Actually you might be right about that…Ignored her?"

"Guilty."

"She dated anybody you worked with yet?

Cain gave a head nod.

"Thought of ways to kill him and dispose of the body?"

"Alligators"

"That might actually work."

Cain dropped his head and smiled. "Dr. Grissom, am I that transparent?"

"Only slightly less than I am. "

"Are you going to quit after all of this is over?"

"If I have to."

"I am so embarrassed. How many times have I seen gunshot wounds? I can't imagine why that one was different."

"Well it could be because you're pregnant." Calleigh didn't look up as she rummaged in her purse. Triumph was evident in her eyes and she produced a Vick's vapor stick and thrust it at Sara.

Sara took the proffered item from the tiny CSI and worked through the words that she had just said. "What?"

"The only time a female CSI throws up is when she's pregnant."

Sara's eyes focused on the blue and green container. "What do I need this for? I am not working cases. I only use this for decomps."

"You'll need it. Take it." Calleigh pulled a chair up to bed. "Me, I can't stand the smell of any gunshot residue."

"Aren't you a fire arms expert?"

"Yeah"

"Then why…." Involuntarily Sara found herself looking at the other woman's stomach. "How far along are you?"

"Three months." She looked at her watch. "Exactly three months."

"You can pinpoint the date? "

Sara wondered at the intimacy that women shared with little of no provocation. First Leigh, now this tiny blond woman, Sara relented. Having a new girlfriend had gotten her this far with Grissom, might as well go along for the ride.

"So does your…" Sara did not know what to say. She knew the other woman wasn't married. What did one call romantic relationships at this age? Boyfriend sounded silly in trite.

"No he doesn't know." Calleigh put a thumb on Sara's wrist and checked her pulse.

"When are you going to tell him?"

"I guess I'll let him figure it out like the rest of the team. Doesn't seem much point really."

"He works with you…Oh your boss."

Calleigh leaned back in the chair and looked into Sara's eyes. "Your color is much better. Yes my boss, the enigmatic Horatio Cain."

Sara was getting into the swing of things… "So what exactly happened?"

Calleigh's response was rapid fire like one of the automatic weapons she tested. "Bad case…two drunk drivers…two dead families…too much wine…a note in the morning telling me it was a mistake blah blah."

Impulsively she took her hand. "Calleigh I am so sorry but you should tell him."

"Why? He'll know soon enough."

"I am not sure but I am sure that is what my friend Leigh Bloodworth would say."

"Wasn't she a suspect in this case?"

"Long story but yes."

Calliegh tucked a long strand of straight blond hair behind her ear. "So you and Gil…"

Sara nodded automatically.

"Have you told him?"

"Didn't really know until you mentioned it a few minutes ago?"

"How did you…"

"Get him?"

"Well I am not sure that I have him but once again Leigh."

Calleigh took out a pad and pen. "Talk slowly."

Sara stowed the pregnancy test in the bathroom that Grissom did not use. Early one morning as he was taking a solo swim she did the deed. Sara barely had time to wash her hands when the large plus sign appeared.

She thought of the first night they'd made love, so hot for one another that birth control had not entered the mind of two scientists. That night Grissom's orgasm had seemed never to end and she'd clung to him, loving the feeling of him spilling into her.

They had been careless on other occasions, mostly in the middle of the night when one or the other had reached desperately across the dark to make sure that it was all real.

The phone call to Leigh took place as she watched Gil swim the coast line.

"Hey chickadee. How's it goin?"

"Wonderful…Terrible."

"You're pregnant."

"You could have let me in on it."

Sara could picture Leigh's hand pressed on her own child, a wanted child, a child that had been planned for. "I had a dream the first week here. I saw a little boy. I thought it was our baby but Jar and I are having a girl so stands to reason that a little boy that looks like Jar but wasn't Jar's is Grissom's."

Sara smiled. "Did he say anything?"

"Oh just buzzing about, pulling at you, wanted you to see a painting he had done, another reason I thought it was our child."

"How old was he?"

"Around eight."

"Was the painting any good?"

"Exceptional"

"I wouldn't know what to do with an artist."

"What did your parents do for you? I am sure they did not expect such a pragmatic child."

"They loved me, let me be me."

"There's your answer."

"I don't know how to tell him."

"One word at a time"

"You know we haven't talked about anything after this."

No judgment came from her words. "Sara I thought we talked about this. It's all going to be fine. I wouldn't tell you anything wrong."

Sara wasn't convinced as Grissom waved from the shore.