When Grissom and Sara got back from their walk, Sara went into the bedroom to lay down. That took absolutely no effort on my part, she really is tired. Grissom sat on the couch in the living room and rested his laptop on his lap. This will give me some time to get some more research done. I want to know if I can do anything else to help her.

Sara woke up that evening to a dull pain in her back. Walking was supposed to help this, not make it worse. Sara pulled herself out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

After getting dressed for work, Sara walked out into the living room and found Grissom sitting on the couch, staring intently at the computer screen. "What are you working on?" Sara asked, walking toward him.

Grissom closed the laptop and set it on the table. "I was just doing some reading," he answered.

Sara sat down on his now free lap. "On?"

"The many changes that are going on inside of my beautiful wife," Grissom stated, kissing the back of her neck.

"Well, maybe with your newfound expertise, you can take care of my back for me."

Grissom reached a hand under her shirt and started massaging her lower back. "Did you get a good sleep?" Grissom asked.

"Yes."

"Morning sickness?"

"Nope."

"Good."

"Yup."

"You are very verbose this evening."

Sara smiled. "Yeah."

Grissom stopped massaging and brought his hands to rest at her hips. "Does that feel better?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?"

"Nah, I'll go figure out what I want. You need to go shower and get ready for work."

Sara got up off of Grissom's lap and started walking toward the kitchen. Grissom pulled himself off of the couch and headed to the bathroom. Things could be looking a little bit better. Now we just need to tell everyone when we get to work.

Catherine was woken up that evening by the blaring of the security alarm. What the hell is that? Catherine turned over in bed and realized what the sound was. It's the alarm I put on Lindsey's door, she must be up. Catherine got out of bed and put her robe on, just in time to be greeted with Lindsey's presence at the door. "You put an alarm on my door!" Lindsey yelled, "What do you think I'm going to do, bolt? For your information, if I wanted to, I would have done that a long time ago!"

That's reassuring. "Lindsey, I just wanted to know when you woke up," Catherine tried to fabricate an explanation.

"Well, that's just wonderful. If you would like to spy on me some more, I will now be going to the bathroom."

Lindsey stormed out of the room, and Catherine sighed. What am I going to do with her? I don't want to reward her behavior by taking her out to do something, but I've got to do something to get to talk to her.

Before shift started, Sara gathered up the team in the break room. She waited for Grissom to come into the room before she spoke. "Griss and I have some news to tell you guys," Sara stated, "I'm pregnant."

Applause sounded around the room and words of congratulations were passed around. "You guys owe me ten bucks," Greg informed Warrick and Nick, "this week was my week."

Sara gave Greg a cold glare. "How long have you known?"

"A couple of weeks. There is a reason that we're one of the best labs in the country."

"Well, just to clear up any assumptions that you may have made, I'm ten weeks along."

"Catherine is going to kill when she finds out she wasn't here for this. Where is she anyway?" Greg asked.

"She had some problems with Lindsey," Sara replied.

"Although I am sure some of you would like to discuss this all night, we do have crime scenes to get to," Grissom interjected.

"Sara, take Greg with you, you have a robbery. Warrick, you've got an accident scene. When you're done there, you can come help me with this 419. Nick, keep working on your 419 from yesterday," Grissom stated.

Sara and Greg left the break room and headed toward the parking lot. Nick and Warrick stayed in the break room an extra minute to talk to Grissom. "We'll look after her Griss," Warrick stated, "she likes to get herself into trouble sometimes."

If Sara finds out I talked with them about this, she's going to kill me. "If you start treating her differently, she's going to blow a fuse, and frankly, she doesn't need the extra stress," Grissom replied.

"We'll just make sure she doesn't push the envelope," Nick explained.

"Get to work," Grissom stated, effectively ending the conversation.

Nick and Warrick left the break room, and Grissom left a few minutes later. At least there are plenty of eyes looking out for her.

"How do you feel about it?" Greg asked Sara once they started their drive to the scene.

"About the baby?"

"Yeah."

"Good. It's something that Griss and I both wanted. I could do without the morning sickness though."

Greg smiled. "That's what gave you away, it was blatantly obvious that something was going on."

"Yeah, probably that, and Catherine's big mouth."

"Nah, all she said was that something seemed different. We figured the rest out."

"Then you guys decided to start betting," Sara slapped his shoulder.

"Why pass up on a good thing?"

Sara started laughing and Greg joined in. "At least I know for sure that something was going on," Greg stated.

"What do you mean?"

"You see, you seem to have forgotten something," Greg stated, purposely leaving out the details.

"What?"

"Well, it only happens once a year," Greg hinted.

Sara instantly realized her mistake. "Oh Greg, I'm sorry," Sara apologized, "I've had so much going on, and I'm thinking about other things…"

Greg interrupted her before she could continue her rambling. "Sara, I'm just joking with you. Once you get to be the big three o, you don't really need to celebrate your birthdays."

"But we'd usually take you out for breakfast or something. I can't believe I forgot."

"I think I can forgive you, just this once," Greg joked.

"How about we plan for breakfast Friday morning. I'll talk to everyone else and see if they can make it."

"Sara, I said you forgot, I didn't say everyone else forgot."

"You have got to be kidding me. No one could say anything to me and clue me in?"

Greg smiled at her confusion. "How about we go for food on break and call it even. I know you're really busy right now, and you don't always feel that good."

"Alright Greg, I'm paying though."

"I never pass up a free meal," Greg said, smiling.

Sara smiled and kept driving.

Catherine took the time to get dressed, and then she took the alarm off of Lindsey's door. I should have seen her reaction coming, she's not a criminal, she's my daughter. Catherine knocked on Lindsey's door and waited for her to answer. "Go away," Lindsey replied, "you don't seem to want me out of this room."

Catherine turned the knob on the door and let herself in. That's one thing I did right, no lock on her door so she can't lock herself in. "Lindsey, I'm making an effort here. I've got the night off, we could at least try to spend it in a more productive manner."

"You don't have to go into work at all?"

"Not at all."

"Can we do something?"

"Can we talk about this?"

Lindsey stayed silent for a minute, thinking about the proposition. "Can we get pizza and watch some of the movies that you gave me for Christmas?"

"Sure. I'll go call ahead for it, you get dressed and ready to go pick it up."

Catherine turned to walk out of the room. "Mom," Lindsey stated.

Catherine turned back around to face Lindsey. "Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Catherine smiled. "We'll work on doing this more often."

Lindsey smiled, and Catherine left the room. She's talking, not yelling. That's progress.

When Catherine and Lindsey got home with the pizza, they sat on the couch and turned the television on. "Let me go get my movies," Lindsey spoke, getting up from the couch.

Lindsey returned a few minutes later with three DVDs, all of which were unopened. She sat down on the couch and proceeded to take the plastic wrapping off of the one she wanted to watch. "You haven't even opened the DVDs I gave you for Christmas?" Catherine questioned.

"Well, I got them kind of late to begin with, and what's the use of them if you don't have anyone to watch them with?"

Great, another point to the 'I'm never around' department. "Lindsey, I've been home, why didn't you ask?"

"You were always doing something else, and you're usually gone by now anyway."

"You should be in bed by now, you have school."

Lindsey shrugged her shoulders and put the DVD into the player. After pressing a few buttons on the remote, the previews started. "Lindsey, why did you decide to drink?"

"It wasn't my idea. Amanda asked me if I had ever tried beer, and when I told her no, she started describing what it tasted like and what it made you feel like. She opened the fridge, handed me the bottle, and told me to try it. I was curious, so I did."

"How did she end up with the vodka?"

"She asked me where you kept it, and I told her. She said that I was just a rookie, but since she was more experienced, she could drink the harder stuff."

"You have got to be kidding me. Lindsey, you know what alcohol can do to you, and you're so small, if you drank any more than you did, or if you drank it any faster, you could have ended up in the emergency room."

"I'm not stupid mom. I didn't even like the taste of it, but I felt better after drinking it. Amanda kept drinking, so I kept drinking."

"You do realize that it was a really stupid thing to do? Drinking isn't going to get you anywhere in life."

"I know, but Amanda could come over while you weren't here. We talked, we did stuff. I felt cool hanging out with someone who was a little older than me."

Yeah, really cool. A fourteen year old girl trying to get my twelve year old daughter into drinking. "Lindsey, I can't leave you here at home anymore, you destroyed my trust in you."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"You're going to have to go back to your aunt's until I can be sure that I can trust you to make the right decisions."

"How long is that going to take?"

"We'll see."

"Can we try to do things together sometimes?"

"All you need to do is ask," Catherine stated, "can you promise me one thing though?"

"What?"

"While you're underage, underage being under twenty-one, don't ever drink again. If someone pressures you to drink, just say no. Do your best to get out of the situation, and if you have a problem, call me."

"I'm not planning on drinking again, it makes you feel horrible afterwards."

"No drugs either."

"I would never touch them. They kill all of your brain cells and you can end up in jail."

At least she remembers something I taught her. "Mom, can we stop talking about this, I want to watch the movie," Lindsey stated as the opening credits appeared on the screen.

"Alright Linds," Catherine stated.

The two sat watching the movie, eating pizza and drinking soda.

"Sara, do you want to take a break and go get some food?" Greg asked.

Sara looked up from the papers she had been looking at and realized that she was at a good stopping point. "Alright Greg, let me put these papers away, and then we can go," Sara replied.

They cleaned up their workspace and headed to an all night diner not far from the lab. Within minutes they had food in front of them, and they were talking. "How's your sandwich?" Greg asked, gesturing toward her egg and cheese concoction.

"It's pretty good. Is your food good?"

Greg had opted to just have an egg with some hash browns because he didn't want to bother Sara with meat. "Of course it's good. Nothing like a mid-shift meal."

"Yeah. I really am sorry I forgot Greg."

"Stop worrying about it," Greg stated, "I'm just excited to know that pretty soon you're going to have a little one running around that I can baby-sit."

"Right Greg. You'd turn him into a demon."

"Oh, him."

"Or her, whatever. I can't believe that you would be excited by the prospect of babysitting."

"I'm playful, kids like me."

"Because you're around kids a lot."

"There are many things you do not know about me."

"Oh, do tell."

"It's good to have some anonymity."

"Right Greg."

"Just think about it Sara, six and a half more months."

"Greg, I am trying to enjoy my break. Don't make me regret taking you out for a birthday meal."

"Isn't the baby a good thing?"

"Yes Greg. You bugging me about the baby is not. I don't want to talk about it all of the time."

"Why not?"

Because it hasn't been fourteen weeks yet, and I would lose my mind talking about it nonstop. "Greg, please, just stop."

Greg realized that he had pushed to far, and he didn't want to deal with the wrath of an angry Sara. The two finished their meal and headed back to the lab.

"Have you seen Sara?" Grissom asked Nick when he got back to the lab.

"I saw her leave with Greg a little while ago to grab some food. They should be back any time now," Nick replied.

"Alright, thanks Nick. I've got to leave to join Brass for an interrogation, when she gets back, tell her to give me a call."

"Will do."

Grissom left the trace lab, and Nick got back to work.

When the movie ended, Catherine looked across the couch and saw that Lindsey had fallen asleep. "Linds," Catherine spoke, shaking her shoulder.

Lindsey opened her eyes and sat up. "What?"

"It's really late, you need to get to bed, you have school in the morning."

Lindsey got up from the couch and disappeared into her room. After cleaning up the living room, Catherine went to her bedroom to try and get some sleep. She turned her alarm clock on and settled under the covers. I've got to make sure I wake up on time, I want to take her to school later.

When Greg and Sara got back to the lab, Sara headed toward Grissom's office, but Nick stopped her in the hallway before she could get to it. "Griss wants you to call him," Nick stated.

"Where is he?" Sara asked.

"Interrogation with Brass."

"Thanks," Sara replied.

"When you're done with that, a B&E was just called in. You're the only one free right now, so it's all yours."

"Thanks Nick."

Nick continued down the hallway to the break room, and Sara walked into Grissom's office. She sat down on his couch and pulled her cell phone off of her belt. Sara speed dialed Grissom's cell phone and waited for him to pick up. When she was greeted by his voicemail, she was slightly disappointed. "Griss, Nick told me you wanted me to call you," Sara stated, "Greg and I finished our robbery, and a B&E just got called in, if you need to get a hold of me, call my cell."

Sara closed her cell phone and got up from the couch. Well, I guess I have to get to that B&E. I wonder what Grissom wanted anyway? Sara walked to the locker room to get Greg and leave for their scene.

When Grissom finished with the interrogation, he went back to his scene where Warrick was still processing. Before exiting the vehicle, he checked his cell phone to see if Sara had called while he was in the interrogation room. After listening to her message, he called her back. "Sidle," Sara answered.

"Where are you right now?" Grissom asked.

"On the way to a B&E with Greg."

"How was your meal?"

"Alright."

"How do you feel?"

"Okay," Sara replied, "is there a reason you're checking up on me?"

"I'm just trying to make sure we don't have a repeat of yesterday."

Sara groaned. "I'm fine Griss, I'm just trying to do my job. You're just making me more antsy by calling me."

"As your supervisor I am just trying to make sure that you're okay to be on the job."

"Yeah right. I need to concentrate on my driving and get to my scene," Sara stated, closing her cell phone.

Sara clipped the phone back on her belt and continued driving. "Did you just hang up on him?" Greg asked.

"Yes," Sara stated, keeping her eyes on the road.

"He's not going to be very happy."

"If you start treating me differently or acting like I can't do my job, we are going to have a problem," Sara seethed, still staring straight ahead.

Someone is hormonal. I'd rather be back in the lab right now then have to deal with this. "Sara, I'm sure he's just worried about you."

"I am capable of doing my job!" Sara shouted.

"Sara, if you're going to start venting, do you think you might want to pull over?"

Sara veered over to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes. Greg's eyes widened at the sudden stop, and he was soon met by Sara's cold stare. "I am not weak, I don't need to be asked if I'm okay every five seconds!" Sara seethed.

"Did I ask you if you were okay?"

Sara's anger seemed to deflate somewhat, and she sank in her seat. She shifted the car back into drive and kept driving toward the crime scene. "Sara," Greg started.

"Don't talk Greg," Sara interrupted.

The two continued to their scene in an awkward silence. What is going on with my body? That whole conversation was so stupid, these hormones are a pain in the ass. The good part of this whole ordeal better start soon.

When Sara pulled up to the scene, her cell phone rang again. "Greg, go talk to the officer," Sara instructed, pulling her cell phone off of her belt.

As soon as Greg exited the vehicle, Sara opened her cell phone. "Sidle," she answered.

"I think we got cut off before," Grissom stated.

He's giving me a way out of this. "Yeah, it must be the bad reception today," Sara played along.

"Sara, I'm not trying to coddle you."

"I know, it's just annoying to be constantly asked how I'm feeling."

"Well then, are you good to go?" Grissom joked.

"Griss, I'm not really in the mood."

"Okay. If you need anything, call. I'm going to get back to my scene."

"Okay."

Sara closed her cell phone and exited the vehicle to catch up with Greg. Grissom exited his vehicle to find out what Warrick had accomplished while he was gone. Potential crisis averted. She's edgy, but that's Sara. I'll have to tone it down a little bit.

While processing the B&E scene, Greg was extremely silent. "Greg, you can talk about your findings, I'm not going to bite your head off," Sara stated.

"You sure, because you certainly snapped before," Greg replied.

"I'm a hormonal pregnant woman," Sara joked, "sometimes I go a little too far."

Greg smiled but did not comment on her remark. "Is everything okay with Griss?"

"Yeah, he understands."

"Good," Greg replied, "you can use me to vent anytime if you need to."

Sara smiled and shook her head. "Let's get back to the evidence Greg," Sara stated, "what do you see?"

Greg started describing the scene, and the two began working once again.