"Griss, I think you should probably take Sara home," Nick stated, walking into Grissom's office.

Grissom looked up and saw Nick standing in the doorway. "Why, is she okay?" Grissom asked, getting out of his chair, immediately filled with concern.

"She's fine, but shift ended over two hours ago. She's asleep in one of the layout rooms."

How did I not realize that shift had already ended? Easily, I was caught up in my work too. "Finish whatever you're working on, and go home."

Nick nodded and headed to the locker room while Grissom headed for the layout rooms. He found Sara in the first one he looked into, and he walked inside and closed the door behind him. Papers were spread out across the workspace, and Sara had her head in her hands, leaning on the edge of the table. "Sara, wake up," Grissom spoke, resting a hand on the small of her back.

"What? I'm awake," Sara grumbled.

"We're going home."

"Griss, I have to keep going over this case, I can't figure out what the connection is."

Grissom started to pick up the papers, and he placed them back into their folder. "The case can wait. I'm ordering both of us to go home."

Sara sat up in her chair and winced as her back protested. She reached back to massage her lower back, and Grissom removed his hand from her back. "I'm going to go lock this case file in my office. I'll be back in a minute, stay here," Grissom instructed.

"I'm going down to the locker room," Sara stated, "I'll get my jacket so I'll be ready to leave."

Always the stubborn one. "Okay, I'll meet you there."

"The princess awakens," Nick joked when Sara walked into the locker room.

Sara disregarded his comment and opened her locker. Nick took an envelope from his locker and held it in front of Sara. "Here's a little something for you," Nick stated.

"What for?" Sara asked, puzzled by the envelope's presence.

"Let's see, it comes once a year, always thirty days after Grissom's," Nick hinted.

Ugh, I guess it is my birthday. Sara accepted the envelope from Nick and sat down on the bench. Nick sat beside her on the bench and watched as she studied the envelope. "You can open it, you know," Nick teased.

"Thanks Nick, you're the first person to wish me a happy birthday," Sara spoke and smiled.

"Some investigator you are Ms. Sidle, I didn't even wish you a happy birthday yet," Nick pointed out.

Sara shot Nick a quick glance and opened the envelope. The card within was extremely simplistic, for all that adorned the front was a small cake, and upon opening the card, happy birthday was the only thing printed inside. However, the card held a gift certificate for one of Las Vegas' finer restaurants. "Nick, you didn't have to do this," Sara chided.

"I wanted to. Happy birthday!" Nick finally announced.

"Thank you very much."

Nick turned on the bench so he could give Sara a quick hug. "Now you and the boss man can enjoy a night on the town."

"Yeah, in my free time," Sara scoffed, glancing down at her protruding stomach.

Nick noticed her distraction and redirected the conversation. "You don't have that much further to go," Nick reassured.

"Ten weeks."

"Think of it this way, you've been through thirty weeks already."

Sara looked up when Grissom walked in the locker room. "Thanks for the gift Nick. I've got to go home and get some sleep."

"You're welcome. Enjoy your day off tomorrow."

Sara nodded, extracted her jacket from her locker, put it on, and closed her locker. "You ready to go?" Grissom asked as Sara neared him.

"Yes."

"Goodbye Nick," Grissom called.

"Bye," Nick replied.

Grissom and Sara left the locker room and headed for the parking lot.

When Sara woke up in the early evening, Grissom was reading beside her in bed. She turned toward him and rested her head on his shoulder. "Happy birthday, honey," Grissom spoke, kissing her forehead.

"Thank you," Sara replied, draping her arm across his stomach.

"Do you feel alright?" Grissom questioned, setting his book aside and running his fingers through her hair.

"I feel big."

Grissom chuckled and slid down in the bed so he would be even with Sara. "You're beautiful," he stated, brushing a kiss across her lips and setting his hand on her stomach.

Grissom didn't feel any movement, but he felt closer to the baby when he touched Sara's stomach. Grissom noticed that Sara was watching him, and he cracked a small smile. "Would you like to go out tonight, birthday girl?" Grissom asked.

"You didn't make reservations, did you?" Sara hedged, wanting to spend the night at home.

"No, I didn't, but we can still go out."

"If you don't mind, I'd rather stay home."

"It's your special day honey, we can do whatever you want."

"Can we talk?"

"Always. What about?"

Sara rested her hands over her stomach, and Grissom put one of his hands on top of hers. "A few things, all having to do with the baby though."

"Such as?"

"Nick and Warrick cleared out the guest bedroom for us, but we have yet to do any remodeling in there. The furniture came, but everything is still in boxes."

"I'll work on it tomorrow. We're both on call, but we have the whole weekend to get some work done. Well, I have the whole weekend to get work done – you have the whole weekend to rest."

"I have some things of my own to do. While we're still in bed though, I want to talk about one more matter regarding the baby."

"What?"

"Names. We haven't talked about them at all, and the baby's going to be here in ten weeks."

"Sara, I haven't even thought about that."

"I like the name Sydney if the baby's a girl. Sydney Melanie Grissom."

"After my mother?" Grissom responded after a moment of silence.

"Yes," Sara responded, moving one of her hands to caress his cheek, "Griss, you have plenty of say in this matter, and we don't have to decide right now."

Grissom shifted his hand to cup her cheek. "I like that Sara. My mother would…she'd…"

When Grissom fumbled his words, Sara leaned forward and lightly kissed his lips. "I'm glad you like it. I'm sure your mother would be…"

"Honored," Grissom managed to get out before wrapping his arms around Sara and pulling her close.

"I have no idea about boys' names."

"Well, we better hope it's a girl then," Grissom joked.

"You like to do your research; sometime when you get a chance, start looking at some boys' names. If you see something you like, write it down and talk to me about it."

"Okay, I'll see about that. But for now, what would you like for your birthday dinner? I'm cooking, dinner in bed maybe?"

"Dinner in bed sounds nice, but let me come help."

"The purpose of dinner in bed is for you to stay in bed. It's your birthday, relax for a little bit. I can take care of the cooking. I ask again, what do you want to eat?"

"How about spaghetti."

"What do you want with it?"

"How about tossed vegetables; your choice."

"And tomato sauce?"

"Sure."

"Get some more rest. I'll be back with dinner soon."

"Okay."

Sara and Grissom shared another kiss before Grissom left the bed to go start making dinner.

Frustrated that she couldn't get comfortable enough to fall asleep, Sara got out of bed and started to walk out of the bedroom. "Sara?" Grissom questioned, feeling her form leave the space beside him.

Sara turned around to face her husband. "I'll be back soon," Sara spoke rather loudly, hoping he would be able to pick up most of what she was saying, "I just want to get a drink, I can't get comfortable."

"Come back and lay down, I'll get it for you," Grissom offered.

"I need the walk. You get to sleep, I'll be fine."

Sara left the room and headed for the kitchen.

Sara paced the kitchen while she sipped her glass of milk. Her free hand rested on her back as she tried to will away the pressure that was present there. Come on baby, can't you give me a break? I have carried you for thirty-five weeks, but it feels like forever. I just want a good night's sleep, but I can't get comfortable. Finishing the glass of milk, Sara set the glass in the sink, filled it with water, and returned to the bedroom.
Grissom was laying on his back when Sara slipped back into bed. "Is everything okay?" Grissom asked, glancing over her with concern.

"There's just a lot of pressure on my lower back," Sara admitted.

Grissom slipped a hand under her t-shirt and started to massage her lower back. "You spend too much time on your feet," Grissom scolded.

"Probably. At least the baby's not moving around today."

After completing Sara's massage, Grissom moved his hand to caress her stomach. "Let mom sleep, she needs rest," Grissom directed the unborn child.

Grissom turned to pull Sara into his chest and tried to make her comfortable. Mom, that has a nice ring to it. Sara smiled and rested her hands on top of Grissom's, hoping to drift off to sleep.

Two hours later, Sara began to toss again. Every once in a while, the pressure turned to slight pain, and neither pressure nor pain were very conducive to sleep. Sara got out of bed and walked to the bathroom before she could wake Grissom. She then headed to the living room and tried to make herself comfortable on the couch. Having previously grabbed pillows from the nearby chair, Sara situated two beneath her head, one behind her back, and one between her knees. After turning on the television and settling on a forensic documentary, Sara snuggled into the couch and hoped the drone of the television would put her to sleep.
Grissom woke up about half an hour later and realized that Sara wasn't sleeping beside him. She must have been uncomfortable again. I wish she could just get some sleep, this is making me tired too. Getting out of bed and walking into the living room, Grissom found Sara laying on the couch. "Sara, honey, come back to bed," Grissom stated, sitting on the coffee table in front of her and turning off the television.

"I didn't want to wake you," Sara spoke.

"Are you okay?" Grissom asked, rubbing his hand from her shoulder down her side in a soothing motion.

"I don't feel right," Sara admitted and sighed, "I don't know, maybe I'm getting sick or something. I've tried every position possible, and I just can't get comfortable."

"Is the couch better than the bed?"

"No, not really."

"Come back to bed then. I can grab some extra pillows to prop you up if you want."

"Okay."

Sara hissed as Grissom helped her off of the couch. "What is it?" Grissom asked with concern, looking over her from arms' length.

"Let me walk around for a few minutes," Sara stated, pulling herself away from him.

Sara started to slowly walk about the living room, keeping a hand at her back to try to will the tension away. Grissom walked up behind her and took her hand in his. "Honey, stop," he pleaded, "you need to lay down and get some rest."

Sara looked like she was going to protest, but she didn't say anything. Grissom led her back to the bedroom and instructed her to lean against the wall. He once again started to massage her back and attempted to relieve the tension. When he was finished, she turned around to face him. "That feels a lot better," Sara acknowledged.

"Good. Now let's try to get some sleep."

After adjusting the pillows and making sure Sara was comfortable, Grissom got into bed beside her and tried to fall asleep once again.

When Grissom woke up that night, Sara had already gotten up. He found her in the kitchen, sipping a cup of tea. "How long have you been up?" Grissom asked, sitting across from her at the table.

"About an hour," Sara replied.

"How's your back?"

"Okay."

"You coming in tonight?" Grissom tossed into the conversation.

"No reason why I shouldn't. I've gotten less sleep pulling doubles."

"Alright. I'm going to take a shower, I'll be ready to leave soon."

"Remember, I've got to be in court in the morning. I'm going to drive separately."

"Okay. Let's leave together though."

"Sure."

Grissom got up from his chair, walked around the table, and kissed the top of Sara's head before leaving to go to the bathroom.

"You look like you haven't slept in a week," Catherine stated, confronting Grissom in his office after assignments.

"I slept," Grissom vaguely replied.

"Uh huh," Catherine stated, obviously not believing him, "Sara looks exhausted too."

"She had a hard time getting comfortable. Her back was bothering her."

"Baby in front does put a strain in back. Does she feel better now?"

"Yeah."

"You help her with that?"

"Yes, Catherine," Grissom groaned, annoyed by her usual prying line of questioning.

"Get used to the sleepless nights, Gil, the baby will be here soon enough," Catherine reminded and grinned, turning to walk out of his office.

Grissom shook his head and turned to the paperwork that he had yet to start.

"Nick, I need to go sit down for a few minutes," Sara stated, putting some evidence into her kit.

"Sure, take all of the time you need. You okay?" Nick asked, looking up at her from where he was collecting fibers.

"My back is just bothering me again. This kid weighs a lot."

Nick chuckled. "If it's bothering you a lot, you should go back to the lab and head home."

"The pain comes and goes, I'm fine. Shift is almost over anyway. Just give me a few minutes to sit."

"Alright."

Sara picked up her kit and headed for her vehicle, hoping she could rest for a few minutes and get some water before having to work the scene again.

"Griss, I'm leaving to go home and change," Sara announced at the end of shift, "I need to be in court in an hour and a half."

"I'll see you when you get home I guess," Grissom stated, looking up from his paperwork, "I got called out to a scene, so I didn't get a chance to finish any of this paperwork. I'm going to stay here for a couple of hours and try to get some of it done."

"Okay, I'll see you later."

"Yeah. Take it easy."

Sara left Grissom's office and headed for the parking lot.

Grissom was working on paperwork at his desk when his office phone rang. Good, I need an interruption. "Grissom," he answered, picking up the phone.

"Dr. Grissom, do you know where CSI Sidle is?"

"Who is speaking?"

"Matthew Hawkes, prosecuting attorney. Ms. Sidle was supposed to be in court to testify over thirty minutes ago."

Grissom immediately became concerned – Sara was nothing but prompt. "Have you tried calling her cell phone? Maybe she is stuck in traffic."

"I have called her cell phone and her home phone, and I didn't receive any answer. I called you next because you are her supervisor. It is very important that Ms. Sidle appears in court today."

"Did you ask for a continuance?"

"I've got two hours. I can't get any more time than that without good reason."

"Alright Mr. Hawkes, I'll find her. I've give you a call as soon as I do."

"Thank you, Dr. Grissom."

Grissom ended the call with the attorney and immediately dialed Sara's cell phone number. Come on Sara, pick up. After a few rings, Grissom was transferred to voice mail. "Sara, call my cell phone if you get this message. I have no idea where you are, and I'm worried about you."

Grissom then tried their house, but he didn't receive an answer there either. He left the same message and hung up his phone. Grissom hurried out of his office and headed for his car. Where are you, Sara? Where are you?