A/N: Muchos Gracias for all the reviews! I love to hear what you think. Please keep them coming. I hope you enjoy this chapter! I don't really know how much longer this story will be… but I have ideas for quite a few more chapters. So, for now, review! I want to get up to 50 reviews. Enjoy!

--Emily—

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Sara paced nervously as she stood at the baggage claim of the airport. Today was the day. She was finally going to meet Nick's parents. He heart pounded in anticipation as she watched the steady stream of people walk in and out of the busy area. She had found a picture of Nicks parents when she had started cleaning out his locker. She never got through it; she lost it when she saw a photograph of the two of them. She glanced around and smiled as she spotted Tom and Sandy Stokes. Taking a deep breath, she started towards the couple.

"Mr. And Mrs. Stokes?" Sara asked cautiously as she approached the pair. Sandy Stokes smiled.

"You must be Sara Sidle. You can call me Sandy. This is my husband Tom." The man smiled at her.

" Its nice to finally meet you. Um, do you have any bags?"

"Just one." Replied Tom. Sara showed them the way to where the luggage was displayed. It wasn't long before the trio was on its way to the car.

"So, how's your pregnancy going?" questioned Sandy. Sara smiled.

"Well, I think it's going good. I've never done this before though."

"It gets easier." Laughed the older woman. Sara shook her head sadly.

"I don't think I'll be going through this again." Silence followed her comment as she stared at the road ahead, trying to fight tears. Tom glanced at Sandy and noticed his wife also trying to keep her tears at bay. Sara was relieved when they finally pulled into her apartment parking lot.

"We're here." She announced. She opened the door and let the two in.

"Nice place." Observed Tom.

"Thanks. It's not much, but it works. I don't know what I'm going to do when the baby grows up." she laughed lightly. "Actually, I don't know what I'm going to do about anything." She wiped a tear from her eye as Sandy put a comforting arm around her.

"It's ok dear."

"I'm going to be a horrible mother. God, I wish he was here." She cried. Tom walked over and laid a hand on his wife.

"I know, we all do." she soothed. Sara looked up and sniffled.

"I'm sorry. You didn't come just to see me fall apart."

"Hey, we'd be suspicious if you didn't fall apart." Tom said, getting a slight grin from both Sara and his wife.

"So, have you gotten any first pictures yes?" wondered Sandy. Sara perked up a bit.

"Yeah, just a second." She got up and walked over to a file. Pulling out the copy, she made her way back to where his parents sat. "Here you go." She handed them the picture.

"Aww." Cooed Sandy.

"It's a little girl."

"What's her name going to be?" questioned Tom. Sara glanced down at her lap.

"I don't know. I was uh, hoping to discuss that with you. Me and Nick, we never you know, talked much about that."

"Oh, I see." Sandy nodded.

"Laura." Sara and Sandy both looked up at Tom."

"Come again?" Tom looked at his wife.

"He liked that name. We talked about it once."

"Laura." Sara softly repeated. "I like it."

"So do I." Sandy said, her voice almost inaudible. They were silent for a while. Finally, Sara broke the silence.

"I should show you to your room. Tomorrow, I need to go and uh, finish cleaning out Nick's locker."

"Can we come and help?" Sara looked at the man in surprise.

"Ok, but it's hard. I don't know if you should…"

"We have to face it sometime." Interrupted Sandy.

"We also would like to visit his grave." Continued Tom quietly. Sara nodded.

"Alright." She turned and gestured for them to follow her.

"I'll show you to your room." As she looked at them, Tom silently studied the woman who had stolen his son's heart. She was tall and lean, with the exception of her slightly swollen belly. Her brown hair was pulled up, revealing a pretty face. Tom could see how she had attracted the attention of his son. He followed her and Sandy down the narrow hall to a small bedroom.

"I hope it's not to small." She said, blushing slightly.

"It will do just fine. Thanks."

"Night."

"Night." They replied simultaneously. As the door closed, Sandy turned to her husband.

"I like her."

"So do I."

"I'm glad he was able to find love with someone who loved him back, even if it didn't last long." Tom just nodded in agreement. Sara was definitely different from the empty headed blonds Nick used to date. She was intelligent and kind, someone who would have settled down. He only wished Nick had been able to experience all the joys of being in love. He yawned.

"Guess we should go to bed."

"Good night Tom."

"Night Sandy."

Sara sighed as she plopped down on her bed. Putting a hand on her stomach, she grinned.

"Well, your grandparents seem nice little girl." She said. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. "You're wearing me out just being in my stomach. Just imagine how it will be when you're older." She lightly stroked her stomach as she got off the bed to go get changed for bed. She fell asleep before her head even touched the pillow.


Catherine and Grissom stood looking into the interrogation room, waiting for the guards to bring in Victor Trumpsy. Catherine glanced over at Grissom.

"You nervous?" she wondered out loud. He looked at her quizzically.

"Why would I be?"

"Well, we're about to come face to face with the man who killed Nick."

"Alright, I'm a little nervous. I just hope we don't lose our cool." He admitted.

"Well, we are about to find out." For as they spoke, the door was opening. Taking a deep breath, Catherine and Grissom opened the door and for the first time, came face to face with Nick's killer.


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--Emily--