To FairyGurl621: U leggo my Grisomo and Cheeto. Is Sandy home?

"Oh my God, is this a petting zoo or something?" Sara joked. All around her were doctors and nurses, each one finding something to touch or check. Her gurney entered a room, painted with pale pink. There were two other beds, each occupied by other women giving birth. People were everywhere, camcorders at the ready, to-be-grandparents congratulating their children, the room was full of action. It was like a war zone. A doctor said something, but Sara missed it. Suddenly, she was lifted into the air and moved onto an actual bed. Hadn't been expecting that. Immediately, monitors were placed everywhere, and then the doctors finally left. Grisom was standing in the corner, a look of amazement and confusion on his face. He looked around, as if to make sure that he wouldn't be trampled, and walked over to her bed.

"That was interesting," he simply said. "Nick's on his way, so--"

"Do you know how Greg is?" Sara asked.

Grisom paused, and answered slowly. "He's still in surgery. We won't know for a while yet." he looked at Sara, and added, "I'm sure he'll be fine. I mean, remember that explosion a few years ago? He survived that and was right in front of it. And that other time--" Before Grisom could finish, one of the other two women started screaming. The people sitting beside her jumped up, quickly raising their cameras, and the room was full of camera flashes. One of the members of the group ran to get a doctor, and within moments the woman's screams faded and a doctor came to check her out. Before the poor physician could do anything though, the woman started screaming again. A few nurses burst in and carted the woman, still screaming, off.

"Promise me you won't do that while I'm here," Grisom said.

"Promise me that if I start doing that at all that you'll slap me," Sara said. Before she could continue, her face started to wrinkle. "Oh, here's another one." She let out a grunt, and Gil knew that she was trying her hardest not to scream.

"What happens if Nick doesn't get here in time," Sara asked, wiping sweat from her face. That last contraction had been very big. "Would you--"

"No offense, but I'd rather not."

"But you've cut open dead bodies, you should be able to handle it," Sara protested.

"Yes, but as far as I can tell you're alive, and it's pretty scary down there," Gil said, smiling. That was until the pillow smacked his head.

"Come on," Sara said, laughing. "It's not like you'll be delivering the baby. You just get to hold my hand and hope I don't break it."

"Well--" Grisom started, but he was interrupted by a series of rapid beeps and blips from the monitor closest to him. A group of doctors and nurses burst in. They went to Sara, and Gil quickly shuffled out of the way.

"Heart rate's dropped," One of the nurses called. The frenzy around Sara got more frantic.

"Misses Stokes, the baby's heart rate has dropped. We might need to do and emergency caesarean section."

"What?" Sara exploded. Several more monitors were beeping now.

"I'm sorry Misses Stokes, but we're going to have to deliver the baby now." With that, the bed was rolled out of the room. Gil stood dumbly behind, then figured that he should follow.

By the time he reached the operating room, the operation was over. Some surgeons were sewing Sara back up, and he saw a doctor holding a bundle of blankets.

A doctor came out, and spotted Gil. "You were with her, right?"

"Uh, yeah, but--"

"Go in, she needs someone to comfort her."

Grisom went in, just as he heard Sara say, "Why isn't it crying?"

He went over and held her hand, trying to calm her down. Her face looked tired, and he could only imagine how painful it had been, especially since the anesthetics she had been administered probably hadn't started working yet.

"He's not breathing!" A doctor cried. In a few blurring moments, Gil and Sara were just silent, awaiting the doctor's words.

Suddenly, Gil heard crying. It was like a cat, mewing more than crying. But he knew that it was a baby's crying. He looked down at Sara, and saw that she was crying. They started to wheel her back to her room, and handed her a small bundle of blankets.

"Congratulations Misses Stokes, you have a baby boy."

Yay! There's a new baby! I hope you enjoyed!

Teaser for next time

"Are you Misses Marches?"