"Oh Greg, he's beautiful."
"He looks like you."
Greg and Hailey Sanders gazed down at their newborn son Connor. They looked at him through an incubator. He had been born almost 2 months early and he had difficulty breathing after he was delivered. He had stayed in the NICU at Desert Palms Hospital overnight and Hailey and Greg were seeing him for the first time. Greg was happy the baby was alive, but it pained him to watch Connor connected to numerous machines and monitors. Maybe it hurt so much because he felt a part of his soul connected to Connor. Connor was a part of him, and he wished he could take this from his little boy.
He reminded himself that it could have been a lot worse. Still, he didn't want his son to have to through all this.
As he watched his wife hold Connor, he noticed how alike they looked. Connor had Hailey's mouth and nose and he had Greg's expressive brown eyes. He was the most beautiful baby they'd ever seen. Greg couldn't have chosen a better mother for his child. Her DNA seemed to mesh perfectly with his and Connor was living proof. A nurse tenderly handed Greg the tiny bundle. As he held his son for the first time, a new feeling came over him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He was overwhelmed with love for Connor. He was now responsible for another life.
"Hey little guy."
"Meet your dad; he's not as crazy as he looks." Hailey gave Greg a kiss on the cheek. Connor seemed to recognize their voices and respond to them. Greg suddenly remembered that he hadn't called the crime lab yet to let everyone know what was going on. He kissed his wife and son and went to the hallway to call Grissom. He dialed and Grissom answered on the first ring.
"Greg? Is everything alright? We've all been worried."
"Sorry I didn't call sooner. But yes, everything's fine and Hailey and I have a son."
"Does he have a name?"
"Connor James."
"Congratulations, Greg. I'm sure everyone will be thrilled to hear."
"So I guess this means you'll need a few days off?"
"Yeah, just until Hailey can handle everything by herself."
"Well, call if there's anything we can do."
"Thanks Grissom."
