I have already planned out the next few chapters, so they should come pretyy quick. Here's a hint for a future chapter: someone's life is at risk, and they're not a CSI or lab tech...

DUN-DUN-DAAAAA!

Little dramatic sound effect's there... I know. Anyway, here's chapter 33.

"Woah.", Tara said as she sat in front of the TV. Greg changed out of his work clothes and came to sit next to her on their couch.

"Woah what?", Greg said as he stared at the TV, like it was going to give him an answer.

"Well, I was watching this show, on the Discovery Health Channel about DNA. And when it finished, a show about pregnancy and chilbirth came on. It says, that in the late months of pregnancy and after, your breasts can grow two sizes bigger to hold milk. Now I am a C, and two sizes bigger would be a DD, and- Greg!", she scolded as she wacked him with the TV guide. He had been staring at her chest, wide-eyed, grinning, probably picturing his fit and curvy wife with DD's. She, however had been trying to make a point.

"Hey, I can't help it. If you were a guy, you'd understand. Now, what are our plans?"

"Plans for what?"

"The baby. My apartment can't fit a BABY."

"Well, we could move to a townhouse? After all, I told you I was rich, right?"

"Yes. Where is the nearest neighborhood to the lab? And, are you going to work like Catherine?"

"Greg, we have nine months to plan all this out. Don't rush things. We have plenty of time. Ok?"

"Alright. Are you ready for that banquet tomorrow? Isn't that the perfect time to tell everyone?", Greg pleaded with his big brow eyes. He had been dying to tell everyone how proud he was to be a father. Tara had had no trouble keeping it a secret, however.

"Greg,we arenot telling them yet. But yes. I am looking forward to the banquet very much so.", Tara said. Greg looked a little dissapointed, but not that much.

Greg woke up in their bed, but something wasn't right. He was hugging a pillow where Tara had been right before he fell asleep. He heard the toilet flush, and Tara's familiar footsteps walking over to the door that led to the bedroom. But then she turned around and he heard her bare feet running across the tle floor. A few seconds passed and the toilet flushed again. She opened the door to the bedroom and stood in the doorway looking sweaty, pale and tired.

"Tara, are you okay?", Greg asked, not sure what was wrong with her. She staggered over to the bed and plopped down at his side.

"Greg, I don't think I can make it to the banquet tonight...I'm sorry.", he stared at her for a moment before she bolted back up and raced into the bathroom, only this time, forgetting to shut the door. Greg winced as he heard her empty the contents of her stomach into the white porcelain bowl. She flushed, rinsed her mouth out and staggered out once again.

"Ahh. I see. Morning sickness?", he asked, trying to sound sympathetic.

"Yup. You know, you'd think it would stop once my stomach was empty, I mean I don't know where it finds all that stuff.", she said, obviously quite groggy. "We need an excuse for why I won't be there, how about you tell them my best friend had a baby and I went out to visit her?"

"Um, how about I use the whole 'don't ask, don't tell' thing. They'll never buy that. I'll get Sara and Doctor Robbins to help me steer clear of that subject."

"Ok hon. I need a nap. I'm only two weeks pregnant and I am already exhausted. Weird, huh?"

Greg kissed his wife on the forehead and got out of bed. He and Tara had been looking for houses the night befoe, so he continued where they left off while Tara slept.

The Banquet

Grissom had arranged to meet Sara at the banquet hall. He arrived at the doorway to 'The Willow' and he stepped inside the glass double doors. It was a very nice place. Golden oak trim, cream colored walls, burgandy colored carpet. The lobby had a burgandy couch set and chair, which Greg and Dr. Robbins were sitting on. Greg waved cheerfully and Grissom chuckled to himself at seeing Greg Sanders in a suit and tie. Catherne scared Grissom out of his trance as she complimented his jet black suit. She looked very classy in her gold-colored silk gown. It had a high neckline, which was rare for Catherine, and it was completely backless. A halter dress. It touched the floor, and Grissom wondered to himself how women wore a floor length dress without constantly stepping on it. Nick and Warrick didn't bring dates, and it didn't look like they were having any luck getting the bartender's number, either. Jaqui and Archie went together, and Ecklie came alone, no surprise there. The day shift was a little unfamilliar to Grissom, but then he saw Sophia. She came over to Grissom and started to hit on him. But out of the corner of his eye, Grissom spotted Sara. She looked beautiful in her burgandy dress. He completely ignored Sophia's story as he turned and walked over to Sara. She smiled at him. He told her that she looked great, but he tried to make it sound classy and a little bit profesional.

When the dinner was served, all the night shift CSI's sat at one table, all the day shift's at another, and the lab tech's were scattered everywhere. Sara had come up with the perfect excuse to why Tara wasn't here. She told everyone that she thought she might have pink eye, and was staying clear of everyone else until she was sure she wasn't contagious. When no one was looking Doctor Robbins mouthed 'Good one Sara' to her. The whole night was a huge sucess. Grissom and Sara had flirted, making a little contact. Sara thought to herself, one step forward,. Catherine told some funny stories of her and Grissom's first cases together.

At the end of the night, Greg rushed home to Tara, to find her fast asleep on the bed with a book of baby names open on the side table. He smiled as he whispered good night to her and got ready for bed.