A New Addition

Pairing: Nick and Sara

Sara gives birth to Abigail Melanie Stokes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nick, Sara or any other CSI character. I do own Nick and Sara's families and any other non-CSI character.

Welcome to the World, Abigail Melanie Stokes

Sara's Room

Renee, the other nurse assigned to Sara during her labor, the birth and recovery came by to check on her.

"Sara, congratulations, you are fully dilated," she said. "You are now ready to push your little girl out. Dr. Blake is on her way right now."

As if on cue, Nick woke up from his brief nap on the bed they brought in for him. He felt more energized and ready to coach his wife through the most difficult part her labor and delivery, the pushing. He thought about what his brother and brothers-in-law told him what to do and what not to do during that time.

Dr. Blake arrived and suited up to prepare to deliver Abigail. Renee held up one of Sara's legs while Cynthia held up the other. Nick took Sara's hand into his left hand so she wouldn't hurt his right hand.

"Okay, Sara, I want you to take a deep breath and start pushing," Dr. Blake directed. "Nick, you count from one to ten. Sara, after Nick says ten, you exhale and relax until I tell you to push again. Got it?"

"Yes, we did," Nick and Sara said.

"Sara, you can start pushing," Dr. Blake said.

Sara took a deep breath and put her chin to her chest.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10," Nick calmly counted.

Sara exhaled and relaxed.

"Good girl, Sara," Dr. Blake said. "You are a wonderful pusher. Now, push again!"

Sara assumed her pushing position.

"Come on, Sara, you can do it," Nick said. "Push now! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10."

Sara loudly grunted during the third push and gritted her teeth. She was starting to sweat. Nick took a washcloth, wet it with very cold water and wiped her face with it.

"Wow, it's getting very close," Sara said took a brief break from pushing.

"You are doing fine, Sara," Cynthia said. "She is coming real soon."

"Keep going," Nick cheered Sara on.

She felt another big contraction and started pushing again. She was squeezing Nick's hand tightly and he winced. He tried to wiggle it so she could at least loosen her grip, but he had to wait until that contraction was over. As soon as Sara could relax again, Nick felt slightly relieved.

"Nick, I am sorry if I hurt your hand," Sara said.

"Don't worry about it," Nick said with a weak smile. "It doesn't hurt at all."

After ten more minutes of pushing, Sara was extremely exhausted. She wanted to sleep while Dr. Blake delivered Abigail using some funky device.

"Sara, the head is out," Dr. Blake beamed. "You still have to push her out."

"I can't!" Sara whined. "I am so tired from all this pushing."

"You can't give up at this point, Sara," Nick tried to encourage her and thought of something. "Her head is out! She wants to meets her parents and grandmother. Sara, keep going, don't quit!"

Sara felt a very intense contraction and immediately began pushing again. Only this time, she did it with all her might. Every single push helped bring Abigail into the world. A nurse placed a white towel on Sara's stomach.

"Sara, stop pushing now," Dr. Blake said. "She's almost out. I am going to suction out her nose and mouth. Give me a tiny push and she's here! Welcome to the world, Abigail Melanie Stokes."

Nick and Sara looked in awe as their screaming and crying newborn daughter was placed on the towel. The nurses cleaned her up and put two clamps on the umbilical cord close to where Abigail's belly button will be. Renee handed Nick a pair of scissors.

"Nick, it's your first official duty as a father," Dr. Blake smiled. "You told me two months ago that you wanted to cut the cord."

While he slowly cut the cord between the clamps, he was smiling and had tears streaming down his face. He looked at Sara and saw she was also smiling with tears. They gave each other a brief, yet passionate kiss. Renee took Abigail to the scale to be weighed, measured and examined.

"She weighs seven pounds and four ounces," Renee said. "She is twenty inches and a very healthy baby."

A few moments later Renee approached Sara's bed holding the infant, who was now wearing a little pink hat and swaddled in a matching blanket. She handed her over to her mother's waiting arms.

"Be a good girl to your parents," Renee said to Abigail. "Don't give them much trouble for the next 18 years or until you go to college."

Nick and Sara chuckled at what the nurse said to their daughter.

"I'll leave the two of you alone to bond with your new daughter," Renee smiled. "If you need anything, call Natasha or me."

"We'll do that," Sara said. "Thank you."

"No problem," Renee said as she left the room.

"Hi Abigail, I am your mommy," Sara cooed. "I'm so happy to finally meet you, but did you have to kick me so much the past few months."

Nick was sitting on the chair still smiling. He gingerly took Abigail from Sara's arms and cradled her into his.

"I'm your daddy," Nick said in a soft voice and gently kissed her forehead. "There are some people I want you to meet in the waiting room, if it's okay with mommy."

"She can meet them," Sara said as she kissed her daughter on the forehead. "However, bring her back as soon as possible, I might have to feed her."

"We won't be long," Nick said as he got up and carried Abigail out of the room.

Sara chuckled as her husband and daughter were on there way to the waiting room.

Labor and Delivery Waiting Room

"Do you suppose Uncle Nicky and Aunt Sara will have a Halloween baby?" Lindsey asked her mother.

"I don't know," Catherine said. "Nick hasn't come out of the room to tell us if Sara gave birth or not."

"We'll know more when he sees us," Warrick said trying to calm the barely teenage girl and her mom.

Greg saw a man resembling Nick cradling a pink bundle. It was when the man approached that the spiky haired CSI knew who it was.

"Hey guys, there is a little girl who wants to meet you," Nick said as he approached the group. "Her name is Abigail Melanie Stokes as you well know. She was born at 8:48 in the morning weighing 7 pounds and 4 ounces and measures at 20 inches. I am going to make this brief since Sara wants to feed her."

Catherine immediately took the baby off of Nick's arms and held her.

"Hi sweet baby, I'm Catherine Willows," she said. "You can call me Aunt Catherine. I work with your parents and I have stories to tell you about them when you're older."

She gently handed the infant to Lindsey. She kept an eye on the preteen to make sure she was she was holding Abigail properly.

"Abigail, you are so adorable," Lindsey said. "I'm Catherine's daughter. My name is Lindsey and I know your mom and dad. They are like my aunt and uncle. I'm glad you are finally here."

Grissom gingerly took Abigail off of Lindsey's hands. Nick was hoping that he wouldn't talk to Abigail about bugs unless it was about butterflies and ladybugs.

"Hello Abigail, my name is Gil Grissom," Grissom said. "Almost everyone calls me by my last name, but you can call me 'Uncle Gil'. I have known your mommy and daddy for some time and you are one lucky girl to have them as parents. Jim, would you like to hold her?"

Brass was a typical tough guy with a heart of gold, but rarely showed his emotions. However, a tear slid down his cheek when Grissom handed the newborn to him. Immediately he thought of her as a granddaughter since he considered Sara more like a daughter to him than his own.

"Hello little girl, my name is Jim Brass," he said. "You can call me 'Grandpa Jim' since you have grandparents in California and Texas. Your parents call me Brass."

He was about to give the pink bundle to Greg, but he thought about it after seeing the new CSI jumping about. He sensed it in Nick's scowl towards the punk.

"Greg, can you calm down long enough to handle a delicate newborn?" Brass asked. "Her father looks like he wants to kill you if you harm her."

Greg nodded his head and was holding Abigail with Nick's watchful eye.

"Hey baby girl, I am Greg Sanders," he said. "Your parents call me Greggo. When you get a little older, I am going introduce you to punk rock music. I promise that you will be a punk rocker when you are a teenager in spite of your parents."

"Greggo, that is never going to happen," Nick finally spoke. "She'll be raised on rock, country, jazz and classical music. No punk for her, Sanders."

Warrick took the baby off Greg's hands and cradled her.

"Welcome to Las Vegas and the world Abigail Melanie Stokes," Warrick said in a very soft tone. "My name is Warrick Brown and I am your godfather. Much like your 'Aunt Catherine', I will have stories to tell you about your parents."

Warrick cradled his goddaughter for a while longer than everyone else did. When she started to fuss a little, Nick approached his friend.

"I think she's had enough for today," Warrick said. "She just wants to be with her mother now."

"I'll take her back to the room," Nick said as he turned to walk back to the room with his daughter. "Later, everyone!"

"Bye, Nick," they shouted back.

Meanwhile At Sara's Room

Sara was relaxing and recovering from the birth. Cynthia kept her company until Nick and Abigail returned from the waiting room. Cynthia got up from the chair and walked over to the night table.

"Sara, do you mind if I make long distance phone call here since I can't use my cell phone here?" Cynthia asked. "I am calling Thomas at work."

"Sure, go right ahead," Sara said. "Just dial nine for outside numbers and the number."

"Kellie, this is Cynthia Stokes," Cynthia said. "Is Judge Stokes in his chamber or not?"

"Yes, he is," Kellie said on the other end of the line. "Did your daughter-in-law have the baby yet?"

"Yes, she did," Cynthia happily replied. "It's a 7 pound, 4 ounce, 20 inch baby girl. Her name is Abigail Melanie Stokes. My son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter are doing fine, but they are tired. Don't tell Judge Stokes what I told you. I want to be the one to tell him."

"Sure, I will transfer you over to his line," Kellie said.

"Thank you," Cynthia said.

"Judge Thomas Stokes," a man's voice bellowed out.

"Thomas, this is your wife speaking," Cynthia almost yelled back.

"I take it you have some news about Nick, Sara and possibly the baby," Thomas said. "If you do, please tell me now. I have to preside over a case in half an hour."

"Okay, our baby boy and his wife are officially parents now," Cynthia said. "Sara gave birth to Abigail Melanie, a 7 pound, 4 ounce 20 inch baby girl. Parents and baby are doing fine, but somewhat tired. Sara is relaxing while Nick took Abigail to meet the colleagues."

"You had better take pictures and email them to me," Thomas said. "I am sure that Kathleen, Tom, Wendy, Sabrina, Heather, Marissa and their families will want photos of their new niece/cousin."

"I packed the digital camera with me before I left Dallas," Cynthia insisted. "I'll take the pictures and have Nick transfer them to his computer. You'll get them ASAP!"

"Cynthia, I have to go now," Thomas said. "Congratulate Nick and Sara for me. I love you!"

"I love you, too," Cynthia said and they hung up.

Nick entered the room carrying the crying newborn. He handed her over to Sara so she could feed the newborn.

"How did it go?" Sara asked as Abigail's mouth latched onto one her breasts.

"Everyone adored her," Nick smiled. "I am going to kick Greg's ass if he tries to get her hook on punk rock."

"Nick, I just called your father and told him the good news," Cynthia said. "He told me to congratulate you and Sara on the new arrival."

"I'll call him tonight," Nick said as he retrieved his wallet to get a card.

"Nick, what are you doing now?" Sara asked.

"I am going to the pay phone to make a call," Nick said. "Yes, I know very well you can't use a cell phone in the hospital."

"Why the prepaid phone card?" Sara observed.

"Even if I could use my cell phone here," Nick said. "I don't want to waste my precious cell phone minutes on the person I am about to call."

Sara knew full well who he was talking about – her mother. They hadn't spoken to each other since Sara announced her pregnancy. She gave Nick a look saying 'good luck' and he responded with a 'thank you' look.

Lobby Pay Phone Area

Nick looked at the back of the card and picked up the phone. He dialed the toll free number indicated on the card. After hearing the prompt, he entered the PIN number and waited for the next prompt telling him to dial the number he wanted to call. He took a deep breath to calm himself before speaking to his in-laws.

"Hello, you've reached Michael and Alexandra Sidle," Alexandra's sickly saccharine voice said. "We can't come to the phone now. Please leave a message after the beep and we'll call you back as soon as possible."

"Alexandra, Michael, this is Nick," he said in a calmly civil manner. "I am calling to tell you that you have a new granddaughter. Her name is Abigail Melanie Stokes and she weighs 7 pounds, 4 ounce and is 20 inches. Both mother and daughter are fine. You can call me at home. Bye!"

Nick calmly hung up the phone and mentally cursed himself for calling his in-laws. His mother insisted that he contacted them since they had the right to know about the baby. Now he just wanted to go back to the room and get some rest.

Sara's Room

Nick arrived at the room and saw Sara was already asleep. Abigail was in the crib sleeping like a baby. Cynthia was sitting on the chair.

"Did you get in touch with them?" Cynthia asked.

"I got their answering machine," Nick said. "So I left a message.When did Sara and Abigail fall asleep?"

"Your daughter fell asleep immediately after Sara fed and burped her," Cynthia said. "I put her in the crib. Sara was out like a light soon afterwards. Poor thing was exhausted."

"I can imagine," Nick said knowing what his mom was talking about.

"Nick, you should get some rest, too," Cynthia said. "I am going back to the apartment to do some light cleaning and prepare for Abigail's first time home. I'll see you later."

"Bye, mom," Nick said as they hugged and kissed each other on the cheek.

After Cynthia left, Nick sat on his bed and looked at his wife's sleeping form with wonder. If someone told him over five years ago that he would meet his future wife and mother of his kids while he tossing dummies off a hotel rooftop, he would have laughed at or arrested them. He looked at the crib where his newborn daughter was peacefully sleeping and smiled. She was definitely worth the wait, he thought. He laid on his bed and happily let slumber claim him.

TBC

(A/N: No, the story's not over, yet!)