Chapter Three

Sara's pregnancy was progressing normally. The doctors told her that as far as they could tell, there was going to be a normal healthy baby. She and Gil continued preparing the nursery and grew more and more excited about having their first child.

"You should think about sticking to the lab," Gil suggested one night as they drove to work.

"I was hoping you wouldn't bring that up," Sara sighed.

"Sweetie, I'm just concerned for you and the baby. Think of all the things that can happen when you're in the field," Gil explained.

"I know, I was just hoping somehow to avoid it," she nodded, "I knew it would come. It's just that I've done the whole confined to the lab thing before and it's no picnic."

"I'm sorry, but it's either that or you stay home alone and I am not a fool," he laughed, "I wouldn't even think of suggesting that."

"You're a smart man," she reached over and patted his arm, "and I wouldn't want to stay at home for the rest of my pregnancy. I'd go nuts. At least after I have the baby, I'll have plenty to do."

"I know, you'd be so restless," Gil said, "I would be too. I wouldn't know what to do with all that time to myself. That's why I never took vacations before we were together."

"I guess I'll start hanging out around the lab," Sara said, "and hopefully time will pass quickly."

"You can always come help me out with my paperwork," he teased.

"Oh boy, I'll be sure and take you up on that one," she laughed.

"Just remember when you're bored sitting at the lab that you are doing it for our child," he suggested.

"I'll try and keep that in mind," she replied.

When they arrived at the lab, they went to his office to kill the time before shift began. They were a little early and Gil knew he was behind in paperwork. Sara picked out the entomology text she had been reading and sat beside him, reading as he worked.

"Well aren't you two cute," a voice interrupted them.

"Hey Greg," Sara glanced up from her book.

"What's so cute about us?" Gil asked, confused.

"Oh I just thought the way you were both sitting there was kind of cute. She's reading and you're doing your paperwork," Greg shrugged his shoulders, "apparently I didn't really think things through."

"Apparently not," Sara shot back.

"So did you actually want something, or are you just here to annoy us?" Gil asked.

"A little of both," Greg grinned, "but seriously, I was just wondering if I could have tomorrow night off. I know it's short notice, but Jen's mom is sick and she asked me to go visit with her."

"I think we can manage," Grissom nodded, "go ahead and take the night off."

"If worst comes to worst, you can make Nick come in on his day off," Sara suggested.

"Oh I'm sure he'll love that," Gil replied.

"Thanks," Greg said, "I really appreciate it."

"Not a problem, Greg," Gil told him.

Greg left them alone again and Sara turned to him, "You know it's a real shame you just asked me to stay in the lab. If you happen to get slammed tomorrow, I won't be of any use."

"You're just looking for an excuse to go out in the field some more," Gil rolled his eyes, "only if I'm really shorthanded."

"I'm just saying, I am still a trained CSI," Sara explained, "even if I am pregnant. I can always take one of the simpler cases if you need help."

"Of course, but you're a last resort. You should probably not be on your feet as much these days," Gil said.

"I know, I was there when the doctor said it. Have you ever known me to follow the rules?" she asked.

"How could I forget, you're such a rebel, dear," he said sarcastically.

"Oh be quiet," she returned, "you're not exactly a rebel yourself."

"And I never claimed to be," he smiled.

"Isn't it about time for you to go hand out assignments, Mr. Supervisor?" she asked.

"Why, yes, as a matter of fact it is," he stood, grabbing the slips of paper on his desk.

Catherine and Warrick had briefly discussed having children after Grissom and Sara had made their announcement. Both knew it was unrealistic because Catherine was a little old to be having children. She wasn't opposed to the idea of having a child together, but she knew it would be a bad idea for her to even try. The older a mother was, the more likely something could go wrong. She felt bad that Warrick could never really have a child of his own, but he had accepted the reasoning at the time. It was several months later before he brought up the subject again. They were assigned a DB in the desert and on the drive out to their site, he pitched his idea to her.

"So, I know we both decided it was unrealistic for us to have a baby, but I was thinking we could still have a child. What about adoption? You said yourself you wouldn't be opposed to having another kid if it wasn't for your age," Warrick said.

"I don't know, are you sure you want a child right now? We barely see each other outside work and while I would love to have another kid, I just don't know if we should," Catherine replied.

"Yes, we both work long hours, and I know we don't get a lot of time outside work together because of our sleep schedules and all. But I think we could do it. We don't even necessarily have to adopt an infant. There's a lot of kids that need adopting. Lindsey is old enough to baby-sit, we'd have to talk to her of course, but I think it's worth at least thinking about it," Warrick reasoned.

"Okay, I think we could definitely think about it. We'll have to talk about it later," Catherine said, as they had reached their crime scene.

"But you're open to the possibility?" Warrick asked.

"Definitely," Catherine nodded.

"Great," Warrick leaned over and kissed her.

The pair got out of their Denali and grabbed their field kits to meet the waiting detective. The sun had been gone from the sky for hours, and there was a definite chill to the air as they headed toward the body. The detective pointed out the body and explained what he knew so far and stood back to allow the CSIs to do their work.

"Do you think it's going to rain?" Catherine eyed the clouds overhead.

"I hope not," Warrick replied, "but just in case, let's hope the coroner gets here soon."

"It wasn't that busy tonight, so hopefully he'll be here soon," Catherine got her camera and began snapping generals of the body.

Warrick searched the general area for anything of interest. There were lots of footprints in the dirt. He noted the footprints he, Catherine and the detective had made and followed some of the others. He snapped the occasional picture and decided whoever had been out here had either been dancing or running around. The footprints went off in crazy patterns and it was hard to tell one set from another.

David arrived within the hour and did his piece. Catherine checked the body for any trace evidence, bagged a few hairs and David loaded the body into his van. He drove away and before he was even out of sight, the skies opened up and began to pour rain.

"This is just great," Catherine shouted to Warrick.

"I don't think we're going to get anything else out here with the rain," he called back, "maybe we should just head back to the lab."

"Okay," Catherine agreed, as the rain was washing away anything that had been left behind. Fortunately, they had taken pictures and collected some evidence before the rain started.

They notified the detective that they were done and ran back to the Denali. Warrick couldn't help but wonder why they were running. They were already drenched and it didn't make any difference at this point. They put their gear in the back of the SUV and dashed to get inside out of the rain.

"Gotta love the rain," Warrick glanced at Catherine's tight, wet shirt.

"Yeah," she grabbed her jacket and slipped it on.

"One thing that we have absolutely no control over," he said.

"And one thing that can really destroy a crime scene," she tried to start the vehicle, but found that it wouldn't start.

"You're kidding me," Warrick looked at her.

"No, I'm not," she sighed, "damn it. And the detective's already gone."

"I guess I should go check the engine," he started to slide out of the vehicle again.

"Wait, maybe the rain will let up soon," Catherine grabbed his arm, "if it doesn't, I'll let you out."

"You're keeping me prisoner?" he joked.

"Very funny," she rolled her eyes, "I'll call Grissom and tell him we're having car problems so no one starts to worry."

A/N: I feel so bad for not updating in…well forever. But you know how it is, life catches up to you, writer's block in the most severe form hits you. I give up on making promises or guessing about when I'll be updating next, it never seems to work out how I think it will. Thanks to those of you who actually continue reading this. I know it's been months.