Sara spent the early part of her first break fighting off another wave of nausea. At least she still didn't have the headache from the evening commute to work. She had never been sick like this that she could recall. When she had been sick in the past, she had always found a way to do her job nonetheless. Come to think of it, was it natural to be like this for the past two days already? She wasn't sure but she did know that she was going to resign to paperwork this shift, even if it killed her.

After scrounging in the cabinets for Pepto Bismol tablets, she got another water bottle from the vending machine and headed to the conference room to tackle cold cases for the next several hours.

The only things Greg dreaded more than spending time in the Trace lab were child abuse/neglect cases and burn victims. Just his luck, he had no choice but to deal with two of the three. Part of him wanted to march down to Grissom's office and call the man a sadist. What good would that do though? Since he knew as well as everyone that Grissom wanted his children to face their demons, not run and hide from them.

He hoped he could simply drop off the evidence bags and slip out unnoticed. Such was not the case.

"Finally decided to come back to work with the rest of us lowly rodents?"

What the hell? Greg blinked at him. "Just run the tests."

Hodges smirked and moved the evidence bags to the backlogged inbox as Greg made a beeline for the door. Anything to be away from this fruitcake. Maybe he would go have that chat with Papa Grissom after all.

She was starting to go crosseyed and needed to stretch her legs. The cool night air was refreshing as she paced outside the crime lab. She knew she should stop at the diner across the street for a bite to eat, but she wasn't sure if she could keep any of it down. Better safe than sorry, she figured as she headed back inside.

Sara stopped by the A/V lab before returning to her files. Greg's old habits were starting to rub off onto her. She grabbed the spare boombox that sat on the shelf and quickly flipped through Archie's cd collection, selecting a few to listen to for the duration of the shift, before settling into the conference room again.

As she sat down, water bottle in hand, she flipped open the file laying on the top of the stack as Billie Joe Armstrong's angsty lyrics filled the room, soothing her.

Where was that goddamn noise coming from? Sanders had long since given up that annoying habit of his, and the gossip mills said he was in autopsy at the moment. Hodges left his lab and followed the grating racket to its source. At least it wasn't Manson. He'd give whoever it was that much credit. On the other hand, it sounded like something Lindsey would listen to if Grissom or Catherine let her get away with it, which they probably did.

He arched his brows as he found the other Sanders poring over a stack of casefiles.

"I would have taken you for a Sinatra girl instead."

Sara looked up, startled. "Do you need something? You don't often come out of your cave without a reason."

He pursed his lips. "I was simply wondering who it might be who shares your husband's bad taste in that crap he calls music."

She wrinkled her forehead in confusion. "I don't see anyone else complaining. And for the record I don't even share his tastes."

"Well. If you need me, I'll be in my 'cave'." He gave her a half smile as he retreated from the room.

She raised her brow and shook her head as she watched him leave. Sara felt another bout of nausea hit, not nearly as strong as earlier but still noticeable. Smiling to supress her gag reflex, her mind wandered through the possibilities of what would trigger it. She didn't have food poisoning, otherwise she was sure Greg would have it too and he didn't show any signs. She didn't have the flu. Was she pregnant? She could ask Wendy in DNA to run a test, but she still wasn't sure the woman was ready to be trusted with such private information, knowing how quickly rumors spread in the lab.

She had solved two cold cases during shift. Now she just sat on the couch in the breakroom, her leather jacket draped across her lap, as she flipped through a magazine while waiting for Greg. Sara simply wanted to go home and crawl into bed for the next several hours. But they had no food left in the apartment so a trip to Walmart was in order.

As soon as they had their groceries picked out, Sara stopped by the pharmacy area at the other end of the store. She didn't know which was the most accurate so she dumped three different pregnancy tests into the cart, along with an equal number of bags of Valentine chocolates. Greg simply raised his brows, not sure what to make of the situation.

"Hey there, cutie!"

Oh god no. Greg knew that voice anywhere. It had been ages since he had been in high school but he was pretty sure that school hours were in session right about now.

"Greg? Who's that?"

Not turning around to face the source of the greeting, he groaned. "That's a friend of Lindsey's who I met, unfortunately, at her dance a few months ago when I was chaperoning. The girl thinks I'm available for her torture."

Sara had to grin at the absurdity of it all. "Do you want to break her heart or do you want me to?"

"Will you, please?"

She gave the girl a fake smile. "You like my husband? I also hear you're underage, and he actually likes older women so I guess that wouldn't include you. Next time, you'll be looking at jail time. Oh and Lindsey's dad is our boss by the way, and I don't think you want to be on his bad side, do you?"

Sara noticed the girl's face turn white as she sprinted off the other direction.

Turning to Greg, she said, "All taken care of."

He smiled and kissed her nose. "Thanks, love. I owe you one."

Greg had to work but Sara had the day, well night, off. She tried to sleep off the pounding headache, snuggling into his side of the bed that was still warm with his scent lingering in the sheets. However the nausea kicked in and forced her to the bathroom.

Eyeing the boxes of pregnancy tests that sat on the counter, she fought an inner battle. Should I? Shouldn't I? What the hell? Just get it over with and see what happens. How bad can it be?

She ripped the first box open and administered the test. Reading the directions as she waited, she hoped that the results would be positive. Even though she wasn't the best with kids, she really wanted this one with Greg, and any more that the fates decided to give them.

"You should have seen it. There was this kid flirting with Sanders and his wife scared her off with the threat of Grissom on her tail. Plus Sara bought out the place of their pregnancy tests and holiday chocolate."

Greg's eyes widened as he walked in the Trace lab to retrieve his results from the previous day.

Nick laughed at the lab tech's latest tale and turned to the dark skinned CSI standing beside him. "$50 says it was a honeymoon baby."

"God, you people have no shame." Hodges exasperated. He was only the messenger after all. "Speak of the devil. Got your results right here. Although I think the one Sara has will be much better news for you."

Greg rolled his eyes and curled his upper lip, baring his teeth. What did he ever do to deserve this punishment?