Greg tossed and turned on his edge of the bed, literally. He vaguely remembered when their double bed seemed almost spacious. Now, he was rationed merely a quarter of the mattress, if even that much, while the rest went to Sara and her huge full length body pillow that she recently purchased. But he figured that was merely a small price to pay since he wasn't complaining in the least about her raging hormones that made her hornier than usual in the last few weeks.

Normal people would have considered this mid-day, but to two nightshift officers, three-thirty in the afternoon was considered sleeping time if you were pulling a regular shift.

"Greg, are you awake?"

Who was she kidding?

He mumbled in response, eyes still closed.

"Good. I have a craving for a hot roast beef sandwich."

His eyes popped open and he rolled over to raise a brow at her. Surely aliens had to have abducted his wife and left him with this imposter, while forgetting about or ignoring her idiosyncrasies.

"Sara, you're a vegetarian."

"I'm also pregnant, if you haven't noticed."

"Ok fine." He stood up and started rummaging on the floor for his boxers and whichever pair of jeans hadn't yet made their way to the hamper. Pulling on a tshirt, he asked, "so do you want me you bring you takeout or do you plan to get dressed and go to the diner?"

"I have to work tomorrow."

"And I don't? You've gotten by for years on less sleep than anyone other than Grissom. Another night is not going to kill you."

Her lips pursed into a fine line. He did have a point. Shaking her head at him, she tossed the covers aside and changed into jeans and a short sleeved maternity top.

At the diner, she raised her brow at Greg as he was having a near-orgasm over shrimp salad. She remembered about a year or so ago when all hands were on deck investigating a case involving Old Time Vegas, and how he agonized over Grissom sending away the shrimp salad that the retired showgirl bribed them with. But he claimed the grocery store delis didn't know what good salad was.

Meanwhile Greg watched Sara in amazement. He'd heard stories about pregnant women eating for two and about bizarre cravings, and she'd had a few strange ones already but not weird enough yet to check her into a padded cell. What could possibly make a vegetarian turn into a carnivore?, he wondered. He'd have to ask Catherine about that one.

Sara, Warrick, Greg, and Archie all sat in the breakroom at the table.

"Gawd, ugh! That is alien!"

Archie and Warrick cringed in disgust at her mid-evening snack of Cheetos dipped in a tub of buttercream cake frosting. Greg was immersed in reading the classified section of the paper and didn't look up to see what had caught their attention.

"It can't be any worse than the grilled peanut butter and jelly she fixed for supper."

"Ew."

"Then she dragged me out of bed at 4 in the afternoon for roast beef when she doesn't even eat meat. Not that I can sleep anyway with all of 6 inches of the bed while she and her pillow boyfriend take up the rest."

The other two men laughed as her eyes narrowed.

"And do you know how hard it is to find a cotton candy flavored snowcone in this town? Or any for that matter?"

"Catherine says it's normal. What's the problem?" she shot back at him.

"I guess I don't need to mention that Nick says you remind him of Brad Pitt in Ocean's Eleven." Archie commented as Sara raised her brow. "Something about that you can't be without Sour Skittles while processing a scene. Good thing Grissom hasn't found out about that or he'll have your job."

Warrick's chair screeched against the linoleum floor as he stood to go check on the trace results he had been waiting on. "Don't kill each other, you two."

The end of shift found Sara and Greg sitting anxiously in the waiting area of the realtor's office. They took turns glancing at their watches. They had an appointment fifteen minutes ago and still no one had shown up yet. Greg stood up to ask the receptionist what was going on when an older woman finally came out to greet them.

"Mr. & Mrs. Sanders? I'm Emily Monaghan. Nice to meet you." She shook hands with both of them. "What exactly can we help you find?"

"We're interested in a two or three bedroom house or townhouse, in town of course," Sara told her.

"Let's see what's available and then go from there."

When the house tours were over and an offer was made on one, Sara was riding another sugar high, which was unusual for her. Archie had recommended the mattress store where his sister Maggie worked. They tried out various ones, commenting on each.

Greg had barely opened his mouth to ask her about the various furniture styles when he heard soft snoring behind him. He turned around to find Sara curled up on one of the feather mattresses that was the latest style, with her arm draped over her swollen belly.

He looked over at Maggie and told her "I guess we'll take that one. In a king size."