A/N: Thanks for all who've reviewed (would list you all by name, but I don't want to be on hit list). Last chapter reposted-enjoy! Oh, and thank you to ObessedTWFan-I couldn't quite remember the line.

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"Thanks for having Lindsay watch Robyn for us," Sara muttered quietly to Catherine, watching as Nick swept the sleeping girl into his strong arms. The older woman had the night off, thanks to much hand cramping and Grissom's paperwork on her part.

Holding up her hands in a don't-thank-me gesture, the strawberry blonde shook her head. "It's no problem. Linds was glad to watch her." Darting her cerulean eyes between her two colleagues, Catherine quirked an eyebrow. "So where's-"

"Greg? Pulling double on his case," replied Sara, taking Robyn from Nick, being cautious as to not jolt the child awake. As his best friend took the precious bundle from him, the cowboy CSI wrapped a loving arm around her shoulders.

"It's gonna be triple in an hour," Nick added, chuckling. He and Sara were lucky-their case that night was an open and shut robbery, and therefore Grissom had sent them home early to Robyn. Unluckily for Greg, he and the others had an arson case.

"Thought he'd be here with you guys. After all, he's-"

"Where's Daddy?" interrupted a quiet whisper, muffled by the silken fabric of Sara's maroon shirt.

Adjusting her hold on her daughter, the brunette smiled as she looked down at long blonde hair.. "Daddy's at work, sweetie."

Holding back matching smirks, Catherine and Nick exchanged amused glances. "She's got you wrapped around her finger, Sar," the Texan couldn't help but grin at how motherly Sara had become the last few weeks.

"Thought he would have come home with his wife," commented Catherine, a knowing twinkle in her eye.

Sara laughed lightly, a pleasant expression on her face. "Who knew?"

It was hard to believe-at first. After all, who knew that the once-labrat would actually marry, let alone marry the one woman he was always serenading with cheesy pick-up lines?

But it was more surprising when that one woman said yes.

Grand affair it was not: no lavish dresses, no fanciful wedding receptions. Just the graveyard shift, them, Robyn, and a badly-impersonating Elvis.

And Sara had only one thing to say about one-night stands:

Thank you, thank you very much.