Disclaimer: Don't own CSI, don't have a beta, don't have an excuse for mistakes...Gosh, saying what ya don't have so much can make you a little sad.

A/N: I felt bad for taking so long to update last time so here's chapter eight. That's two updates in the same day. Ok, so technically it's not in the same day, but considering I haven't been to bed yet, I think it counts. Hope you like the chapter. A little character interaction for you.

Chapter Eight: Business as Usual

Catherine walked into the Crime Lab for shift the next day feeling incredibly light. She didn't know why she was in such in high spirits, exactly, considering she knew that the upcoming months would be hell and that telling Warrick would be no picnic either. Not to mention all the questions and doubts she knew lurked in the darkness of her mind, but for the time being she was just content to be happy.

Her smile was bright as she entered the break room. Warrick was making coffee and Sara was at the table, reading the paper. "Hey Warrick. Hey Sara."

"Hey Cath," Warrick said looking up from his mug. He looked tired. She'd have to ask him about that.

"Hey. Feel better?" Sara asked, setting the paper aside.

Catherine grabbed a chocolate muffin off the counter that obviously belonged to Warrick, tearing a chunk off and popping it in her mouth. "Much better, thanks."

Warrick raised an eyebrow at Catherine. "Want my coffee too?"

She grinned at him. "Nah, I'm good thanks." Sara laughed and Catherine focused her attention back on her. "Who'd of thought you could play nurse?"

Nick walked in on the tail end of her question. "Sara? Playing nurse? I'd love to see that," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

Catherine chuckled. "Down Nicky. I got a little sick yesterday. Sara took care of me for a while."

His eyebrows shot up. "Sara playing nurse for you? I'd pay to see that. Good money, too. Was one of those little outfits involved?"

Warrick laughed and Sara threw an apple at his head.

He caught it and wiped it on his shirt. "Thanks," he said, giving her one of his dashing grins and taking a bite. "Nice curve ball by the way." He turned to Catherine, missing the face Sara made at him, "What was wrong?"

She shrugged. "Bad choice of lunch," she replied, which was true enough. God-only-knew-how-old seafood salad was a bad choice for lunch, especially if you happened to be pregnant.

Warrick leaned against the counter, concern etched on his features. "You okay?"

Catherine gave him a small smile, meeting his gaze. "Oh, I'm great."

Nick watched their little exchange with interest. He and Sara exchange glances and he wondered if she picked up on the same thing he did. He'd have to ask her. "So," he took a casual bite of the apple, his words interrupting whatever it was that was going on between his co-workers,"I wonder what's keeping Griss."

As if on cue, their supervisor walked in the room.

"Sorry I'm late. Ecklie had questions about the Peterson case." He shuffled through the small stack of papers in his hand. "Ok. Nick, Sara, you've got a B&E at the Bellagio."

Nick tossed the apple core in the garbage. "B&E at the Bellagio? Doesn't that sound fake?"

Sara nodded as they headed out of the break room, "Yeah. Completely made-up."

Nick nodded and then looked at her and grinned. "So about that nurse's outfit..."

They heard a smacking sound followed by "Oww! I was just. Jeez, Sar'," and Catherine and Warrick chuckled.

Grissom's eyebrows rose, but he didn't bother saying anything. Some things just weren't meant to be understood, if you asked him. "Warrick, you've got a DB on G-String Row. Probable homicide, possible O.D. Take Greg."

Catherine chuckled dryly. "He'll love that..."

Warrick grinned and sipped his coffee.

"Catherine, you and I have a hit and run off the Strip."

"Good," Catherine said, and both men gave her a questioning look. "I've got a bone to pick with you," she said to Grissom and walked out of the room, leaving them to ponder.

She headed for the parking lot and checked the door of Grissom's Denali. It was unlocked. "Figures," she muttered and climbed in the passenger seat. For all his intellect, he could be quite the absent minded professor.

Grissom emerged from the building a few seconds later, his face betraying slight surprise at finding Catherine already inside his vehicle.

"You left it unlocked," she said, as he climbed into the driver seat.

He gave a slight nod and got settled in, sticking the key in the ignition. "What did you want to tell me Cath? What'd I do this time?"

Catherine chuckled. "Nope, all me this time." She paused a moment. "I'm just gonna come out and say what I have to say, but I don't want any lectures, ok?"

Grissom shot her a sidelong glance, his curiosity piqued. "...Ok."

Catherine took a breath, wondering where all that lightness went so quickly. "I'm pregnant, Gil."

This was one of those moments when she really hated his ability to keep his face completely blank. It was great in the interrogation room, but in real life it was incredibly irritating.

"Congratulations."

She eyed him. "Do you really mean that?"

He glanced at her. "Of course I do. Why would I say it if I didn't?"

The fact that he looked as if he really didn't understand the concept of falsities convinced her. "Well thanks. But I don't want anyone to know. Not yet."

"...Ok."

"And I'm going to need some time off eventually."

"Ok..." He glanced at her, deciding that a few questions did not a lecture make. "How far are you?"

"Two and a half months."...and 3 days and 15 hours, but who's counting? she asked herself.

"Uh, I don't want to intrude, but who's-"

"When he knows, you'll know."

Grissom nodded. "How'd Lindsey take it?"

Catherine glanced out the window. "I, uh, haven't told her yet."

He raised an eyebrow. "Hmm."

"No. No 'hmm' Gil. I haven't had a chance yet. I just found out yesterday."

"Ah," he said with a nod. "Sara told me about the bathroom incident. Does she know?"

"No. And I'd like to keep it that way. Like I said, I don't want anybody to know yet."

"Fine."

They rode in silence for a little while.

"So what're you going to do?" he asked.

She looked at him. "What do you mean? I'm having a baby. You push," she answered wryly.

He shot her a look, knowing she knew exactly what he'd meant. "After that, I mean. Then what?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."

Grissom had plenty more questions he wanted to ask but they arrived at their crime scene and his curiosity would just have to wait.

A/N: Me again (duh, who else would it be). Don't have a teaser for you this time but I do have a suggested read to hold you over cuz knowing me its no telling when I'll update next. The story is called "The Bliss ofLies" and if I do say so myself, it is pure genius. It's written by Sunset, who reviewed chapter seven so you can click her name there. So take a minute and read it, I think it'll be worth your time.-waves-Until next time...