One Week Later

"Sara Elizabeth Grissom, today you are one week and four days old," Sara happily announced to Liz as she removed her from her crib.

The days had gone by fast; A little too fast for Sara.

"You get to go home today. You can see your very own crib and your toys, everything. Are you happy?" Sara continued talking to the infant.

She held Liz close to her chest as she got up from her bed and walked over to the sink.

"Hungry? I thought so," She whispered as she popped a bottle into the microwave.

Liz kicked enthusiastically and Sara stifled a giggle.

Gil, Catherine and Warrick were still asleep; Gil in the chair next to Sara's bed and Catherine resting her head on Warrick's shoulder.

"Here you go."

Sara very gently held the nipple of the bottle close to Liz's mouth and smiled as she locked her pink lips around it.

She slowly paced the room, shifting her eyes from her baby to her surroundings.

It was almost completely silent.

The only noises were Liz's hungry sucking sounds and an occasional groan from Gil.

Sara glanced down as her foot hit something hard; The dog Greg had purchased last week.

She realized that Greg hadn't been sleeping in the room with his colleagues; Perhaps because there was no room or he was still upset that Sara had said Liz wasn't old enough for the toy.

"Piggy," She whispered to Elizabeth as the infant finished the bottle.

Sara shifted Liz to her shoulder to burp her.

"Honey, please don't eat Mommy's hair," She groaned and separated the baby from her shoulder as she tried to get the hair out of Liz's mouth.

"Hold still and I'll help."

Sara spun around to find Gil standing a few feet behind her.

He smiled at Elizabeth and gently pulled the hair from her mouth.

"There. Now don't do that again," He tickled her rosy cheek.

Sara grinned as he walked over to Sara's bed and flopped down on it.

She had tried to convince the trio to go home and sleep but only Warrick and Catherine had agreed; They still came everyday to visit Liz and Sara.

They usually went home after a few hours but this time they had fallen asleep on the couch before being able to go home.

And Gil; He had refused to leave the hospital for anything other than going home to collect a fresh outfit.

"You really should go home," She said as she moved around the room, trying to burp Liz.

Then she remembered.

They were going home today; All of them. Sara, Gil and Elizabeth.

"Gil!" She said much louder than intended.

Warrick shifted in his sleep while Catherine let out a snore.

"We're going home today!"

He sat up as fast as he had laid down; They were going home?

"I have a lot to do," He frantically stated, getting out of the bed and scrambled around the room looking for his other shoe.

Sara put her free hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, take Cath and Warrick with you; I'm sure they will help with whatever you think needs done."

Liz finally burped as Sara finished her sentence.

"What does need done?" She asked as she placed the infant into her crib.

Gil was now tying his shoe as quickly as he could.

"I have to pick up all those toys and clean and go grocery shopping!"

Sara smiled as Liz began chewing on her favorite corner of the blanket Catherine had bought; She did it every night after eating.

"I'll help," She offered.

Gil immediately shook his head; He didn't want her to have to do anything.

"No. Catherine and Warrick can help me. You just relax and I'll see when we can leave," He called as he exited the room.

Sara angrily sighed; She had been cooped up in the hospital for over a wek and quite frankly, she was sick of it.

She was glad that Elizabeth was healthy and doing well, but she was bored out of her mind.

She was over the moon that they were finally going home and she didn't have to be bored for another day.

"Sar, we can leave anytime after noon; Wendy's going to come over in a bit and talk to you. Catherine wake up! I'll be back later," He smiled as he pulled Catherine and Warrick to their feet; That was rather impressive to Sara as Warrick was slightly stronger than Gil and Catherine never wanted to wake up.

But somehow he managed to get them both awake and out the door.

"Liz, Mommy's bored. Do something funny," She grinned at the infant.

Liz simply kicked her legs a few times.

"Hon, that trick is getting old," Sara said with a laugh.