Author's Note: I think I have officially died and gone to heaven. At least, if I stacked all the reviews I've gotten end to end, they might get me halfway there. Ninety-five reviews! Thanks a million George Eadses to everybody who read, and thanks a billion George Eadses to everybody who reviewed! Sorry that last chapter was so short, I just thought that a slight cliffhanger was too good to pass up.

Sorry that it's taken me so long to update, but now it's Spring Break so I have much time to write! Yay!

As always, here are my replies to my beloved anonymous reviewers:

To Allie: Glad you liked the way I had her tell him. The reference to Twenty Questions was actually something I stole straight out of Ocean's Eleven, but I thought it was even more perfect since George did play Evel Kneivel. I love that he's sensitive so I decided to play on that a bit. Glad you enjoyed, and, as always, thanks for the review.

To stepfordchild: Actually, they did, I just didn't write it explicitly. If you reread the end of Chapter Eight, that's my subtle way of telling y'all that they finally hooked up!

To jd: Wow, I'm so glad that you stayed up late to read my story! I'm working on making my chapters longer. Thanks for the review, as always.

To MollyMKS: Thanks for the review! I have no idea where the Twenty Questions thing really came from. Just kind of came up behind me, grabbed me, and wouldn't let me go until I wrote it down. I recently saw Ocean's Eleven again, and the scene with the Twenty Questions reference to Evel Kneivel was too good to pass up.

Spoilers: Very minor spoiler to 'Bully for You'

Disclaimer: Do I look like Jerry Bruckheimer to you?

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"You're pregnant?" Nick asked, almost choking on his mashed potatoes.

Warily, Sara answered, "Yes…" She wasn't sure how he was going to react.

To Sara's surprise, he said, "That's great!" A heart-stopping grin spread across his face.

Instantly, Sara was relieved. "You think so?"

"Of course I think so! How could I not think so?" he asked.

"Well, I don't know…never mind, it's not important." She quickly took another bite of asparagus.

"Sara, you can tell me." There was something reassuring in his voice that calmed Sara right down.

She took a deep breath. She felt kind of stupid telling him this. "Well, did you know that pregnant women account for more than 60 percent of all murders of women? And that the vast majority of the time, the father is the murderer?"

Nick's jaw dropped. Quietly, he asked, "You thought I would kill you? For something I did?" He wasn't really sure whether to be concerned or insulted, but he chose the concerned route since he didn't really think she needed to have to deal with him being insulted.

She shrugged, looking down, rearranging her food on the plate. "I don't know…I never really seriously thought you would, but I can't really help the thought crossing my mind, especially after what we've seen at work."

Now he understood, and the concerned part definitely won over. "Sara, look at me. I would never hurt you. Okay? NEVER. I love you more than you can ever know and more than I can ever tell you."

She looked up now. A small smile flickered across her face. "I love you too," she said, voice cracking a little bit as he could see her eyes well up.

"Shh, shh. Don't cry," he said, taking her hand in his across the table.

This made her want to cry even more, and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She was immediately embarrassed and reached over for some tissue. "Damn hormones," she muttered.

To this, Nick just leaned over and kissed her. "Finish your supper and we'll talk some more after. No need to ruin this fine meal," he said, complimenting Sara on the delicious food they had in front of them.

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"Do you want a boy or a girl?" Sara asked.

Nick laughed. "Like we have a choice."

"I know, but which do you want? And don't give me that stupid line about it not mattering, as long as it's healthy. That's so cliché."

"Well, I really don't care, honestly. I think I'd really like a girl, though, if I had to choose. How about you?" he asked, turning the tables.

"I'd like a girl too," she said quietly.

"What names do you like?"

"A bit early for that, don't you think? I'm only a couple days in."

"I know. I just want to know what you think."

"I've always really liked Madeline. And Tara," she added. Nick wrinkled his face at Tara. Sara laughed. "Okay, maybe not Tara. Got any better ideas?"

He thought for a moment, and then looked up as though he'd just found the perfect name. "Lana."

"Lana." She thought about it. "That's a nice name. Not my favourite, but it's okay."

They continued to eat, and the talk about names was forgotten.

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"We collected all the evidence for the scene, right?" Nick asked.

"Yeah. We could go back to Vegas if you want to."

"Well, a few more hours shouldn't make too much of a difference. Want to watch some TV?" he suggested.

"Sure." They sat down on the couch and Nick grabbed the remote, flicking on the TV.

"Who…are you? Who, who? Who, who?" came some music from the TV.

"What's this?" Nick wondered out loud.

"Oh! It's that show, I think it's called CSI or something like that. It's about crime scene investigators in Las Vegas," Sara said.

"Who the heck would want to watch a show about crime scene investigators?" Nick asked.

"I really don't know. But apparently, it's the number one show in the country and Canada."

As George Eads' picture came onto the screen, Sara said, "He's cute."

Nick swatted her. "What's up with his jaw? It's huge!"

"I like big jaws," Sara defended. "But he's not as cute as you," she added.

He grinned. "She's hot," he said, gesturing towards the shot of Jorja Fox. "But I much prefer you," he said, laying on his drawl a little more thickly than usual and leaning over to kiss her.

"They'd make a cute couple, don't you think?" Sara said.

"Yeah. Much better than her and that William Petersen guy."

"Who the heck is William Petersen?" Sara asked.

"I don't really know. But there's just something messed up about them having a relationship. It's like he's dating his daughter or something."

"Yeah, it is. Hey, doesn't she look a lot like Catherine?" Sara pointed out.

"Yeah, she does, actually." Nick tilted his head to the side. He pressed the TV listings button. "'Bully for You'. That's what this episode is called."

They continued to watch, and as the brunette on the TV turned away from a bad decomp and vomited right in front of a very handsome Texan, Sara let out a little squeal as he promised not to tell anyone.

"Girls," Nick muttered.

"Hey! I'm allowed to be human every once in a while too," Sara defended herself.

"I know, it's just that I never went one day without hearing a squeal exactly like that from one of my sisters. That just brought back old memories," he explained.

A knowing look crossed Sara's face. Turning her attention back to the TV, she heard, "You know, a real man wouldn't mind," coming from a semi-geeky DNA tech. He was talking to the brunette about her bad smell.

"This is kind of stupid," Sara said. "He is definitely not a good match for her."

"No, definitely not." Finally, Nick slammed his hand down on the armrest of the couch.

Sara, startled and worried, asked, "What's the matter?"

"I just remembered! We worked a case almost exactly like this about four years ago!"

"Oh, yeah! I remember that!" Then she remembered that, like the TV character, she'd thrown up in front of a very handsome Texan under very similar circumstances.

Nick knew what she was thinking. "Just to let you know, I never did tell anyone."

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks," she said quietly.

"No need to thank me," he reassured.

Sara kept replaying the conversation over supper in her mind. She realized something. "Why do you want a girl? You're always complaining about having five sisters."

He laughed. "I'm not complaining, I'm just…commenting. I really like my sisters, and I think I can relate to girls better. I never spent much time with my brother. Always my sisters. That's just the way I am, I guess."

"I can understand that. Still, your house must have always been a nightmare, with all the permanent PMS, huh?"

He chuckled. "Let's not go there."

They finished watching the show, and then spent the next hour packing up and eventually got into the Denali and started the long drive back to Vegas.

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Author's Note: I wasn't trying to insult anyone with those names. Those aren't even my opinions; it's actually just really random. I kind of ran out of names after Chapter One, because I explained Nick's huge family. If anyone has a name that hasn't already been used, or if you want a character named after yourself, let me know in a review. I could really use more names! That little "Go" button is just begging for you to press it!