Author's Note: Actually, I don't think I'm going to give up this case thing. I got a really good idea from an actual case a few years ago, and the way I've started, it actually really fits in rather nicely. Let's just see how this turns out. I've got to warn you all, though, I'm going to have all of the evidence, and the bodies and stuff moved back to Vegas and processed there. I like the Vegas crew too much to leave them out of this fic for too much longer. But I'm not going to do it regularly, with doubles and all that. I want…well, you'll see what I want.

Replies to my anonymous reviewers:

To MollyMKS: It's pronounced "See-are-ah" or "See-air-ah". Are you Irish? Because that's awesome. I'm actually naming this baby after somebody AWESOME who has been a huge inspiration to me! (You know who you are!) Haha – I have over twenty pictures of him and Eric Szmanda, the other very fetching young man on CSI on my phone now. My friends officially think I'm obsessed. Which is true. Thanks for the review!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: (Special thanks to Little Tussi for this one, because now the Norwegian is actually correct!) Jeg eier ikke, Jeg skapte ikke, Jeg vil desperat ha George.

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Back in Vegas, Nick and Sara unloaded the Denali with all of the evidence. As expected, two SUVs pulled up behind them in a few minutes carrying the bodies back. Sara suppressed a laugh when the driver of one got out of the vehicle as fast as he could and vomited. He must be a rookie, she thought.

The other driver took it much better. He managed to keep his lunch down, but wore a ginger look on his face. Even body bags didn't mask the smell of decomp.

Doc Robbins and Dave came out to help get the bodies inside, while Sara and Nick took the evidence.

Grissom greeted them at the door and said, "You guys look exhausted. Take your break before you start, okay?"

They happily agreed, thankful that they could rest for a few minutes. They'd be less likely to miss something that way.

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"Are you sure we should be doing this here?" Sara whispered loudly.

"Relax, it's not as if we're going to get caught," Nick replied.

He pulled her into the vacant layout room and quickly shut the door. Sara reached for the light switch, flicking on the fluorescence overhead.

Nick reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He took out all the pictures and laid them out strategically.

"You are going to have to explain this to me about fifty times," Sara said.

He laughed. "If I can remember them all."

He had laid the pictures in sort of a makeshift family tree. "Okay, so this is my mom and Cisco. These are my siblings, Ethan, Michele, Isabella, Flora, Lindsay, and Stephanie. But Lindsay usually goes by Silo." When Sara gave him a funny look, he said, "Don't ask." He laid out six more pictures on top of those. "These are their spouses. This is Jane, Magnus, Ewan, Peter, Simon, and Ryan. Here comes the tricky part now." Thirty-five pictures had to be arranged, including the latest sonogram picture of Kiefer. He went through them all, and by the time he was done, Sara looked a bit pale.

"And I have to meet all these people?" she asked.

"Not just meet them. Live with them while we're in Texas, eat with them, talk to them, love them." He smiled. "But don't worry. They'll love you, I'm sure of it."

She kissed him gently. "Can we please not talk about all of your cousins right now? This is too much information to absorb."

He chuckled. "Yeah, it's a lot." Now he grinned. "Wait until you see our Dutch Blitz tournaments."

"What's Dutch Blitz?" Sara asked.

He raised his eyebrows. "Vegetarian, never been to Texas, doesn't know how to ride a horse, and doesn't know what Dutch Blitz is? Wow, you'll fit in real well."

She punched him on the arm.

"It's a card game," he explained. "It's also a speed game. Put ten sets of Dutch Blitz cards in a room full of over a hundred people, and you've got a party that could rival most Super Bowl parties."

She whistled. Bigger than a Super Bowl party? Sara knew how much Nick liked his Super Bowl, so he knew what he was talking about. "You'll have to teach me," she said.

"Oh, don't worry. It's really easy to pick up. Perfecting your technique, now that's the tricky part."

"There's technique involved? Is this a really physical game?" she asked, biting her lip.

"Well, it can get physical sometimes, but usually only between the guys. Don't worry, I'll teach you all my tricks," he assured her.

"Thanks." She leaned in to kiss him again. Neither of them heard the door open.

"Ahem," Warrick cleared his throat, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

They both pulled away and Sara blushed.

"You're just lucky it was me and not Grissom," he scolded.

"Yeah, but you wouldn't tell anyway, right?" Nick half-teased.

"Course not," he reassured, smiling at Sara. "But we need this room to examine some photos."

"Sure," Sara said, as Nick started to gather up all his family photos.

Warrick whistled. "Nick, I knew you had a big family, but…damn!"

They both laughed, walking out together, headed for the break room.

It was empty, so they crashed down on the couch together. Nick leaned into the corner and Sara snuggled up against him. "I wanted to ask you something," she said.

"Anything."

"Can we not tell anyone about me being pregnant for a while?" she asked.

"You're what?" they heard a very familiar voice say. They turned to see Catherine standing there.

Nick and Sara glanced at each other as if to say, Well, so much for that.

"I'm pregnant," Sara said matter-of-factly.

Catherine smiled a huge smile. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks," they said together.

"When did you find out?" she asked.

"Yesterday," Sara replied.

Grissom came into the room just then and Catherine blurted out, "Sara's pregnant!"

"Catherine!" Sara said, slightly embarrassed and a bit annoyed.

With a sheepish grin on her face, Catherine said, "Oops."

Grissom pursed his lips together. "Pregnant?"

To Nick, Sara said, "This 'secret' is rapidly becoming public."

"Yep."

"Yes, Grissom, I'm pregnant. Would you like to know anything else?" she said, rather shortly.

He held up his hands in surrender. "I didn't ask."

She sighed. "I'm sorry. I just…argh. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," he assured.

Now Sara repeated her question. "Can we please just keep this between us for now?"

"Sure," they all agreed in unison.

"Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know that you can all go home. We're going to continue this case later. You guys had a hard day yesterday, most likely. The citizens of Jackpot are not always entirely cooperative, from what I can remember."

Nick laughed. "Thanks, Gris."

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They were home now, sitting on Sara's couch. "Why do you want to keep it a secret?" Nick asked.

"Well, I don't know. I just…the first trimester is the danger zone, right? So let's just lay low until we're through that."

"Fair enough," he said. "It's your choice. You're the one carrying our baby."

"Or babies," she corrected.

"Or babies," he repeated. He changed his tone. "You just made the doctor's appointment, right?"

"Yeah…"

"When is it?" he asked.

"Thursday at three."

"Can I…well…"

"What, Nick?"

"Can I come?"

She laughed. "Of course you can. Why else do you think I already phoned Grissom and made sure that he knew we were both going to be gone, regardless of if we were pulling a double?"

He was relieved. "Good."

"When are we going to Texas?" she asked.

"To meet my family?" he asked. She nodded. "When do you want to go?"

"As soon as we can," she replied eagerly.

"Good. I already booked a flight for Saturday."

She squealed with delight. "So, did you talk to Grissom?"

"Yeah, while you were in the bathroom throwing up."

"Thanks for reminding me," she pouted. "You try being pregnant," she whined.

"Uh, Sara, in case you haven't noticed, that's not really an option for me."

"Work with me here," she said.

"What do you want to do, have a psychologist session?" he asked sarcastically.

"Relax, all I said was that you should try being pregnant," she said, laughing.

"And all I said was that it isn't really an option for me," he retorted.

They stared at each other angrily for a minute before a smile began to tug at the corners of Nick's mouth. Finally he gave in, and they erupted into a fit of giggles.

"This will sound really weird, but…" Nick started to say.

"What will sound really weird?" prompted Sara.

"Well, will you…will you tell me what it's like?" he asked, a bit embarrassed at his own words.

"Being pregnant?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, still not meeting her gaze.

"Why?"

"I don't know…that's why I thought it would sound weird. I just…want to know, I guess."

"Okay, well, for starters, puking like twice a day sucks. And my head really hurts. That's about it so far."

"Oh…well." He was a bit surprised that she'd been so blunt.

"Believe me, I'll keep you posted," she assured.

Amusement flickered across his face. "I'm sure you will."

She threw a pillow at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Nick looked at her, playing dumb. "I don't know, what do you think it means?"

She rolled her eyes. "Men."

This entire conversation had been rather embarrassing for Nick, and now that was starting to take its toll. First asking if he could come to her doctor's appointment, then asking if she'd tell him what being pregnant is like.

Nick yawned.

"Tired, Cowboy?" she asked.

"Hey, that reminds me. I have to teach you how to play Dutch Blitz!" he said, a bit too excitedly.

"Not now, Nick, I'm too tired. Oh, that's the other thing. Even after only two days or whatever, I'm all of a sudden exhausted. I, Sara Sidle, do not get tired. Much less exhausted. What's that all about?"

"Why are you asking me? I wouldn't know," he shrugged.

"Right, Mr. I-Have-Five-Sisters-So-Now-Apparently-I'm-The-Expert-On-Women."

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. "When we go to Texas, you can talk to Stephanie. Actually, you can talk to anybody. Well, the women, anyway. I'm not sure you'd get very far with any of the guys."

"Stephanie's the pregnant one, right?" she asked, a little confused.

"Yeah."

"I can't wait to meet your family!" she squealed.

"Oh, you will, darlin'. You will," he said, as he flashed her another of his famous heart-stopping grins.

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Author's Note: For the record, Dutch Blitz is a real game. It's not just any game, though. It's the game. So much fun. You should see my family go at it. See, the trick is to slam your cards down really hard, so that...well, you'll see why in the next couple of chapters. That is, if you keep reviewing! Again, I need tons of names, because I still have to name Nick's cousins.