Author's Note: Thanks a ton to everybody who's reviewed. You have no idea how much it means that there are now officially over TWO HUNDRED reviews! It made me so happy when I saw that. Thank you SO much. It means a lot to me to know that even though I took forever to update, you guys are still with me. I feel like this story is getting a bit boring, so it's time to run out the big guns. I know you'll hate me for what I'm going to do within the next few chapters, but please please PLEASE stick around just a bit longer. I have good reason, and I think there is a method to my madness. I promise fluff will return soon! I promise I promise I promise!

This chapter is dedicated to bauerfreak, just because it's your birthday. Actually, I don't think it's your birthday, because I think tomorrow is your birthday, but I doubt I'll have another chapter up for your birthday, since your birthday comes too soon after this birthday present chapter which is a present for your birthday, which is tomorrow. Don't you love how many times I said "birthday" in one sentence? That's pro, that is. Anyway, I'm sorry that this chapter will be kind of depressing, but it's still your present. Don't hate me!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I'd write one in Chinese here, but it'd show up completely as boxes.

Nick and Sara had been back in Vegas for a week and a half. Sara had been experiencing severe stomach cramps lately, so she made an appointment to see Dr. Holmes again.

"When's your appointment?" Nick asked.

"It's on Saturday at 9:30," she answered. "Want to come?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied, "if I'm not working." He'd gotten over how awkward it was last time, and for some reason, being married had almost instantly changed all that. It was different now.

By now, just about the entire lab knew that Sara was pregnant, since they'd decided together to tell everybody. Mia had been really excited for her, and had been bombarding her with questions about names and nursery colours and stuff like that. Greg actually had to sit down when he heard the news, and Warrick had just done the typical guy thing, a short "congratulations" and waggled his eyebrows a few times at Nick.

Catherine and Mia were already planning a baby shower, even though Sara was only a month and a half or so into her pregnancy. She enjoyed watching them discuss everything so eagerly; they were like kids in a candy store.

Everybody else walked into the break room within the next few minutes and plopped down on the couches and in the chairs. Greg, as usual, managed to smuggle in some Blue Hawaiian from his secret stash without anyone finding out where it came from.

Sara pouted. "Go figure. The one time you decide to break out the good stuff, I can't have any."

"What do you mean?" Greg asked, somewhat oblivious.

She rolled her eyes. "Caffeine, Greg. I can't have any." She put one hand over her stomach.

"Oh, right." He looked a bit disappointed. Truth be told, he'd gotten it out specially for her. He'd always held on to that shred of hope that maybe there was a chance of something between them. Of course, the whole marrying Nick thing and carrying his child kind of made Greg think that maybe there wasn't too much hope after all, but he figured, he could always dream, right?

"Just for doing that, Sanders, when I have this baby, you're bringing me a steaming cup of your coffee every day for a month," Sara said, raising an eyebrow as she had a commanding tone in her voice.

Greg decided that now might be a good time to be chivalrous, in a sense. "Well, if you can't have any, then I won't have any either."

She sighed. "Come on, Greg, you don't have to do that. There's no point in neither of us being able to function."

"Thank you!" he said, a bit too eagerly. Everybody laughed. They all knew that Greg couldn't live without his coffee.

Grissom, who hadn't been there, walked in and said, "Alright, enough chitchat. Time for assignments. Warrick, you have a B&E on Tropicana. Catherine, Greg, you're with me. We have a double homicide at a Shimmer. Nick, Sara, if you can keep your hands off of each other, you're together on a rape case off Boulder Highway."

Sara's face fell visibly, but she reluctantly took the slip out of Grissom's outstretched hand. "Which would you rather today, Stokes? Country music or driving?"

"I'll take country music, I think. You drive," he said, dangling the Denali keys in front of her. She smirked at him smugly and snatched the keys out of his hand, turning on her heel and sauntering away.

They were driving out to the scene, country music playing at full blast through all of the Denali's loudspeakers. This was one of the few songs that Sara knew the words to, so she was singing along.

Suddenly, her face contorted in pain and the SUV swerved, narrowly avoiding running off the road.

Nick grabbed the dash. "Sara!" He was worried. She managed to slam on the brakes, throwing them both into their seat belts.

She was almost screaming now from pain. Her hands were crossed over her stomach as she bent as far forward as the steering wheel would allow her to. Sweat was pouring down her face.

Nick reached for his cell phone, hands shaking, and called 911 as fast as he could.

Author's Note: Yes, I know I'm cruel for leaving it there and for making it so short, but I'm tired and I want to go to bed. Bauerfreak, you may just get another chapter on your real birthday. It remains to be seen. Review, people!