Author's Note: Holy crap. When I came home from school today, I had twenty new emails. TWENTY! And fifteen (or maybe more) of them were reviews! I really can't thank you all enough for that. I had a really bad day, and y'all just made it so great.

And…dun dun DUN…Over three hundred reviews! Thank y'all so much for your support and encouragement, even though the going has been rough the last couple of chapters.

To my late (not that that's a bad thing) Chapter 28 reviewers:

To MollyMKS: I'd kill to be Catherine. See, she and I have the same initials, so whenever I want to be Nick's crying shoulder, I throw in Catherine! Teehee. Thanks for reviewing.

To jd: Clouds will most definitely be lifted, I promise. Thanks for the review.

And now for the Chapter 29 reviewers:

To MollyMKS: It's true, you can only have so much angst in a romance. Glad to hear you like it, and, as always, thanks for reviewing.

To Blondie: Good. I'm glad. Thanks for reviewing.

To Allie: I'm glad you agree with me. It is quite depressing to write so much angst, (to me, anyway). Baby news in this chapter!

To CSI-wanna-be23: Thanks a lot. Baby news in this chappie!

To jd: Thanks for the suggestion. Keep reading to see what I did with it. Two months isn't actually that long of a time to recover, but just

A note to bauerfreak: I loved your line about "questionable car dancing" too much not to use it, so I totally stole it from you! (Just let me know if you want me to take it out.)

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: "Disclaimer" implies I have something to disclaim.

It was negative.

A feeling of utter disappointment came over Sara. She didn't really realize how much she'd wanted a baby until she didn't have one.

She came out of the bathroom, and Nick, pacing nervously, stopped and raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"I'm not pregnant," she said, sadness in her voice.

"Oh, Sara," he said. He knew how much she wanted to be pregnant. He came closer to her and embraced her, rubbing her back as she started to cry softly. She was especially emotional today, he noticed.

She didn't cry for very long, and when she finished, she said, "I'm sorry. I don't really know what's wrong with me. I can't control my crying."

He asked sensitively, "Is it going to be that time of month, Sar?"

He instantly regretted asking. Boy, if looks could kill. She looked at him, clearly telling him that that was something you just didn't ask a woman.

"Yes, if you must know," she snapped, exasperated.

He raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, sorry." He looked around the room for a distraction, but finding none, he said, "I'm just going to go to work early, okay?"

"Fine," she snapped.

Nick kissed her on the forehead and left the house. He wracked his brain, thinking. He only wished he knew what he'd done wrong.

He was there over an hour early, so he sat on the bench in the locker room, rubbing his forehead tiredly.

Catherine arrived about fifteen minutes after him, and motherly instinct kicked in. "Sara problems?" she asked.

"Big time," he answered.

She sighed. "What did you do?"

He was slightly insulted. "What do you mean, what did I do? Why do you automatically assume that it's my fault?"

"Nick, I'm not oblivious. Just the way you're sitting there rubbing your forehead is a dead giveaway that you feel bad about something you did."

He sighed. Why did she have to be so observant? "I'm not really sure what I did," he answered. "We took a pregnancy test and it was negative, she started crying, she said that she couldn't control her crying, and then I asked her if it was going to be that time of month soon."

At the last point, Catherine instantly smirked. "That's it, right there. No man should ask that question."

He sighed, rolling his eyes. A stupid question that he had been stupid enough to mistake for one that he had the right to ask, since they were married. "I don't understand it. I've always been really direct with my sisters, why is it different with Sara?"

His naïveté was so precious to Catherine. "Just trust me, Nick, don't ask her again unless she brings it up."

"Okay, Cath. Thanks."

"Not a problem," she replied, smiling.

Sara arrived about half an hour later, and, after quickly finding Nick, hauled him off to a corner of the lab.

"Nick, I'm sorry about earlier," she came right out with it.

"That's okay, honey, I shouldn't have asked you. It's none of my business."

"Well, if I'm going to be an emotional wreck and treat you poorly, you have a right to know why, even though it's not an excuse," she replied.

"Fair enough."

Sara nodded, but after a minutes, she bit her lip nervously, and he noticed it.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"There's something else," she said.

He tilted his head forward and nodded slightly, signalling to her that she could tell him.

"I threw up right after you left."

Nick thought he could have fainted right there.

After shift, Nick raced into a drugstore and bought all six brands of pregnancy tests they carried. He didn't want to risk a wrong result, like they might have gotten this morning. After all, these things were only 99.7 percent accurate.

The clerk eyed him suspiciously, but ran them through the register anyway.

Nick didn't think he could have driven home any slower, even though they were already driving above the speed limit.

At home, Nick practically pushed Sara into the bathroom to take the test. She did, and came out for the two minutes it would take for the result to show.

They were both equally anxious, but when the timer they'd set went off, Nick restrained her from going in right away. He pulled her close, holding her hands, saying what he'd said last time.

"Whatever it says, I love you."

"I love you too," she answered, and kissed him. Then she went into the bathroom and picked up the test once more.

Sara came out of the bathroom with a bigger grin than Nick had ever seen.

"You'd better go pick up some green apples," she said with a glint in her eye.

The grin had proved to be infectious, as now Nick bore one that rivalled Sara's.

"I'll make an appointment with Dr. Holmes as soon as I can," she said. "Are you going to come?"

"I'd like to, I'll talk to Grissom. Have you noticed that he seems to be a lot more lenient about us taking time off ever since we got married?" Nick asked.

"Now that you mention it, yeah. Especially a while ago, when I left for three weeks." A hint of sadness was evident in her face as she remembered why she'd taken the time off.

"Well, we'd better start getting ready for work. Shift starts in less than half an hour, you know," he said, trying to change the subject.

"Okay. I call the bathroom!" she said childishly.

Grissom, Sara, and Nick all piled into one Denali, on their way to a decomp scene. Sara and Nick sat in the back together while Grissom drove. Sara remembered something she'd wanted to tell Nick but had forgotten.

She said slowly, stuttering a bit, "Nidagick, pledagease dodagon't tedagell adaganydagyodagone thadagat Idagi'm predagegnadagant yedaget." ("Nick, please don't tell anyone that I'm pregnant yet.")

He looked at her in surprise. Nobody in his entire family had figured it out in over twenty years, and she figured it out after only hearing a few lines exchanged between him and Michele?

"How did you figure that out?" Nick asked in disbelief.

"Google is a wonderful thing," Sara replied. "And it's not really that difficult."

Nick spoke slowly, enunciating clearly so she could understand him. "Wedagell, goodagood jodagob. Adagand Idagi wodagon't tedagell adaganydagyodagone." ("Well, good job. And I won't tell anyone.")

She smiled at him, and that was thanks enough. He leaned in to kiss her.

Grissom just raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat in warning, and they pulled apart. They couldn't help but smile at each other childishly, snickering every so often until they got to the scene, fingers interlocked the whole way.

Sara was so thankful that they had worked a decomp that night. She'd thrown up once, and it was definitely due to the baby, not the smell, but at least she could blame it on the scene.

They stopped at a small grocery store to pick up some lemons on the way home. Nick got out of the car and ran in quickly. Sara could see through the window that the clerk wrinkled her nose at Nick's smell, and laughed. He came back in a few minutes.

"Hey. I got some lemons, and I got you some green apples too," he said.

She chuckled. "Actually, Nick, it's not green apples this time. I'd really like a grapefruit with a bit of milk."

He smirked. "No two pregnancies are the same, huh?"

She shrugged sheepishly.

Laughing, he said, "I'll be right back," as he got out of the car once more.

They drove home listening to Your Man on a CD that Sara had given him a few weeks ago. They bobbed their heads to the music, and to passers-by, they would have looked insane with their questionable car dancing.

Sara shampooed her hair in the shower, then ran half a lemon around the crown of her head, squeezing slightly so the juice ran down her hair. She rubbed it in, making sure the smell disappeared from it. She washed her arms with it, and her legs, and when she was finished, she shut off the water and towelled off.

"Nick!" she called. "Your turn!"

He came in just as she wrapped the towel around herself, and as soon as he did, she wrinkled her nose. "You need to shower," she said bluntly.

"I know, I know," he said, shrugging. He waggled his eyebrows and said seductively, "Care to join me?"

"No," she said without any hesitation in her voice. "You stink too much," said Sara, laughing as she left to go to the bedroom.

Author's Note: There you go. Chapter Thirty. Let me know what you think!