Author's Note: So, today is April 19, 2006, also known as 4-19-2006, and since it starts with everybody's favourite CSI code, 419, I thought I'd post a little chapter in honour of this wondrous occasion.

Okay, I need to explain something. No, there was no previous mention of them going to Texas. I just felt like throwing them back there for a while, because I'm going to have some fun with that. Sorry if that was confusing. My fault, I should have explained that better. Anyway, there will be a few more "Texas chaps" (get it? Special thanks to CSI3Snickers for that!) before heading back to Vegas, then it's baby time soon after that! And…I can't believe it! 400 reviews! I honestly never expected to get half that far. Now I owe you all so much, and I will personally email you all a link to a picture of shirtless, wet George. Of course, you've all already exceed my expectations and hopes. I love you all!

To MollyMKS: The thought of Nick in a towel makes my day too. That's why I put it in there. Crazy cravings…I couldn't resist that. Thanks for reviewing!

To Your Spell-Binding Lover: Let's just assume that they did, but nobody ever brings it up. How did I ever become your spell-binding lover if you don't like seafood? You are dead to me. Just kidding :P I've been thinking about that suggestion you gave me a while ago…involving lingerie…

To Your Spell-Binding Lover: You reviewed twice! How did you do that? Anyway, you were number 400, or maybe 399 since you did it twice. Oh well. I still less than three you equally as much…

To CSI-wanna-be23: Oh, I have plenty of country songs stored up for future use. Don't sweat it. Thanks for reviewing!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Only the original characters are mine. Sadly, that does not include George.

Michele's family came over for dinner at the Stokes'. Everybody knew about Sara's miscarriage, and they were smart enough not to bring it up. Nobody knew that Sara and Michele were both pregnant again, except for their husbands and Michele's kids.

When supper was over, Charlie and Michael went to go play on the xBox while the other three started a game of hide-and-seek. Sara, Nick, Michele, Magnus (her husband), Bill, and Jillian sat around the table.

Leaning back into his chair, Bill folded his arms and asked Sara, "So what do your parents do, Sara?"

The water nearly involuntarily spurted from her mouth. Choosing her words carefully, she said, "My dad died when I was little. My mom still lives in Tamales Bay. She doesn't travel much."

"Why not?" Bill asked. He really didn't know what he was getting himself into.

Sara pursed her lips for a moment, unsure of how to answer. "She gets motion sick. Planes, trains, and automobiles," she explained. It was actually true. Laura Sidle did get motion sick at even the slightest things.

Jillian spoke in her gentle voice, "How did your father die, if you don't mind me asking?"

Nick made eye contact with his mother and shook his head slightly, as if to say, Don't go there, Mom.

Sara said after another sip of water, "I'd really rather not talk about it, if you don't mind."

"Sure," Jillian said, nodding and smiling.

"But, there is something I want you to know," she said, taking Nick's hand and smiling at him. "You're about to get three now grandchildren," she said, placing a hand over her stomach.

Bill looked at Nick as though to make sure it was true. He raised his eyebrows questioningly, and Nick raised his and nodded slightly, smiling.

Jillian got up and hugged Sara. "Congratulations!" she exclaimed. "Triplets!" She could hardly contain herself. "How far are you?"

"Nine weeks," she said.

Bill asked if they'd thought about names.

"Not really," Sara said. "We've thought a bit about the name Ciara, but for now, we're going to wait a bit longer until we find out the sexes."

"You're not going to be surprised?" Jill asked. She'd been surprised with all of her kids except for Nick. But even that had been a surprise, since he looked like a girl in the sonogram.

Sara reconsidered for a minute. "I think I'd like to be surprised, actually."

"Whatever you want," Nick said, although he really wanted to be surprised. He leaned over and kissed her. When he leaned back, her face turned red at she smiled, embarrassed.

Michele spoke up. "I have some news of my own, too." Sara smiled, knowing what it was. "I'm pregnant too."

The entire scenario was repeated, and Michele said that this time, unlike her other kids, she was going to be surprised by the sex too.

Jillian started to collect the plates, and Nick jumped up. "Here, Mom, let me help you with that."

Even though they'd just eaten, Sara felt a familiar rumbling in her stomach. "Nick?" she called. He poked his head around the corner and raised his eyebrows. "Will you bring me a grapefruit?"

Nick laughed and reached into the fridge, but stopped as soon as he touched it as something occurred to him. He came around the corner and pointed a finger at Michele. "So that's why you wanted oysters!"

She shrugged. "Guilty as charged."

Nick handed his wife the grapefruit and a spoon, then went back into the kitchen to help Jillian wash the dishes.

Michele and Sara went outside and sat on the swing.

"How long have you been married?" Sara asked of Michele.

"Fifteen years," she replied, "going on sixteen."

Sara whistled. "I can only hope that Nick and I last that long."

"Believe me, you will. I've seen you guys, and you're good. Take it from someone who's been there. You've got chemistry, that's obvious to anyone, even if they're not a CSI."

"Thanks. Well, I should hope we have chemistry. I mean, after all, I'm carrying his children."

Michele laughed. "How did he react when you told him there were three?"

"He fainted."

"That's so typical," she chuckled. "He faints a lot."

"Really?" asked Sara incredulously.

"Well, not a lot. I only remember two times. Once was when I told him I was pregnant for the first time. He's protective of me like that, I guess."

"That seems just like him."

"Mmhmm. The second time he fainted of heat stroke. He almost had to go to the hospital. I remember that. He was about sixteen, thought he was invincible, you know teenage boys." Sara nodded knowingly. "Anyway, he decided it would be a good idea to go on a trail ride with a girlfriend. Now, if I were to ask you what colour Nick looks best in, you'd say…"

"Black," she said, shrugging as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Mmhmm. And he knew it. So he wore black leather chaps over jeans, a black button-up shirt, and of course, a black cowboy hat. Now, riding his horse in the hot sun for a few hours, wearing all black, and being too tough to bring a water bottle? That's just a recipe for disaster. He had really bad heat stroke when he got back, on the verge of fainting. He probably didn't mind showing himself off a bit in front of his girlfriend, so at least he was smart enough to take his shirt off."

"Oh, I can only imagine that," Sara said, giggling.

"Well, he got back, and nobody else was home. I swear, if I were him, I would have drank a gallon of water. He was even walking around in his boxers, and then I guess he lay down on the couch and passed out. We found him later and Mom waved some ammonia under his nose to revive him. Stupid teenager," she muttered, laughing and shaking her head.

They heard the phone ring inside, and Nick picked up. "Hello?…Hi, Ryan." It was Stephanie's husband. "What! Right now? Okay, we'll be right there!"

He ran outside to the two women. "Steph just went into labour. We're going to the hospital now, come on!"

They jumped up excitedly. "I have to get my kids, then I'll be right there," Michele said.

"I'll wait with you," Sara said. "I know where Charlie and Michael are, I'll go get them."

"Okay, thanks," she said. "I'm going to go find the other three. They were playing hide-and-seek, so this should be fun."

Duncan was "It", so he was easy to find, since he was counting so loudly. Chad was easy to find too. His feet were sticking out from under a curtain.

She brought those two down to meet Charlie, Michael, and Sara. "Do you know where Madison is?" Michele asked her boys.

They all shook their heads and shrugged the trademark Stokes shrug. (Author's Note: Try saying that five times fast!)

They searched for fifteen minutes for the nine-year-old, but she was nowhere to be found.

Madison was missing.

Author's Note: Okay, just a bit of a cliffie there. I'm sure you can all handle it. Review and maybe I'll let you know what happens!