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Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, although I did just get Season One recently! Owning the DVDs is as close as I'll ever get to owning the show. Or George.

Nick and Sara had arrived back from Texas a month and a half ago, after having stayed there for three weeks. Sara had spent a lot of time with Stephanie and Kiefer, Michele, and naturally, Nick. Michele and Sara had grown very close to each other, and their main areas of conversation included telling embarrassing stories about Nick and complaining about how much they hated being pregnant. Sara, now sixteen weeks along, was already showing as though she were six months pregnant. After all, three babies took up a lot more room than one. Nick loved Sara's baby bump, and found her extraordinarily beautiful. He would often come up behind Sara and wrap his arms around her, rubbing her growing belly lovingly while peppering her neck with tender kisses. Her hair was getting silkier and her fingernails were growing faster. She was also increasingly hungry, and you'd almost always find her munching on something like a banana. She'd had several doctor's appointments to monitor the babies. The triplets were healthy, as far as they could tell, and Nick and Sara couldn't be happier. They were both dying to have the babies, to meet the little people they'd created together.

It was the middle of shift at the lab, and the entire team were bored out of their minds. Apparently, nobody felt like committing murder or turning tricks.

Warrick walked into the locker room and groaned as he caught Nick and Sara making out. "Get a room, you guys," he said.

They jumped apart, surprised. "Oh, hey Warrick," Sara said, her face turning red with embarrassment.

"We were bored," Nick tried to explain.

Warrick smirked. "Yeah, whatever. Save it for home."

Changing the subject, Nick said, "Slow shift, huh?"

"Yeah," Warrick said. "Not even a damn B&E."

Just then, Grissom poked his head into the room. "Guys, we just got a call. Massive crime scene downtown. A bomb's been detonated in a business building. Five dead, twelve injured, two missing. It's going to be a long night. Sara, I know I've kept you here lately, but we really need all the help we can get tonight. Are you up for field work?" he asked.

"Definitely," she said, glad she was finally getting off of desk duty, pushing paper. She had been itching to get out into the field.

"We'll probably all be pulling a triple," Grissom warned. "I suggest you get your caffeine now."

Nick looked at his wife in pity, knowing she couldn't have any. Reading his thoughts, Sara said, "It's okay. I'll manage."

Grissom picked up on it, and said, "Sara, we'll take you out in the field, but if you need to sleep, you can go."

"Thanks," Sara said, "but I think I'll be okay."

He nodded and left. Sara opened up her locker, reached in and grabbed her kit. "Bring it on," she said. She was so stoked.

Nick carried a sleeping Sara through the front door of their house. He laid her down gently on the bed. He felt so bad for her. They'd been at the scene for twenty hours. While everybody else was practically high on the stuff, Sara had managed to get through without any caffeine. It was amazing, considering she was always tired from the three troublemakers growing inside her anyway. Nick had no idea how she did it. He knew he wouldn't be able to. He sat down on the edge of the bed right next to her and brushed her soft hair off her face. His finger traced her features lightly, and he watched her sleep. He wondered if she knew how beautiful she was.

"You're so pretty," he whispered, as he rubbed her enlarged belly softly with his hand. He leaned down and kissed her temple, and stroked her stomach once more. He got up and walked around to his side of the bed, stripping down to his boxers as he went. Climbing into bed, he slung one arm around her sleeping figure and fell almost instantly into a deep sleep.

Doctor's Office – Five Days Later

Sara sat in her gown on the examination table. As always, Dr. Holmes knocked on the door and called, "Decent?" before coming in. Sara still couldn't figure out why it mattered.

"Come in," Sara called back.

Dr. Holmes entered, carrying a clipboard. "Hi Sara," she said.

"Hi, Dr. Holmes," Sara replied.

"How've you been feeling lately?" she asked.

"Exhausted," Sara said.

Dr. Holmes laughed. "I expected that," she said. "Other than that, are you okay?"

"Never better," Sara replied honestly.

"That's good to hear," Dr. Holmes replied. "So, if you want to, I can tell whether your babies are boys or girls now."

Sara said, "Well, Nick and I kind of decided that we'd like to be surprised."

Dr. Holmes narrowed her gaze for a second with a slight smile on her face and said, "You're dying to know, aren't you?"

The words had barely left her mouth when Sara said, "Yes!"

The blonde laughed. "One second, I just have to set this up. Could I get you to lean back for me?"

Sara obeyed and lay back on the table with her head supported by a pillow. Dr. Holmes covered her belly in gel and placed the scanner on her. She moved the wand around for a few seconds before smiling and saying, "Okay, I know what Baby A is. Do you want to know?"

Sara nodded her head eagerly.

"It's a boy," she said. Sara was so excited. She was going to have a boy! Her very own son! Well, she and Nick would have to share him, but they could work around that. It was then that she remembered that there were two others inside.

"What about the others?" Sara asked.

"Just looking now," Dr. Holmes said. "Baby B is…looks like a girl, but I can't be sure."

"What do you mean, you can't be sure?" Sara asked, a bit confused.

"Well, sometimes it can be different to differentiate between the sexes. Boys can look like girls, girls can look like boys, they can look like neither, that sort of thing," she explained.

Sara laughed, remembering the story Michele had told her about Nick's first sonogram. "But you're pretty sure it's a girl?" Sara asked.

"Most likely," she answered. "Now, the third one is…looks like you have another girl."

Sara squealed excitedly. "Yay!" she shrieked.

Dr. Holmes laughed. "There is one other thing, though." Sara's face fell. Dr. Holmes noticed, and she quickly reassured, "Oh, no, nothing bad. I just noticed that you'll have to have a C-section. Only one of the babies is in the right position. That's Baby B. But Baby C is right side up and Baby A is sideways. Don't worry; they're not in any danger. But you won't be able to give a vaginal birth."

Sara was relieved that they weren't in any danger.

Dr. Holmes continued, "And like I said, they'll more likely than not be premature. I'm going to put you on bed rest in two months until you give birth, which will probably be another two months after that."

Sara groaned. She didn't want to miss that much work. She loved her job so much. Reading her mind, Dr. Holmes said, "And don't even think about going to work. Bed rest means bed rest. And it'll still be two months until then. Enjoy yourself now."

"Fine," Sara pouted jokingly.

Dr. Holmes laughed. "You remind me of my teenager. Oh, by the way, how's that morning sickness coming?"

"Pretty much gone by now," Sara said. "Sometimes strong smells will set me off or something like that, but it's a lot better. The crackers were a really good suggestion too."

"That's good to hear," she said. "Alright, I want you to come back in about six or seven weeks for another appointment, okay?"

Sara agreed and the two women bade each other goodbye. Dr. Holmes left the room, leaving Sara to redress. Sara couldn't wait to get back home, although she wasn't sure whether to tell Nick the babies' sexes, or that she'd even found them out.

When Sara got home, she found Nick making dinner. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

He turned his head and smiled. "Hey, gorgeous. How was your appointment?"

She released him and he turned around to face her. "It was good. Nick, let me ask you a question." Nick raised an eyebrow curiously. "Do you want boys or girls?"

He looked up for a moment as though thinking. "Definitely a girl. I don't really know if I want boys, but I definitely want a girl. Don't get me wrong, I'd be ecstatic to have a son, but I especially want a girl. Why? What do you want?"

"I want a girl," she said quietly. "If I told you I found out today what they are, would you want me to tell you?"

He gaped, "You found out? I thought we decided to be surprised!"

"Well, I think I have the right to check, considering I'll be the one doing all the work."

"Yeah, sure. I'm not angry, just…didn't think you were going to find out, that's all," he explained.

"So…? Do you want to know?" she asked.

He thought good and hard for a minute. Finally, he said, "Sure."

"Are you really sure?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm sure!" he said.

"Really really sure?" she said again.

"YES! Geez, Sara, just tell me, please!"

"Mmm…I don't think so. I think I might need a little encouragement first…" she said, kissing his neck and leaving no room for interpretation about her intentions.

"Oh, come on, Sara…Just tell me!" he whined.

"On second thought, 'encouragement' is what got me into this mess…maybe there should just be no more 'encouragement' for as long as we live," she teased, taking a step back and turning to head upstairs.

That sounded even worse to Nick. "NO! Tell me!" he pleaded.

Sara was really enjoying this by now, and she looked back over her shoulder. "I'll tell you one of them…"

"I'll take what I can get," Nick said.

"One of them is a boy."

"Really? I'm going to have a son? I'm going to have a son!" he said. A grin the size of Rhode Island spread across his face. He was ecstatic. "A son!" he said again. He could hardly get over it. "You're giving me a son?" he asked.

Sara was thoroughly enjoying the display. "Well, technically, you're the one giving me a son, because it's the male that determines the sex."

He waved his hand in a carefree manner. "Whatever. Doesn't matter. Stop being technical. You're giving me a son!"

He was just like a kid on Easter, Christmas, the last day of school, and his birthday combined, Sara thought. Imagine how he would feel when he found out they were having two girls!

"So, we have to pick out three boys' names and two girls' names," she said. "I'm still not telling you what the other two are."

He pouted. "Not fair!"

"You did this to me, it's fair. I'll tell you later." She went over to the bookshelf and pulled down a baby name book they'd bought and a book that Catherine had lent them. "Sit down, Stokes, we're picking these today."

He sat down on the floor of the living room, carrying the vegetarian enchiladas he'd just made with him and handing one to Sara. She tossed him one of the books and a notepad and they cracked them open, intent on naming their babies today.

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