A/N: This is the end folks. Thanks for all the reviews and, please, carry them on!

Chapter 6

Sara awoke the next morning to find Greg sat on the end of the bed, tickling her feet. Naturally, she screamed, causing everyone in the house to come running into her bedroom.
"What's wrong?" Gil asked.

"Nothing, Greg scared me, that's all."

"Well, hurry up and get out here. I made pancakes." Nick declared, proud of himself.

Everybody left and Sara got dressed. By the time she made it out of her room everyone was seated randomly around her dining table and living room. Nick was serving the pancakes and was still wearing just his boxers, although now they were accompanied by what looked like a stain from spitting oil, at least that's what Sara hoped it was.

Once everybody had finished their pancakes they began to talk about what they were going to do for the rest of the day (they had to be at work by 10). Sara ran off to be sick again and found Greg jumping up and down shouting "DISNEYLAND! DISNEYLAND!" at the top of his voice when she returned.

"Oh, God. Please don't tell me we're going to Disneyland."

"Nah, he's just on a sugar high from the syrup." Warrick explained. "Greg, honey, why don't you come and sit with me?"

"Right, so what are we doing today?"

"We were thinking about going to see Sam, but then we heard he'd killed someone else and was taken into custody, so that won't work. We could probably do that next week though, he'll be out by then." Catherine reasoned.

"How about a picnic by the lake?" Gil asked.

There was a sound of collective agreement from the group, except Greg, who was wondering why there was a Thermos in Warrick's pants. Did he have to take it everywhere?

After an hour or so of everyone making sandwiches and other snacks, they decided to just buy the food on the way there. They packed into the car, planning to stop off at everyone's home on the way so that they could get changed into normal clothes instead of the random assortment that they were wearing. Everything was going without a hitch until they reached Nick's house. They had to push him out of the car as they explained to him that he couldn't go to the lake in his underwear and that he had to put some clothes on. He finally relented and went in to get changed. After twenty minutes he came out of the house, shocking everyone to their very core. He had put on fake tan, was wearing tight denim shorts, sunglasses and a pair of the manliest flip-flops he could find.

"What are you wearing?" Catherine demanded.

"What you don't like my outfit? I'll have to get out of it as soon as we get to the lake, so I don't cause any more embarrassment." Nick smirked, his plan was working!

When they finally arrived at the lake, sun towels were brought out, sun cream was brought out, Nick was undressed and the Thermos made a re-appearance. Everybody chilled out, watching Greg jump from a rock into the lake shouting "Watch me!" Gil, deep in thought as usual, jumped as he heard his name being spoken.

"Gil, can I ask you something?" He smiled, it was Catherine, the closest thing he had to a best friend and the person he trusted most in the world, with the possible exception of Oprah.

"Sure, go ahead."

"What exactly made you want to do this?"

"I had a big argument with Greg earlier in the week and he told me a few things about myself that I didn't even realise. There was one thing that really stuck in my head though." He paused in that certain "Grissom" way.

"What was it?" Catherine asked impatiently.

"He said "If you sit around long enough, you'll die." For some reason, that really melted itself into my mind."

"Well, this was the first step to getting up and around, Maybe you'll start dating soon and we may just hear the pitter-patter of a few baby Grissoms?" She turned and shouted "Yes Greg, we can see you!" Before turning back to Grissom, who looked absolutely shell-shocked at what she just said. She simply winked and turned back to watch Greg, who had taken to diving from the same cliff onto Nick, who had now completely stripped and was in the water with Greg and Warrick.

Sara, who had been watching the conversation between Gil and Catherine, was feeling sick again. Really sick. She had a theory but didn't want to share it with the whole group so she did what she thought was best.

"Cath," she called. "Would you come with me for a while?"

Sara and Catherine got into the car and Sara began to drive them to the nearest drug store.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, I think I might be pregnant." Sara revealed to Catherine who immediately started shrieking like a school girl. "We're going to the drug store to find out once and for all."

The rest of the drive was in silence as each woman contemplated the future.

"Well?" Catherine asked as Sara got back in the car. They had stopped off at a local restroom so Sara could take the test. Cath thought it better if she was alone for this so she had stayed behind in the car.

"I've done the test but I can't summon the courage to look at it." She replied, pulling the little stick out of her jacket pocket. "Will you?"

"Sure, I guess." Catherine took the test from Sara, who was shaking like a leaf. She slowly turned the test over and looked at Sara with an excitement in her eyes. "It's positive. Congratulations!" Sara just stared at her as if she didn't quite believe her.

The girls arrived back at the lake as the men were packing everything away, ready to go home so that they could each have a nap before shift started. Once they were all in the car, Sara decided to come clean.

"Um, guys?" She started. "I have something to tell you. I'm pregnant."

As everyone screamed their congratulations and began to think about being an Aunt or Uncle to Sara's baby, one quiet, yet authoritive voice spoke up.

"Who's the father?" Grissom asked.

"That's the thing. I can't remember."

"What do you remember?"

"A Thermos."

FIN.