Disclaimer: I don't own any of CSI but I do own the names that are not familiar and the poem(s) later in the story.
Spoilers: Some for Season 6 in future or present chapters.
Summary: Grissom gives Catherine a quick lecture.
"Grissom why don't you work your magic and get me a sandwich? Catherine asked while sitting at the table in the break room
"If I must." Grissom said getting up from the chair. He walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed the sandwich and a bottle of water.
"Now she has you as her slave." Warrick said. He was sitting on the loveseat near the window.
"If only" Catherine muttered to her self but both men heard and laughed.
"So how's the wife?" Grissom asked returning the contents to Catherine.
"Fine. She keeps asking to meet you guys. But I dunno.." Warrick said.
Catherine took a bite of her sandwich. Grissom looked at her. "How about dinner after I finish moving into Catherine's?"
Catherine shook her head while chewing on her sandwich. She swallowed it and took a sip of her water.
"Damn. Ya'll be married for 5 months and still aren't living together? Tina was already living with me."
"We haven't found time," Catherine said, "And now that there is a baby we will find time."
"So," Catherine said holding her sandwich, "How about that dinner invitation? The whole team?"
"Okay," Warrick said after much debating in his head. "Some time next week maybe."
Warrick got up and left the break room after he got a call from Hodges. Catherine took a bite out of her sandwich and quickly turned around to grab some papers.
"Our first ultrasound is in four weeks. Here are the papers." She said putting them on the table before taking another bit into her sandwich.
Grissom looked over the papers. "Will we be able to listen to the baby's heart?" he asked in a whisper.
"I don't know." Catherine said softly.
"But it is beating and you will feel it." Catherine said softly with a small smile. Her hand touched his beard. "Its going to be okay, Gil." She kissed him on the lips.
"Lets go for some lunch." Catherine said louder breaking out the mood.
"Catherine you just ate a sandwich."
"So. I'm pregnant I have my excuses."
"Excuses, excuses, excuses." Grissom said, "That's all you ever have."
"Yeah but an excuse got me this way, didn't it?" she asked stopping at the door and turning around.
"A damn good excuse. If I were Sara I would have believed you."
Catherine continued down the hall and out of the lab.
Here's another chapter. I will publish more later. Right now I want sleep!
