Title: The Last One

Author: ANNE (the insane one)

Rating: CSI-2

Summary: Max Grissom's arrival is fraught with problems.

Disclaimer: Characters et al belong to the people that make CSI. I own Matthew, Elizabeth, James and Max.

Warrick and Mandy are married

Nick and Debbie are married and have one child, Alexander who is 2

Greg and Claire are married

Catherine Grissom blinked and stared at the stick. Positive.

Pregnant.

Again.

Fair enough…she and Gil didn't exactly have a dormant sex life…in fact, it was probably more active than most couples…but pregnant? She had a sixteen year old, a six year old, a three year old and an eighteen month old. Another baby.

And she had to tell Gil.

"Hey, sweetheart…"

Catherine's eyes widened and she tossed the stick into the trash as her husband came into the bathroom. Of course, she had to be married to a CSI. With that familiar look of concentration on his face, Gil deftly picked the stick up.

"If my memory serves me correctly, the last time we used one of these and we saw these little lines, we had Jamie."

Catherine bit her lip, not willing to look him in the eye.

Gil carefully placed the stick on the bathroom counter and washed his hands. He walked slowly over to her, tilting her head up to look at him.

"Cath?"

"I'm pregnant."

Gil's hand rested on her abdomen, the other cupping her cheek. "And you're not happy."

"It's not that…" she murmured, looking up at him again. "Wait…you're happy about this?"

He smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Cath, we made a baby together. How could I not be ecstatic?"

"We have four children. Jamie's only a year old…I…god, I want this baby, Gil. But I thought you'd be mad."

Gil smiled at her. "I'm not. We made a baby together." He pressed a small kiss to her lips. "We can work it out. We always have."

Catherine smiled back at him. "We're pregnant."

Gil grinned. "We're pregnant."

He pressed a deep kiss to her lips, holding her tight against him. Catherine moaned and wound her arms around his neck, glad that the kids were asleep….

"OW! MOMMY! SHE BIT ME!"

"DID NOT!"

"DID TOO!"

"DADDY!"

The couple pulled apart, touching and caressing.

"Sounds like Matt and Lizzie are about to murder each other," Catherine murmured.

"We'll continue this later," Gil promised, caressing her cheek.

They headed into the room that Matt and Jamie shared, finding Matt sitting on the floor holding his arm, and Lizzie with a smug look on her face, sitting on the other side of the room. Jamie was quiet, playing with blocks.

"What's going on?" Catherine asked.

"Lizzie bit me!" Matt said.

"Did not," Lizzie pouted, sticking her tongue out at him. "Did it himself!"

"Elizabeth," Catherine warned.

Matt rolled his eyes and held his arm out. Then he bit himself on the arm. "Compare the bite marks then!"

Catherine sent her husband a look.

"What? It's not my fault he knows a lot about forensics. You're a CSI too, remember?"

Catherine rolled her eyes. "Elizabeth…do you want Mommy to go and find the magnifying glass?"

Lizzie's eyes widened. "'Izzie sorry."

"We do not bite other people in this house," Gil instructed. "The only thing we bite is our food."

Lizzie nodded slowly.

"But Daddy, you bite Mommy's neck too," Matt said. "Mommy's not food."

Lizzie nodded solemnly. Gil was flustered and turned to Catherine, who was blushing furiously.

"Well…" Catherine started to explain. "Daddy's not actually biting Mommy. And Mommies and Daddies are allowed to do these things. And, a long time from now, if you are a Mommy or Daddy, you can do that too."

"A VERY long time," Gil reiterated.

"Yes, a very long time. And Mommy and Daddy want to know before you even think about it."

"I'm confused," Matthew said.

"That's a good thing," Gil assured him. He turned to Lizzie. "What do we say to Matt?"

"Sorry Mattie," Lizzie said.

"Matt, come with me and we'll put something on that," Catherine said.

"Well, I can confirm the pregnancy," Diane Grad smiled as she walked back into the room where Catherine and Gil sat. "Congratulations."

Gil grinned and squeezed Catherine's hand. She smiled back at him.

"We are going to have to talk about some things to do with this pregnancy though," Diane said.

Catherine nodded. "Okay."

"Is there any danger for Catherine or the baby?" Gil asked, worry etched on his face.

"Not at this stage. Catherine is very healthy. But we do need to look at things for further down the line."

"Go ahead," Catherine said.

"Okay. I know that Lindsey, Lizzie and Jamie were all born naturally, but this time, I think you should have a c-section. We'll be doing regular checks on both you and the baby."

"All sounds good to me," Catherine said. "I'm all for not feeling the birth."

"I'm all for not having broken bones in my hand this time," Gil grinned.

Catherine elbowed him. "Who do you think endured the most pain?"

Gil smirked, rubbing his side. "Definitely you, dear."

Gil walked into the house, finding Lizzie and Jamie playing with blocks in the corner.

Matt came to greet him. "Hi, Dad."

Gil took in the solemn face. "Hi. Where's your mom?"

"She's upstairs in the bathroom. Been throwing up all afternoon. I got Lizzie and Jamie an afternoon snack."

Gil ruffled his hair. "Good boy." He walked quickly over and kissed Lizzie and Jamie on the heads. "I'll go check on Mom."

He went upstairs, finding Catherine crouched next to the toilet in their bathroom. He got a hand towel and dampened it, before sitting down beside her. Gil took her in his arms, and gently dabbed her sweaty forehead with the towel.

"Tell me where all-day sickness is supposed to be part of the deal," she murmured, resting against him.

"Bad, huh?"

"Nightmarish. I haven't been able to keep anything down all day," Catherine groaned.

"What can I do?" Gil asked, wanting to help her.

"Just hold me," she whispered, her eyes closing.

"How about we get you in bed?" he murmured. "I'll make sure you have something right there in case you need to be sick, but I think you should lie down for a while."

Catherine nodded and Gil gently picked her up in his arms. He lay her down on the bed, covering her with the covers.

"I'll just get you something in case you need to be sick. And some soda crackers and water."

Catherine smiled gratefully and Gil disappeared out of the room.

A few moments later, Matthew appeared in the room. "Mom?"

Catherine looked over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hi, sweetheart."

Matt slowly made his way over to the bed and crawled up on it. "I gave Lizzie and Jamie an afternoon snack, and they're watching The Muppets."

Catherine ruffled his hair. "You're a great kid. I really appreciate it."

Matt's eyes were wide. "Are you gonna die?"

Catherine hugged him to her. "No, no honey. Mommy just doesn't feel well in the tummy. Just like you when you have a tummy ache."

"Good," Matt said, hugging her. "I love you."

"I love you too. And you're such a great help."

Gil returned with some water and soda crackers. "Hey, I see you have a friend."

Catherine smiled, stroking Matt's hair. "Mhm."

"Try nibbling on these," Gil suggested. "You need to get some food into you, Cath."

Catherine nodded and accepted the soda crackers. "Thank you."

"VISITORS!" Lizzie announced, dragging Jamie in with her. "Hi, Mommy!"

"We have visitors do we?" Catherine asked, smiling weakly at the two kids. "Who are you?"

"I'm Lizzie and this is Poo-poo head."

Gil groaned. "Lizzie, don't call your brother poo-poo head."

"Poo-face?"

"Or that one," Catherine said, nibbling on the crackers. "And how is Mr. Jamie?"

Gil lifted Jamie and Lizzie on the bed, and Jamie went to lie next to his mother, playing with his fingers.

Gil leant over and gave Catherine a gentle kiss on the forehead. "If these guys behave themselves for a few minutes, I'll go and get started on their dinner. Call me if you need me?"

Catherine smiled, her hand resting on his arm. "I will. I love you."

Gil grinned. "I love you back."

Three months later, a five-month pregnant Catherine Grissom slammed the car door. "I'm not discussing this with you!"

Gil groaned. "Catherine…"

"There is no need for me to leave work yet. Thank you, very much!" Catherine stalked into his office, slamming the door.

Nick came to stand beside Gil. "Mood swings?"

"You have no idea," Gil sighed.

"Did you tell her about the trip away you were planning?"

"I haven't managed to get to that yet. Somehow, we got onto when she was giving up work."

Nick smirked. "And that went REAL well, obviously."

Gil frowned. "Yeah." He sighed. "It went very badly."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Stay out of the line of fire. When she cools down, then I'll go and tell her."

"Hmm. You should go talk to her now."

Gil glanced at Nick. "Are you nuts?"

"No. I'm just saying, it might cheer her up."

Gil thought about that for a moment. "If you haven't heard from me in twenty minutes, come and get me."

Nick smirked, watching his boss head off to his office.

"Catherine?" Gil closed his office door behind him. He took a deep breath. "Catherine?"

"Yes."

"Cath, I'm sorry. I just…I worry about you. And Diane said that you have to take it easy with this pregnancy."

Catherine looked around, tears streaming down her face. Gil's eyes widened and he raced over to her, his arms hugging her close. "Cath, sweetheart. I'm sorry."

"I hate…pregnancy…hormones," she said between sniffles.

"It's alright," Gil assured her. "It's going to be fine."

"I love you."

Gil smiled, hugging her close. "I love you too." He kissed her gently. "I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" she asked.

"We're inflicting our kids on the babysitter and spending a weekend away. Just you and me."

Her eyes lit up. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yep. Just you and me. All alone. We can just take time out for a while, before the baby arrives."

Catherine smiled, snuggling closer. "I really like that idea."

Warrick looked dubiously at Lizzie, who was smiling sweetly at him. "She's giving me that look again."

"Which one? The potty one?" Catherine asked, leading Jamie by the hand.

"Good god, I hope not."

"She's just happy," Gil muttered, picking up his daughter and smiling at her. "Aren't you beautiful?"

"Mommy and Daddy going."

"Only for a little while, sweetheart," Catherine assured her. "Only two nights."

"Promise?"

"Promise," Catherine replied, kissing her on the top of the head.

"It's okay, mommy," Matthew said. "I'll take good care of them."

Catherine hugged her son. "I know you will."

Warrick looked at Gil and Cath. "Ready to go?"

Catherine looked at her husband. "Just one last kiss and hug."

Gil smiled and they both hugged and kiss their children one last time.

After leaving final instructions with the baby-sitter, the couple allowed Warrick to drive them to Mt Charleston, where they had taken a room for the weekend.

"You really didn't have to drive us all the way out here, Warrick," Catherine told him as he helped Gil get the bags out of the trunk.

"Sure I did. You two would probably get lost after arguing over directions."

Gil gave Warrick a dirty look. Warrick shrugged back at his boss.

"Anyway, you two get up to…" He stopped. "I'm not going there. Have fun, and I'll see you on Sunday night?"

"Thanks, Warrick," Catherine said, kissing his cheek. "Have a good weekend."

"We certainly will," Gil said, taking Catherine's hand.

Warrick groaned. "Thanks, Griss. Thanks a lot."

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