A/N: The ultrasound is here! I hope you all enjoy the outcome.


Mac chuckles at Trish's humor. She grins, and relents, "Well, I'll agree that a hand isn't totally responsible, however it might have helped somewhere along the way."

The ultrasounds technician gasps, Dr. Stockland bites her tongue, and Trish is barely holding in her laughter.

Mac exclaims, "What? We are all women in here, and we all know how babies get here, so there is nothing wrong with discussing the ins and out of creating them. We are all fully aware that the penis has to enter the vaginal canal to fertilize an egg, but that is just so…CLINICAL. I personally prefer to discuss the more enjoyable aspects. And my husband is extremely talented in those areas, so there is plenty to relay."

Trish just shakes her head, "Honey, there are certain things I do not need to know about my son. And any of...THAT... definitely tops the list!"

Mac laughs, "Ok mom, I promise I will keep all the 'this one time at band camp' stories to myself."

Trish inquires, "Band camp? I didn't realize you played an instrument."

Everyone in the room except Trish is laughing. Trish asks, "What is so funny?"

Mac smiles, "Nothing mom. I don't play an instrument, never had the patience to learn one. But, I am buying you a copy of the movie American Pie to take home with you. Then you will understand. Although in my case, it would have been, 'this one time in law school.' I wasn't quite that adventurous, but you will get the picture."

Tish clears her throat, "Ok, now that I am thoroughly lost, can I please see my newest grandchild."

Mac smiles, "Yes, let's get on with the show." She grabs Trish's hand, "Thank you for being here with me."

Trish replies softly, "Anytime, dear. There isn't anywhere I would rather be."

LT. Mitchell keys up the machine, and starts to move the wand around. She flips on the sound, and a loud whooshing sound playing the heartbeat filters through the speakers. She pauses at a point and presses down to take some pictures. She does this a few more times and makes some notes on measurements, and a few other things, along the way. She sends the images to a printer and unbeknownst to Trish and Mac, looks sideways at Dr. Stockland with a wide smile on her face. The doctor takes the unspoken hint, they have been working together for quite a while. The doctor steps out to retrieve the enlarged photos, explaining, "I'll be right back, Colonel. I need to go grab some of the images off the printer."

Mac's concern level increases dramatically, and the hair starts to stand up on the back of her neck. In all of her previous ultrasounds, the pictures were printed straight from the machine and handed to her. Alarmed, she raises one eyebrow, and timidly asks, "Is everything ok?"

The doctor pats her hand in a comforting gesture, "Everything is perfectly fine. I'll be back in just a minute, don't you worry."

The doctor returns in record time, not wanting to keep Mac waiting in a panicked stated. She excuses the ultrasound tech so that can talk with her patient privately. She sits down on the bed next to Mac with one of the enlarged printouts.

Trish want to be there for Mac, and is also curious what is going on, but she also realizes that her daughter-in-law might prefer to be alone with the doctor. She offers, "I can wait outside if you would like?"

Mac replies, "Nope, you can come sit right over here, and hold my hand. I promise not to break it."

CDR Stockland hands Mac one of the pictures and says, "I wanted to have a bigger image so I can show you what we have going on here. That's why LT Mitchell sent the photos to a different printer."

Mac holds her breath, immediately thinking that something is wrong with either her or the baby. She puts on her Marine face, trying to brace herself for the worst news possible, silently wishing that Harm was here with her right now. She grits her teeth and says, "I'm getting a little scared here doc, so would you just spit it out please."

CDR Stockland pats her hand, trying to put her patient at ease, sensing that maybe this wasn't the best way to deliver the news. Trish gives her other hand a comforting squeeze. She exclaims, "Oh Sarah, I'm sorry. There isn't anything to be worried about. This is good news." The doctor immediately pulls a sharpie out of her pocket, and starts to circle a couple of spots of the photograph. As she is marking the images, she tells Mac, "So this is the sac for baby A, this is bubble for baby B, and this little angel over here is baby C. Your extra weight gain isn't any concern at all, in fact, you are right on target for this time in your gestation. You have three healthy little babies growing in there."

A grin as wide as a Cheshire cat's graces Trish's features.

Mac inhales sharply as she immediately jerks her hands away from the others, and tightly grips the underside of the examination table. She looks up at the doctor with wide eyes once she starts breathing again. She must have heard her wrong. She can't possibly have just shown her three different images. She inquires, "I'm sorry, what did you just say? It's a joke, right? You showed me three different images of my baby?"

Commander Stockland simply smiles. Her patient is normally extremely squared away. She isn't quite sure how to deal with the rattled Colonel before her. She reaches for Sarah's hand, which is still under the table, gives it a slight squeeze, and calmly repeats, "I said that you were going to have triplets, and they all look to be developing perfectly."

Mac immediately slides off the table not caring that the ultrasound gel is now running down her legs. She was so concerned when the doctor stepped out that she brushed away the ultrasound tech when she tried to clean it off her belly. She starts muttering to herself with Russian, Farsi, a few other foreign words, and English all mixed in. The doctor only catches bits and pieces that includes "mistake" and "kill him". CDR Stockland is trying hard not to laugh as Sarah continues pacing and having her little tirade.

CDR Stockland looks at Trish, and chuckles, "I guess the man is an over achiever."

Mac shoots her a death glare from the other side of the room, while Trish laughs, "He always has been, but I think this is a bit over the top, even for him."