It would be funny if it wasn't about me. I can see the cogs quite literally grinding in their brains. Literally. I start betting with myself. Who will speak first? All my money is on Catherine. She can't help herself. Factoids won't be enough. She will want to know everything. And I do mean everything.

Nick is squirming. I do feel sorry for him. Besides Griss he is my best friend and we have seen each other through a lot. He can't grasp this at all. He still looks hurt. Even more so if it's possible. I love him. I truly do. I wish nothing but good for him. Maybe this is the push that he needs. I have always seen him on his own ranch back in Texas, a Mary something or other at his side, more kids than you can count running around the place. He deserves this and more the things he has gone through. I have never met a man so willing to be someone's everything. A part of me wishes he was my type.

Warrick is torn I can tell. He doesn't know what to think. He is hurt that I haven't mentioned any of this before but there are more emotions than that in his eyes and they are not about me. Why isn't he as happy as I am? Why isn't his wife pregnant? How did it all go wrong? I can't blame him for thinking these thoughts; after all I knew this would be the case. He needs to get out of that relationship and find a new one. He needs someone that doesn't see the horrors we do. Someone pure, innocent. It may seem corny, but he needs a kindergarten teacher, someone to which the scariest thing she has seen that day is little Davy What's-his-name and his never ending boogers!

Greg is thinking. My protégé. One day he will be a better CSI than any of them. Even Grissom. Though maybe not me! I can see he's formulating ideas. Working out who we are talking about. Trying to remember details that will lead him to the obvious answer. He'll get there.

That's enough. Can't go on. Catherine is opening her mouth. Wait for it. Here it comes. She closes again. Strange. I look closer. She is really perplexed. I don't know what exactly she can't get her head around but clearly she cannot work anything out. Oh no. This could be bad. I've seen her mad before when she can't get her head round something and I do not want to do that right now.

Griss. Please Griss save me. I look at him and he understands. He will start the questioning. Hopefully slowly so everyone can keep up. There is a god.

"Why don't we start with an easy question? One that everyone here really wants to know more importantly than everything else. Are you happy?"

Thank you. I knew you could do it. I can see everyone relax.

"Yes. I am happier than I have ever been. With every fibre of my being, my mind and my soul. He is everything to me and I am everything to him, I don't think it would be possible to be happier."

"But you are still leaving us!" Greg states, "How can he love you if he is forcing you to move away from us? We are your family, not him. He can't do this to you if he loves you. It will destroy you!"

Sigh. Thought he was working it all out. Obviously wrong. How can I reply?

"Greg. He didn't make this decision I did. But he is standing by me. If it makes you feel any better he thinks it's the wrong decision too. He thinks that within a few months I'll be going stir crazy and begging to come back to work!"



"Then why leave..." He's whining now, and annoying me. Please don't lose your temper. Please someone else say something.

"Greg please, we all feel the same, but let her speak. Is this decision because of the baby or the whole enchilada?"

"It's the baby Griss. I can't possibly be a good mum and a good CSI at the same time. No offense Catherine, but I can't have my child wondering if I will come home after shift or not. One parent in this profession is enough."

Okay I have really done it now. Everyone is staring at Grissom. Poor man.