"Look guys. Calm down. And no, Grissom is not the father. I don't even want to tell you how disappointed in you I am at this moment. No, let me speak Catherine. Here you all are supposedly the best CSIs in the country, not to mention my friends, and not only do you not realise that I actually have a life out of the lab, but you think that life is with Griss! Don't you think we argue enough at work? I would hate to think how many times I would have killed him by now because of the simplest of things if we lived together as well. No. You should be ashamed of yourself and your so-called skills."
"So. Calling us thick is fine but you still have to tell us the truth! What happened to the single, single-minded Sara who lived at the lab twenty-four-seven, listened to her police scanner as a hobby, flirted with me in SUCH a big way and was not pregnant with some stranger's brat?"
"Before I smack you so hard that you will forget your name Greg remember one little thing. I NEVER flirted with you. Well, not seriously anyway. Now. Nick, hit him for me will ya, I can't reach! Greg my child is not and never will be a brat. It isn't in its nature cause both of its parents adore him or her already. As for stranger, we've been through this already. I know who the father is. Not only that but I am married to him, so not a stranger."
I am beginning to really feel tired now. Greg could be impossible at times and I feel like just up and going. Maybe I could just lay down a bet. The first, not including Griss, to guess the name of the father would have one of the babies named after them. That was one secret that I will not tell today. Jim doesn't even know yet and if truth be told I am apprehensive in telling him. Sure, he was psyched to become a dad again, but triplets? I can see it now, sometime in the future, my own Nick, Greg and Rick fighting over who gets to kiss five-year-old Daisy in the cloakroom at school. I shudder to think. Please let them all be girls! Much better, three little Catherine's. Stop! This is going to send me to the loony bin. Three puppies would be far easier. That's it. Who's crazy now??
Warrick turns round and I see him contemplating everything. Again. I watch as he looks into the eyes of every male around the table. I sigh as he realises that this would be a stupid conversation to be having if the father was here. So then his brain goes beyond the table. I watch the light bulb go off behind his eyes.
"Jim!"
"Did someone call?" Finally, talk about knight is shining armour. Must have rusted by now! But he redeems himself by sitting beside me and giving my hand a squeeze. If only he had kept his mouth closed!
"What did I miss?"