I Do Not Own CSI

"Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba" Samuel babbled, bouncing on his legs as he stood at the coffee table, playing with the stuffed animal that was atop of it.

"Are you telling a story, baby," Sara cooed as she sat down on the couch. Gil was upstairs with Garrett, putting the final touches on their Halloween costumes.

"Ba ba ba ba ba."

"What about 'mama'? Can you say that, ma ma ma ma ma," Sara encouraged as Samuel just looked at her curiously, smiling before babbling out.

"Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba."

"Ok, we'll keep working on it. Gil, are you almost ready, we're supposed to be at the lab for the party in a half hour."

"Just finished. What do you think," Gil said, coming into the living room, Garrett in his arms.

"I think you look great, we're going to have to get some pictures."

"I could care less about the pictures, all I want is to win best dressed couple. Do you know what Catherine and Warrick are going as?"

"She wouldn't say a word, she's staying pretty tight lipped about it," Sara said as Gil pulled her up from the couch.

"Ready?"

"You bet."

"Howdy, guys," Sara said, bouncing Garrett in her arms and getting a toothy smile in return.

"Oh my god, why didn't we think of that," Catherine said with a huff, looking at the family costumes.

"I don't know, Griss, I'm not sure you can pull off the redneck," Nick said with a chuckle as he held his arms out for Samuel who eagerly went to him.

"What about me, a knocked up, hillbilly," Sara said, smiling, making the three dark freckles on her cheek stand out even more.

"With cut off jeans, Sara, you totally pulled it off," Maddie said, turning Sara around.

"You don't look so bad in the cheerleader get-up."

"It's been a while, but I think I can still pull it off."

"With legs like that you can," Greg said, as his eyes went wide. He didn't mean to say that aloud.

"Greg," Nick warned.

"It's ok, Nicky. I'm flattered, Greg. Plus I always had a thing for Steven Tyler when I was younger. With you in spandex, it's kind of bringing back memories."

"Ghostbusters," Warrick said aloud.

"What?"

"Look at Jim. He dressed as one of the guys from ghost busters, backpack and all," Warrick pointed.

"Whatcha cookin', Warrick," Jim asked, coming in the break room.

"Got a bun in the oven, Jim," Warrick replied with his chef's hat on, pointing to Catherine who had an oven around her, her baby belly inside of the window.

"I believe I have the bun in the oven, you just put it there. Now if you'll excuse me my bladder is being stomped on and now I have to pee."

"You know what, I'll follow you. Try having two babies playing kickball," Sara muttered, following Catherine out.

The guys all suddenly looked at Maddie.

"What, I'm not pregnant!"

"Ok, but isn't it like tradition for all the women to go to the bathroom together," Greg asked.

"Fine, I know when I'm not wanted," Maddie said, leaving, rolling her eyes.

"So, how are you two doing with the pregnant ladies," Jim snickered out.

"Funny, Jim. Nick, Greg, I wouldn't laugh, I can't wait to see the day you two become dads," Warrick muttered.

"Catherine and her pregnancy hormones starting to wear on you, Rick" Jim laughed out.

"No."

"You're a bad liar, man," Nick said with a smile.

"It's ok, most of the time. She hasn't made me go to the store while we're sleeping or anything. Catherine's just being, I don't know, weepy. She can cry at the drop of a dime and it's a little unnerving. I mean, when have you ever really seen Cath cry?"

"I guess that would be weird, Catherine's a strong woman. I don't know about you, Griss, but when I saw Sara cry over a movie it freaked me out a little," Greg said, brushing the long hair out of his face.

"We only have about four months to go, less for you Rick, just hang tight. Just think, once you have the baby, you'll get to deal with flying hormones and a crying baby," Grissom said.

"At least it's not two at a time, that's all I'm thankful for."

"So, I live with Sara so I know how she is, but how are you feeling, Cath," Maddie asked as the three did their business in the bathroom.

"I feel like a house and I still have another trimester to go!"

"At least Warrick is helping, right," Sara asked.

"Yes, most of the time."

"Most of the time?"

"I have this thing about my house being spotless. I'm a closet neat freak."

"Well, hop out of the closet and join me. Maddie knows first hand that everything in my house has a place."

"It's just that, Warrick was a bachelor for so long, didn't live with anyone or anything, so he's still got a lot of those bachelor habits."

"Like leaving his underwear on the floor," Maddie said, exiting her stall.

"Or leaving the toilet seat up," Sara added.

"Exactly!"

"Give it time, Cath. It takes a while to train them, trust me."

"I've never had to do this before, you know. When Eddie and I got married he wasn't around much and when he was he just ignored me when I asked for him to do stuff," Catherine said as she washed her hands.

"Have you talked to him, Cath," Sara asked. The way Catherine bowed her head told both Sara and Maddie she hadn't.

"Cath, you have to talk to him! He can't change his habits if he doesn't realize he's doing them," Sara said as they made their way back to the break room.

"Doing what," Gil asked.

"Nothing. Has the sheriff announced the best costume awards yet," Sara said, taking Samuel whose eyes were starting to droop.

"No, not yet," Greg said.

"Can you grab their bottles, Gil? I think these two are just about ready to drop."

"Sure."

"You want to do the honours, Rick," Gil said, giving a bottle to Sara and one to Warrick, who held Garrett in his arms.

"Might as well get used to this, right."

"Ok, so here we are, the lab's annual Halloween party and it's time for the best costume awards. This year we have quite a turn out with the costumes, and by most popular vote, these are our winners.

"For best original costume, we have Greg Sanders, with his 80's inspired hair band rock look."

"Ha, take that," Greg cheered as he went to get his bowl full of candy award.

"For best dressed, we have Jim Brass, as a Ghost Buster. Come on up, Jim and get your award," The sheriff said as Jim made his way up, blushing.

"Lastly, we have best dressed couple. It was a tight call this year, but with 10 votes more, Gil, Sara and family have won as the red neck family. Come on up, Grissoms," the sheriff said as Sara and Gil each came up holding a sleeping hillbilly baby in their arms.

The animosity between the sheriff and Gil was still there as they stood at the front of the lab with fake smiles on their faces.

"Man, it looks like Grissom still wants to take the sheriff's head off," Greg muttered.

"Do you blame him," Warrick replied.

TBC

Lol, can you see sara and grissom dressed up as a redneck family!

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Katie