A/N: Ok, so this chapter is a little more case file-y than the others, but go with it!

Oh and I don't own CSI or the characters!

Sara gasped for air, thanking whatever higher power that was taking calls that it was over. She had only been in work for 2 hours but already this was the third time she had to make an excuse to go to the bathroom to throw up. She was only a few weeks into her pregnancy but her morning sickness was in full swing.

She flushed the chain, stood up and straightened her clothes before she exited the cubicle. Examining her appearance in the mirror she grimaced at what she saw, her own deathly white reflection looking gauntly back at her; she wasn't having a good day. She ran the cold tap and splashed the water on her face. As she was doing so she heard a noise behind her that made her heart stop.

'Click.'

She was almost positive she was alone in the bathroom. Water streaming down her face she looked in the mirror to find out who was behind her.

"You too huh?" Came the voice of Catherine Willows. Sara stammered; did she know? How could she?

"What?" Sara tried to play it cool.

"Oh come off it Sara, you can't lie to me. You're in here almost as often as I am, I heard you throwing up and look at you, you look awful!"

"Thanks!" Sara said indignantly.

"Sorry!" She apologised for her abruptness. "But it's true isn't it? You're pregnant?" She pushed.

Sara looked away, trying to think of a convincing lie but she couldn't think of one, Cath had her cornered. She looked at her, her eyes confirming Catherine's suspicions.

"Oh my God!" Catherine's jaw fell to the floor. "Does Gil know yet?"

Sara nodded, she shouldn't have Catherine.

"We just don't want to tell everyone until I'm a little farther into my pregnancy and until everyone settles down over you're little announcement." Sara nodded towards Catherine's own growing stomach. "You won't tell anyone will you?" Sara pleaded with her.

Catherine's blue eyes were welling up; she was on the verge of tears.

"Of course I won't say I word!" She gripped Sara by the arms and pulled her into a hug that almost removed all the air from her lungs. "I'm so happy for you! Oh my God and this means we'll be on maternity leave at almost the same time." Catherine jabbered excitedly in Sara's ear as she tried to regain her freedom.

"Yeah it's really great!" She smiled at the older woman. "Hey Cath can I ask you something?"

"Of course, anything."

"Why the hell to they call it morning sickness when it isn't limited to the morning. I mean they should call it all day sickness or constant sickness or something."

"Tell me about it!" Catherine rolled her eyes. They both laughed as they walked out of the bathroom and returned to work.

-

"Alright guys, we're looking at a double murder in a close knit community. You know the neighbourhoods." Grissom rolled his eyes; the secrets that hid in suburbia could give the shadiest parts of the strip a run for their money. "Anyway we're all going to be working it because whoever called it in also took the liberty of calling the press as well! The sheriff wants this wrapped up ASAP!" He looked around the team who were nodding and rolling their eyes. "Alright then let's head out!"

When they arrived at the scene Grissom did the preliminary walk through. It was a bloody scene, very bloody. At least 10 separate points of disturbance, bloody hand and footprints; this was going to be a busy night. Outside the house he met up with the rest of the team and gave them details of what they would be working on. He gave the boys their assignments first; he wanted as few people as possible around when Catherine blew up.

"Uhh...Cath. Given your current...situation I want you to work the perimeter." He stayed a few paces back when he said this. Her jaw dropped and anger flashed in her eyes.

"What? My situation? You're making me do the perimeter? Because I'm pregnant? No way! Make Greg do it! I am a senior CSI here Gil, you can't give me a rookie job just because I'm pregnant. It's discrimination." She yelled at him. He backed up another step.

"Catherine I am in no way implying that your pregnancy is making you a less capable CSI. Nor am I discriminating against you, it's just...well it's a very bloody scene and your stomach hasn't exactly been the strongest of late. I'm only doing this out of concern for you."

Catherine glared at him, she knew he was right; she hadn't been able to go to autopsy for a week now because she threw up every time and Doc. Robbins had asked her not to come back. On the sidelines of the conversation Sara stood awkwardly looking at the ground, she really did not want to get involved in this.

"Fine!" She scowled and stomped off. Breathing a sigh of relief he turned to Sara.

"Are you going to be alright in there? It's really bloody and your morning sickness has been pretty bad lately too!" He pointed out, his voice was full of concern, the last thing they needed right now was for Sara to throw up in the middle of a crime scene.

"I'll be fine!" She reassured him and walked into the house.

-

Inside Nick and Greg were processing the bathroom. It was in a state, there were pools of blood on the floor and shards of the broken mirror lay scattered on the floor. Greg examined a bloody handprint on the shower curtain.

"What the hell happened here?" He thought out loud.

"I don't know man, but whatever it was, it was messy." Nick looked around the wreckage.

"Well, this handprint is not workable but we can take the curtain back to the lab anyway." Greg informed Nick. "Hey what's this?" Something sparkling in the drain caught his attention.

"I don't know. Jewellery maybe?" Nick appeared at his side and examined the shining object too. "Fish it out there, we'll get a better look." He instructed the young CSI.

Greg sprung forward with enthusiasm then drew back in apprehension. Slowly he lowered a pair of tweezers to the plug hole and attempted to remove the object. He pulled it up but it stuck on something in the pipe, he tried to tug it free but he ended up losing grip of the tweezers and the object fell back down the drain and completely out of sight. Greg's face fell and he sighed defeatedly.

"It's ok G!" Nick placed a comforting hand on Greg's back. "It's in the pipes we can still get it."

Greg forced a smile but continued to sulk and beat himself up over his mistake.

Grissom was processing the master bedroom and site of the first murder when he caught sight of something out the window. He stopped what he was doing and rushed out to the garden to demand an explanation.

Outside in the garden Nick and Warrick were standing with Sara, who was wearing a hard hat and Catherine was making her way over to see what all the fuss was about.

"What's going on here?" Grissom asked in his most authoritative voice. The rest of the team were startled by his arrival.

"Greg found something in the drain of the bath tub but it fell down into the pipe." Nick explained. "So Sara offered to go under and retrieve it from the pipe."

Grissom's jaw tightened. He looked at her standing there in her hard hat ready to crawl under a building. "You can't do that! I mean...why can't someone else do it?" He tried to hide his slip up, hoping the team would just assume he was concerned for his wife.

"In case you haven't noticed Nick and Rick are a lot bigger than me, I'm the only one that fits." Sara argued with him.

"Well what about Greg, he's small! And he's the one who found the thing why can't he go?" Grissom looked around for Greg.

"Greg went back to the lab with the evidence we've collected that you said you want a rush on!" Her jaw was tightening now too.

"What's the big deal boss? It's safe!" Warrick tried to reason with him.

"Safe? You don't know what could be under this building! Would you let Catherine go under there?" Grissom was getting worked up.

"Honey relax I've done this a million times before, I'll be fine!" Sara tried to reassure him.

"But that was before..." He caught himself before the words fell out. Sara glared at him, daring him to finish his sentence with a look that said 'don't you dare!' Realising that he was trapped between a rock and a hard place he knew he would have to let her go to avoid raising suspicions and to avoid having to sleep on the couch tonight. He sighed, bringing his hand up to his head and rubbing his eyes he gave in.

"Fine! Go! But be careful." His ocean blue eyes pleaded with her as she gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.

"I'll be fine!" She promised, kissing him on the cheek.

Underneath the house there was just enough room for Sara to move. Spanner in hand she crawled in search of the pipe, the torch on her head lighting her way Grissom's voice in her ear asking her every other minute had she found it and was she alright.

After a few minutes searching she found the pipe in question. Unscrewing the U-bend she emptied its contents into a specimen jar, smiling when she saw a broken silver necklace fall into it.

"Got it!" She informed her nerve wrecked husband and began to crawl back.

-

After putting in a few hours overtime Sara and Grissom finally reached home after a long, had day.

"What the hell was that at the crime scene today?" Sara yelled at him the minute they were behind closed doors. Grissom hadn't given it a second thought since it happened, he thought it had been resolved and dropped.

"What was what? I was worried about you!" He answered her, trying to keep calm. His recent experiences had taught him that when dealing with emotionally charged pregnant women, raising your voice got you nowhere.

"I'm pregnant Grissom not incapable!" She continued to yell.

"It was still risky Sara! You know that!" He argued.

"Oh it was not!" She rolled her eyes.

"Would you have let Catherine do it?"

"Well, no!" He gave her a my-point-exactly look. "But that's different!" She argued.

"Catherine is a lot more pregnant than I am and damn useless with a spanner too!"

"It doesn't matter it was still a cause for concern. I am allowed to be concerned about you Sara, you know, and our baby too." Her eyes looked up to meet his. There were tears forming in them as she apologised profusely citing pregnancy hormones as the reason she lost her temper and assured him that she was touched by his concern. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. His head lowered to her shoulder and he tenderly kissed the soft skin between her shoulder and her neck.

"I do have one more concern." He informed her as they made their way to the kitchen.

"What's that?"

"I'm afraid that if we don't tell the guys soon I'm going to let it slip that." He eyed her gingerly.

"Ok we can tell them tomorrow!" She shrugged digging around in the freezer looking for ice cream. Grissom was surprised at how quickly she had agreed to announce her pregnancy but was grateful to avoid another argument, so he accepted it.

"Ok then, tomorrow!" He nodded as she started into her ice cream.