Sara and Nick headed into work early so Sara could fill Grissom in on the situation.

Grissom had been supportive offering his congratulations. He was going to find out the department policy on when CSI's had to come out of the field and the limitations of crime scenes.

Sara told him what she knew; he offered to limit which cases she went on until he found out more. Obviously at some point she would be restricted to the lab but they would work out the details of that at a later time.

"How did it go?" Nick asked as she came into the break room and he handed her a bottle of water.

"He says congratulations. He's going to find out what the departments policy on field work is and get back to me, but for now just limit my cases to certain scenes."

"Sounds okay."

"Do you have a dollar?" Sara asked. Nick fished in his pocket and handed her a dollar. "Thanks."

"Where are you going?" He inquired when she headed for the door.

"To buy a bag of chips from the vending machine. I'm hungry."

CSI CSI

The department policy recommend that at 20 weeks Sara transferred to the lab and didn't go in the field any more. There was a health and safety list of chemicals and tests that Sara would be restricted from carrying out.

Sara was compliant.

At a scene a few weeks later Sara was working with Greg processing the bedroom of a house.

Sara sprayed the luminol onto the wall and her stomach turned.

"Greg, photograph that." She told him before clamping her hand over her mouth and running out the room.

"Sara!" Greg called after her.

Sara ran past Catherine on the stairs out the house, she managed to get behind her Denali before she threw up.

"Hey Sara are you okay?" Catherine came up behind her.

"Dodgy stomach, I'll be fine in a minute." Sara replied.

"Is a dodgy stomach a way of saying you're pregnant but not telling people yet?" Catherine asked.

"How long have you known?" Sara sighed.

"Well not for certain until now, but I've suspected for a few weeks. The fact that you're not drinking coffee and throwing up at crime scenes are good clues."

"It's the first time I've thrown up." Sara stated. "Luminol of all things."

"That would be the hydrogen peroxide in it. We'll get you a mask."

"Thanks." Sara leant back against the car and took a breath as Catherine handed her a bottle of water.

"How far along are you?"

"According to the doctor about 8 weeks, an unplanned by-product of my honeymoon."

"It's not so bad." Catherine said. "How are you doing otherwise?"

"I'm getting used to the idea."

"Well congratulations."

"Thanks." Sara took a deep breath.

"How's Nick doing with it?"

"Trying to avoid driving me crazy." Sara replied.

"Any strange cravings?"

"Not yet. Unless you count no salt potato chips." Sara stated.

"Well your doctor will prefer that you eat the no salt ones."

"I know." Sara sighed. "Can you not say anything to anyone?" Sara requested. "We want to wait to tell people for a while."

"Who else knows?" Catherine inquired.

"I had to tell Grissom so I guess whoever he asked what the department policy was, Doc Robbins and my doctors. We're going to give it another month or so before we tell people just to be safe."

"Of course. Feeling better?"

"A bit."

"Why don't you take what we have back to the lab?" Catherine suggested.

"I'll be okay in a minute." Sara insisted.

"We've got lots of evidence to take back anyway. You may as well head back and start processing it and let your stomach settle, Greg and I can finish up here."

"If you're sure?"

"Head back to the lab."

"My kit is still up there."

"I'll bring it back for you."

"Okay thanks." Sara replied.

"I'll make a godmother if you're looking." Catherine told her.

"I'll get back to you on that one. I think that debate will come after the one about names, Nick bought a book, which wasn't a good idea."

"Steal it." Catherine suggested. "I'll see you back at the lab."

"Thanks Catherine."

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"Greg, Sara's gone back to the lab; can you pack up her kit and remember to take it with us when we go back?" Catherine stood in the bedroom doorway.

"Is she okay? She looked a little pale and like she was about to throw up."

"Dodgy stomach, probably something she ate. She took what we have so far back and is going to log it in." Catherine explained.

"Okay." Greg nodded.

TBC