Sara was stood in front of the mirror dress only in a bikini top and a pair of shorts.

The temperature in Las Vegas had jumped 10 degrees in less than twenty four hours and the humidity levels had taken a sharp climb as well.

It didn't help that when Sara and Nick got home their air conditioning unit had packed up. Nick had banished Sara to the bedroom where they had a ceiling fan as it was the coolest room in the house while Nick tried to work out what the problem was.

Sara had offered to help several times but she had been ushered back into the bedroom with a glass of juice full of ice cubes to keep her cool.

Sara had gotten to the point where she had suggested that Nick just drop her off in one of the air conditioned lobbies of one of the big hotels. Nick had countered the morgue would be better. Sara had just given up and retreated into the bedroom and taken a nap.

Now she was stood in front of the mirror.

"Having fun?" Nick asked.

"I'm getting wide."

Nick had been expecting her to say fat not wide.

"Wide?"

"I haven't put on weight in my stomach, it's all on my butt, hips and I'm loosing my waist."

"Counter-balance?" Nick suggested.

Sara glared at him.

"This would be one of those times where it would be better if I didn't say anything right?"

"Good guess."

"Let me just say you look great but it's all for a good cause."

"I'm going end up looking like I swallowed a beach ball."

"You'll still look beautiful." He wrapped his arms around her.

"Nice try but I don't believe you. He'd better not turn out to be an armed robber or a serial killer or something."

"You think it's a boy?" Nick asked.

"No." Sara replied.

"So you think it's a girl?"

"No."

"You said 'he'." Nick pointed out.

"I had to pick a pronoun." Sara shrugged. "He or she is better than it."

"So any feeling either way?"

"No. You can ask the doctor in two months if you like." Sara told him. "How's the air-con?"

"One of the parts packed up."

"So are you going to call someone to come and fix it?" Sara inquired.

"No. Warrick has a friend who can get me the part but it won't be until tomorrow. Want me to call Catherine and see if you can go over there?"

"Nick, we go to work in about 8 hours and hopefully it will have cooled a little by then, but right now I'm going to have a cold shower and I'm going to crawl under that very thin sheet and try and get at least six hours sleep. If you want to join me…"

"Actually a cold shower about now…"

"I meant sleeping. You have to work tonight too."

"Okay." Nick kissed her. "Go take your shower."

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"You look a little frazzled. The heat getting you?" Catherine asked Sara later that evening.

"Our central air-con had packed up by the time we got home yesterday. So I spent the whole day in the bedroom with the ceiling fan while Nick tried to figure out the problem."

"That must have been like an oven, why didn't you come over to my place?" Catherine asked.

"That suggestion came up along with one of the hotel lobbies or the morgue. Hopefully it will get fixed later or this heat wave will break."

"Sounds like you're hoping for a storm."

"Sounds good about now." Sara stated.

"Sounds good to all of us, but the weathermen are predicting it will be like this for at least the rest of the week."

"Great." Sara closed her locker door.

"Why don't you ask Grissom if you can stay in the lab the air conditioning should help…"

The lights blacked out and the air-conditioning cut out.

"You were saying?" Sara asked.

"Why don't you ask Grissom if he has any cases in one of the hotels with good air conditioning?"

"Why did I think moving to a desert was a good idea?"

"The bright lights bring all the interesting cases."

"And hopefully a generator."

TBC