"That's a definite bump you've got there." Catherine commented to Sara month or so later.

"I noticed."

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm not half way through and I'll be glad when it's over." Sara sighed.

"Are you going find out the sex?" Catherine asked.

"I told Nick we could. It will make it easier when we know whether we have to pick another name or not."

"You've picked one?" Catherine asked.

"Benjamin after his great grandfather if it's a boy." Sara replied.

"That's sweet."

"It will probably change before then but it's a start."

"And will probably be a girl because they are so much harder to pick names for. We went through about fifty before we settled on Lindsey."

"With Nick's family there are thirty names to avoid." Sara pointed out.

"True."

"Ooh."

"Are you okay?" Catherine inquired.

"Give me your hand."

Sara put Catherine's hand on her stomach so she could feel the gentle fluttering.

"How long has it been doing that?"

"I finally figured out what it was last week, it was only when I was trying to go to sleep yesterday that I realised it was strong enough that Nick could feel it too."

"It makes it real." Catherine suggested.

"Are you two coming?" Greg asked from the doorway.

"Five minutes, I need a bathroom break." Sara replied.

"Be right there." Catherine added.

Nick handed Sara her bottle of juice when she sat down.

"Thanks." She whispered.

"Assignments. Catherine, Greg dead patron at Olympic Gardens, started foaming at the mouth and collapsed on the floor. Greg behave yourself."

"I can handle a strip club." Greg assured him.

"I'm sure you will it's Men of Olympus night." Catherine stated.

"And how do you know that?" Warrick asked.

"The flyer stuff through my door." Catherine replied. "Some mail I have to grab before Lindsey sees it."

"Nick, Warrick you're with me at a suspicious fire, three fatalities." Grissom continued. "And Sara."

"Let me guess lab work."

"Suspected date rape. The victim is at Desert Palms." Grissom handed her the slip.

"Okay."

Nick whispered something to her.

"Grow up." Sara replied. She took her juice and left.

"What did you say?" Catherine asked.

"Doesn't matter." Nick sighed. "She's just a little temperamental."

"I think you were looking for the phrase 'mood swings'." Warrick patted him on the back. "It will probably only get worse."

"Is she going to be okay to…" Grissom started.

"Don't finish that." Catherine warned. "You know how Sara is about her job. She only gets to do it for two more weeks before she gets yanked out of the field. Let her do it." She walked out.

"This is going to be a fun night." Greg sighed before following her.

"She'll be fine." Nick assured Grissom. "It's just me that annoys her at the moment. She threw two cushions at me for asking whether she wanted parmesan on her pasta."

"At least she didn't throw anything that would injure you." Warrick pointed out.

"If she throws me out expect a knock on the door."

"We live in a city full of hotels man." Warrick remarked. "Just avoid the rooms where we've had cases."

TBC