Sara woke up to find Nick sitting on the bed watching her.

"You know that's pretty disconcerting."

"Sorry." Nick apologised and gave her a quick kiss.

"How'd your night go?"

"Long. Greg mentioned there was no evidence in your case."

"I know she was raped but where, when and by whom I have no evidence to give me any clues." Sara sighed.

"You can't solve them all."

"Your kid wasn't doing much to help."

"My kid?"

"I have definitive proof that it's yours."

"Who else's did you exactly think it was?" Nick inquired.

"You know what I mean."

"What's this proof?"

"I've been craving steak."

"Steak?" Nick repeated.

"The biggest juiciest steak in Las Vegas."

"Did you give in?" Nick inquired.

"After I threw up my cereal and toast we compromised on a bacon sandwich."

"Negotiating with the kid already." Nick smiled.

"It's not funny. It doesn't seem to understand the term vegetarian."

"I wouldn't expect it to. But if you still want steak I know a great place."

"Don't tell it that." Sara groaned.

"Sorry."

"I have to pee." Sara crawled out of bed.

CSI

Sara was up and dressed by the time Nick woke up.

"Want some breakfast?" Sara inquired. "Which seems like a stupid thing to ask at 10pm."

"Toast's fine." Nick replied.

"Toast it is."

"How are you and your cravings?" Nick asked.

"I still can't eat toast or cereal." Sara replied. "Or anything remotely breakfast related. Bacon flavour chips seem acceptable at the moment."

"Sorry." Nick apologised.

"It's not me you need to talk to."

Nick walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"Kid this is your father let your mother eat what she wants please."

"Oh god." Sara said.

"What?"

"Mother."

"Yeah?" Nick was a little confused.

"Can you really see me as someone's mother?" Sara asked.

"Yes. You'll be a great Mom."

"I didn't have the best example."

"That does matter. You'll still be a great Mom." Nick assured her. "It thinks so to."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. We'll figure it all out together I promise."

Sara turned around so she could hug him properly.

The toaster popped.

"Breakfasts ready." Sara whispered.

"It can wait."

"Oh god." Sara pulled out his arms and ran to the bathroom.

Nick quickly buttered the toast and wolfed it down to hide the evidence.

"Are you okay?" He asked from the bathroom doorway.

"I'm supposed to be over this by now." Sara sighed. "I've thrown up more in the last twenty-four hours that I did the whole of last week."

"Maybe it's going through a growth spirit so you get the extra hormones which make you more susceptible."

"This is the one occasion where a scientific explanation isn't appropriate." Sara stated.

"Sorry."

TBC