"And then he fell over…" Jillian stopped when the front door opened.

"What?" Nick looked paranoid as everyone looked at him.

"Enjoy your party?" Sara inquired from her position on the couch.

"It was interesting." He replied.

"Did we get anything nice?"

"A baby baseball mitt, a baby football, Greg offered to take him to a strip club when he turns eighteen."

"I don't think so." Sara stated.

"It's Greg he'll have probably forgotten by then."

Sara yawned.

"Sorry guys I'm going to have to go and take a nap before we have to go to work." Sara apologised.

"We're leaving first thing in the morning so we'd better say goodbye now." Jillian suggested.

"You only came for the party and the night?" Sara questioned.

"I'd never seen Vegas before." Lara-Jo shrugged.

"If you end up at one of the casinos stick to the slot machines." Sara advised.

"I'm from Texas; I can play Texas hold 'em." Lara-Jo pointed out.

"And Mrs Krackener had to call me to and pick her up from school when she was thirteen from running a game during the lunch break." Erin eyed her daughter.

"It's not my fault that the boys couldn't bluff to save their lives." Lara-Jo stated.

"Still stick with the slots." Sara managed to get up from the couch.

She said goodbye to everyone and went to bed.

"So the fish is still alive." Nick said trying to think of something to say as he sat down in the seat Sara had vacated.

"We noticed." Carrie stated. "The place looks good."

"The ceiling looks better now that it doesn't have a giant hole in it from where my stalker fell through it; it had this straight pattern on it before." Nick agreed.

"Nick we've seen the place since then." Erin reminded him. "You sent us pictures."

"I mean it looks more like a home than a bachelor pad."

"Sara likes clutter it helps her think."

CSI CSI

Sara sat on the couch in the break room cushions propped up around her; she only had another two weeks before she went on maternity leave. The computer they used to run fingerprints was down so she was sat reading through some lab results and condensing them into conclusions a jury could understand for the trials that the team had to testify on over the next few weeks.

"Hey Sara." Greg walked in.

"I want a word with you Sanders." Sara told him.

"What did I do now?" Greg inquired.

"You told Nick you'd take my son to a strip show?"

"When he was old enough." Greg stated.

"If you even think about it I'll shoot you and make it look like an accident." Sara told him.

"Sara this is Vegas." Greg pointed out.

"And if he thinks of going to a casino or getting drunk before he's twenty one I have no problem having him arrested."

"You'd have your kid arrested?"

"My father was an alcoholic and my mother is a murderer, what do you think?"

"Right, no taking him to a strip club. What about Nick?"

"You want to take Nick to a strip club?" Sara queried.

"It's for a case." Greg explained.

"I can stop him going for a case." Sara set the files down and shuffled to get up.

"Where are you going?"

"The octopus inside me decided to kick my bladder." Sara replied.

"Nice to describe your son as an octopus."

"Well I feel like a beached whale, I thought I'd stick with the ocean analogy."

"It's really that bad?" Greg asked.

"He doesn't have that much room in there any more." Sara rubbed her stomach. "Excuse me."

TBC