Sara sat on her hospital bed watching. Greg had her son, while Nick held their daughter. She contemplated how everything had changed in the last forty-eight hours and she tried to restrain herself from snatching her children back from the men who held them.

Sara pushed her legs over the side of the bed and careful got off.

"Where are you going?" Nick inquired.

"They haven't eaten in a few hours, they'll start screaming soon. I'll be back."

"Okay."

"Is she okay?" Greg asked when Sara left the room.

"She gave birth twice, and has only had about three hours of sleep since; I'd say she's allowed to be a little grumpy." Nick stated.

"Right. When've you got to be back in court?"

"Tomorrow morning." Nick replied. "Sara and the twins can come home tomorrow afternoon and at some point I have to pick my mother up at the airport."

"I could take care of that for you if you want." Greg offered.

"You want to pick my mother up?" Nick questioned.

"Why not? It's not like I don't know what she looks like."

"That would be great." Nick said. "I'll get you her flight information."

"No problem."

"What did you keep the kids and loose Sara?" Warrick appeared in the doorway.

"I hope not." Sara said from behind him.

"Hey girl." Warrick moved to let her into the room. "You look tired."

"You're good for my ego." Sara went and sat back on the bed.

"Sorry how are you feeling?"

"Sore, tired and happy."

"Good." Warrick replied. "Catherine and Grissom will be by later."

"Okay." Sara nodded. "How's your hand?"

"Sore, but I'll live. You've got one hell of a grip."

"Sorry." Sara apologised.

"You should know you have enough pink clothes to last at least a few months, Catherine also insisted on picking up lots of neutral I'm not sure what you call them."

"Thanks." Sara yawned.

"And I got a gift for you." He handed her the gift bag.

"Thanks." Sara opened the bag and pulled out a small gift box. Opening it up so found a silver locket. "It's beautiful."

"Flip it over."

There was an inscription. Ben and Lizzie and their date of birth.

"Thanks Warrick."

"I figure you could find your own pictures to put in."

"Don't I get anything?" Nick asked.

"You didn't put in all the hard effort yesterday." Warrick replied winking at Sara.

"Grissom did say you could have the rest of the week off." Greg offered as a consolation.

"I was supposed to call him and ask for the time off."

"Catherine and I got it covered." Warrick assured him.

"Thanks man."

"When's your Mom arriving I can go and pick her up for you." Warrick offered.

"Greg already offered." Nick told him. "But thanks."

"Here you Mrs Stokes." A nurse brought in two bottles.

"Thank you." Sara replied.

As if on cue both babies started crying.

"I don't do crying babies." Greg went and handed Ben to Sara.

Sara tested both bottles on her wrist before passing on to Nick.

With both babies being fed they were happy.

"You seem to have got the hang of things."

"You should have seen my first attempt at putting on a diaper." Sara remarked.

"You just didn't pull it tight enough." Nick told her. "It gets easier with practice."

"You're going to have plenty of it." Warrick commented.

TBC