The next day they got to work on the nursery. Grissom made sure every inch of the hard wood floor was covered before he dared open a single can of paint. As he was getting things organized, Sara stepped in the room with the phone to her ear.

"Yes Catherine, I sent you the latest sonogram and no I'm not telling you what it is when I don't even know myself. Look, go ask doc, maybe he can shed light on this this." Sara rolled her eyes as she listened to the woman on the other line lecture her. "Cath, I really have to go. We're busy today. I'll call you after tomorrow's appointment." They said their goodbyes and Sara sunk into a rocking chair Grissom had placed by the wall not about to be painted.

"Sounds like you have a fun conversation." he said as he rolled a layer of paint over the wall.

"If you were me, you wouldn't think so." Sara almost laughed. "That woman goes on and on."

Grissom smiled but kept at the task at hand.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" asked Sara, glancing around the room.

He turned to her. "You shouldn't even be in here. Isn't there something else you could be doing?"

A grin broke out on her face as she got an idea. "Actually..." she said getting up. "I'll be back in a couple hours."

"What?" Grissom turned only to see she had already left the room. He looked out the window and his car was gone.

If he's going to paint the room, I'm going to design it. She thought as she looked through the aisle of The Home Depot. She was looking for something that would work for either gender, and turned down the offered help of a salesperson, seeing as she was Sara and she is stubborn.

Finally it caught her eye and she smiled. She knew he'd love it.

6:15 P.M.

He finally finished as she entered the room with her shopping bags.

"I'm impressed." She said. He looked up from his seat in the rocker. "Where'd you get that anyway?" she wondered. She had never noticed the rocking chair at their home in Vegas.

"It was my mothers." Grissom confessed, looking back at it. "She insisted I have it after her death, just in case."

"She had great intuition." said Sara as she handed him the shopping bags. "I thought this would work in here...more for us...but none the less."

He pulled the contents into his hands and smiled, kissing her cheek. "Perfect." he said looking down at the border in his hand. It was decorated with a jungle theme. Monkeys played on branches and a few bugs were hidden among the brush.

"It'll bring back memories...for us." Sara said, regaining his attention.

"That it will." he said. "Does this mean more work?"

Her response was laughing while leaving the room. She turned and said. "You're the one who said I shouldn't be in here."

By midnight walls were done. Sara was fast asleep as Grissom slid into bed. He wrapped an arm around her midsection. "All for you." he whispered softly.

By morning Sara was looking around the room. "I'm impressed."

"Thank you."

"There you go with that again." she giggled.

"I've explained myself. And you could say you're welcome."

"Okay, you're welcome, and thank you for doing all this."

He pulled her close to him. "It's a small price to pay."

A/N: Short, but I promised more. And I'm glad you liked the last chapter. I honestly didn't think it would be that touching lol.