See Chapter One for Disclaimer and Other Notes

NOTES: Weekly CSIPrompts Challenge 6: Must Start With: He shivered in his soaked jacket as he walked down the highway. "You know, it was over eighty degrees and clear. How did we drop forty degrees, and where did all this rain come from?" Topic: Strange Weather Random Prompts: physician, vomit, gray matter, cotton candy.

A/N 2: Thank you to CSIGeekFan for the prompts and to everyone who has been reading and reviewing this story. I love your comments. I'm without my computer, seems the dang thing bit the dust; my son's computer doesn't like me too much so this is sort of short. I'll get back to you guys as soon as I can if you happen to grace me with a review.

Chapter 6

He shivered in his soaked jacket as he walked down the highway. "You know, it was over eighty degrees and clear. How did we drop forty degrees, and where did all this rain come from?"

"Well, you know what they say don't you?" Greg watched Nick's face contort into a grimace.

"No, Greg, what do they say?" he asked grumpily. They were scouring the side of the highway for possible evidence in a hit and run. The victim was deceased and unidentified and on his way to the morgue.

"You don't have to be a smart ass, I'm just making conversation to pass time." Greg pouted.

"I'm sorry, I'm just grumpy." Nick said. "What do they say?"

"If you don't like the strange weather in May, wait five minutes, it'll change." Greg smiled as the scowl on his friend's face morphed into a silly grin.

"Have you seen the baby since Sara and Grissom carried him home?" Nick asked as he bent down to place the yellow evidence marker '19' next to an unusual bit of evidence: it was a splintered piece of printed plywood.

Sanders leaned in to photograph the evidence with the Nikon digital camera, "No, I haven't gone to the Grissom's residence. It kind of intimidates me though: going to Grissom's house on a social visit. It would creep me out if he had chocolate covered bugs in a dish on the coffee table."

"Geez Greg, Sara lives there too, it's not like she'd let him keep edible bugs in the house; she's a vegetarian and bugs are sort of meat, I would think, so not a problem. Our little nephew is in some serious need of his uncles coming over for a little man time. We could go over and Griss and Sara could go out for a while."

"Hey, that sort of looks like the wood that skateboards are made out of. You remember before Sara had Junior and we took over their case of the dead skater who ended up a floater?" Nick nodded and Greg continued, "We were coming up near here for that case to see if we could find some physical evidence at Overton Beach and we never made it?" Nick nodded again, "I think we just found some evidence in that case, hopefully the two cases will be tied together."

The two men didn't say much as they followed the trail of various evidence in a generally easterly direction along Nevada State Highway 573 as the traffic cops rerouted traffic for the two CSI's.

Their physician had told them it would be okay for all of the family to go on the ride formerly known as the Manhattan Express roller coaster, if the machinery was not in operation; however if only Grissom chose to ride, then Sara and the baby could wait at the Coney Island Pavilion, because there were no child care facilities at the New York, New York.

"After all Gil, you have to be 54 inches tall to ride and your young son here is 33 short at the moment." Barbara Hannagan, their OB-Gyn, shared Grissom's affinity for roller coasters and had challenged him to ride the old fashioned wooden coaster in New Orleans.

"Barbara, we would love to go to New Orleans, but I hear the humidity is horrible," Gil had replied.

"Just don't go in the summer or the fall. They have a different kind of heat than we do here in Vegas, it's horrible. I spent a little time there before 'Katrina' and it was a wonderful city full of beautiful greenery, mysterious places, and the blues." The woman said with a twinkle in her eye, as she looked at the new mother holding her now week old son, "Now, as for Mrs. Grissom here, Sara, we should start you on birth control pills to help regulate your periods after your pregnancy."

Sara shook her head in assent, but as she did so, Gilbert, Jr. took that opportunity to vomit down the back of his mother's shirt. His father artfully dodged the spewed baby formula as he grabbed a couple of towels from their baby blue carry-all and wrapped the young man in it, he handed the other towel to Sara without a word as she seamlessly removed her outer shirt as she had a ribbed spaghetti strapped teddy on underneath.

Dr. Hannagan watched as the couple cleaned up in perfect harmony. "Are you sure the two of you have never had kids before?" They both looked at her with vague expressions of amusement, "You two work together wonderfully, like a team."

Gil laughed, "Of course, we've worked on the same team for eight years."

Sara cleaned her blue vertical striped button up, as Grissom cooed with his son. She stopped what she was doing and it seemed like the whole world disappeared as she watched her husband with the adorable baby boy they had made together. It seemed so surreal, this new life they shared.

"It doesn't take a lot of gray matter to see the two of you are crazy about your new addition." Hannagan smiled at the couple and the new born.

The Grissom's all smiled back at her.

Soon afterward, Grissom was driving down the South end of the Strip in his blue Mercedes and made a right turn into the side street to enter the parking garage of the New York, New York hotel and casino. He looked over at Sara and then glanced in the rear-view mirror to look at his baby boy safely tucked in the car seat. He reached his hand over to Sara and they rested their joined hands on her left thigh.

"Thank you, Sara for letting me come ride a coaster. It's been too long." He glanced over to her and smiled.

She returned the smile, "I guess the baby and I will have some cotton candy while we wait on you."

Several minutes later, Grissom flashed his laminated pass for the ride to the attendant. He could see his little family from his vantage point and he was happy. He could see Sara speaking intently to their baby. He briefly wondered what she was saying.

Sara was lamenting the fact that although she was the one who had studied physics in college, it was her husband who enjoyed the thrill of the loops, hills and corkscrews of the mammoth machine.

The coaster took off and soon achieved it's maximal speed of 67 miles per hours as Grissom braced himself on the bar to his taxi-cab inspired cart. He could see the marvelous view of the city in which he lived, as the chain lift pulled him closer to the first of the many loops, Grissom let loose his first scream that cleansed his soul. He pictured his family as everything else faded from his mind.

TBC

A/N 3: I know I haven't written much on the case file for this in a while, hopefully my prompts for next week will help me get back to it and maybe my own computer will be repaired, so I don't have to use this dreadful new-fangled POS anymore.