Chapter 3

By time they arrived at the scene of the latest carjacking Brass was interviewing a very shaken young lady as a team of paramedics were tending to her husband.

"Young man in a dark hoodie," Brass said, "Wearing dark glasses and a scarf of some sort over the rest of his face. He used a Taser on the man, told the lady to get out "or else" and took off."

Nick shook his head, "At lest all they lost was their car."

"Yeah," Brass said, "I'll put out a broadcast on the car and a guy that could be anyone of a few thousand men in Vegas."

Catherine shook her head and tossed some stuff into the car, "This is obviously bigger then we thought it was. All this time we thought it was just a single man booting cars for cash but it would appear that it is a lot bigger."

Nick nodded his head, "We do need to look at this from that point of view. I'm gonna go see Doc, we need to find out who the John Doe with the bashed in head is, he is our only link."

Back at the house Gil was in the basement unpacking his things and arranging his office the way he wanted them when Sara came in. "Why do you think that the team all thought that we were going to tell them that we were pregnant?" Sara asked, setting down yet another box.

Gil shrugged his shoulders, "Have no idea. It's not like we ever mentioned it."

Sara smiled, "We never talked about it period."

Gil sat and looked at her, "Do you want to?"

Sara sat on his lap, "Talk about it or do it?"

Gil laughed, "Talk about it of course. You know that there are so many reasons why we shouldn't have a child."

Sara kissed his cheek and stood then turned away from him, "Oh I agree, your mother, my mother not to mention that we are both past the age when most people start a family. I can only think of one why we should."

For the first time Gil heard something in her voice he had never heard before, a sound of longing - almost of need.

Gil stood and touched her shoulder, turning her so she was facing him, "Tell."

"I want to. I never thought I would want to have a child but I do, I want to give you a child," Sara said, a tear falling from her eye.

Gil tenderly wiped away the tear and smiled, "Then we will."

Sara kissed him, "But you said ….."

"I know what I said," Gil told her, "But as strange as it may sound, I like the thought of a little Sara running around."

"Or a little Gilbert," Sara said.

Gil shivered, "One of me is more them enough."

Sara looked at the pile of boxes then back at Gil, "Do you think you can do this later?"

Gil smiled, "I can."

Sara took his hand and headed for their room.

Gil stopped and looked into the empty room that was once their shared office, "With a little help this can make a good nursery."

Nick stood next to the body of the young man as Doc went over COD. "I sent prints and DNA," Doc said.

"We need to get an ID on this fella," Nick said, "He is the only link we have to the carjacking and the murders."

"I also sent some stuff to trace," Doc said, "Dirt found on his shoes and some silver looking stuff on his clothing. I hope it helps."

"Thanks," Nick said, as he walked away.

Sara lay wrapped in Gil's arms. "I love it here," she said, snuggling closer to him.

Gil kissed the top of her head, "I love the way you feel."

Gil slowly moved his hands down to her stomach, "A safe warm place for our little Sara."

Sara giggled, "I'm going to call Dr. Ball and make sure everything is alright for us to start trying to have a baby."

"Good idea," Gil said, "I would not want anything to happen to you." Gil glanced at the clock, "As much as I love laying with you I need to get my backside up. I have an appointment with Dean Miller, some paperwork that needs to be signed."

Sara inhaled, the air was heavy with the smell of the love they had just made, "You better shower."

"You think I need one?" he said, smiling.

Showers were taken Gil and Sara were finishing a quick lunch.

"My car should be done so I need to return the rental," Sara said, "I'll drop you off, get my car from the shop and do some shopping. After your meeting we can go to Mario's for dinner."

"Hector said you needed to see me Mr. Young?" Martin said, shaking with fear as he stood in front of the man who had crashed in the skull of his brother.

"You're doing a good job, Martin," the heavy set man said, "I have another job for you." The man handed Martin a piece of paper, "I need THIS car, do you understand?"

"Yes sir," Martin said, "This car."

"My buyer wants parts from this make and model car," Young said.

"Yes sir," Martin said, "Any special color?"

Young laughed for the first time that Martin could ever recall, "Your choice."

Hector grabbed his hoddie and ran out the door, glad that he still had a round head.

Sara called the garage, her car would be ready by time she got there. At the stop light Sara was on the phone with her doctors office when the door to the rental was thrown open, and she felt hands on her. Sara fought back but the man overpowered her, tossed her to the ground and jumped into the car taking off, missing Sara by a matter of inches. A lady coming out of one of the nearby shops immediately called 911, within minutes police and an ambulance were on the scene. Brass was the first to arrive he thought he recognized Sara.

"Sara?" he called, walking over to her.

"Call Catherine," Sara said, showing Jim her hands, "I was able to get a piece of him."

A paramedic walked over to her.

"Not until CSI gets here," Sara told the young lady who offered to help.

Jim called Catherine and told her to have someone pick up Gil at WLVU.

Catherine walked up to Sara. "I have DNA under my nails," Sara said, "I scratched at him and drew blood."

Catherine smiled, "Yes Mrs. Grissom."

Catherine collected evidence and the paramedic was checking out Sara when Gil arrived.

"Nothing seems to be seriously wrong with her but I'm taking her to Desert Palm just to make sure," the paramedic said.

"I don't ….." Sara started to say.

"You be good," Gil said to Sara, "I'll run over to the garage and pick up the car and be right there."

"Yes dear," Sara said, smiling.

Gil walked to the receptionist in the emergency area, "I'm looking for Sara Grissom. I'm her husband."

"Yes sir," the nurse said, "The doctor is just finishing up with her, she is in room 4."

The nurse buzzed him in and Gil found his way to room 4.

"She's fine," the doctor said, after introductions were made, "Her tail end may be a little tender from hitting the road but, as the paramedic said, she is fine."

"I did break a nail," Sara said, smiling.

Gil took her hand and kissed her finger, "Better?" Sara smiled. "Can I take her home?" Gil asked.

"The nurse will be in with some paperwork in just a few minutes," the doctor said.

On their way to the car Gil's phone rang.

"Catherine needs it see us," Gil said to Sara after he hung up the phone.