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Author's Notes: Thanks so much for the sweet feedback. This little series is turning out to be a lot of fun to write! I hope you keep reading and enjoying.

Moments

by Kristen Elizabeth

Greg's first thought upon entering the private maternity ward was that he hoped he wouldn't be back for quite awhile. There was just a little bit too much pink, even for someone like him who was quite comfortable with his feminine side.

"Can we just go in?" he asked Nick as they walked down the long corridor. "What if she's…indecent or something?"

"We do plan to knock." Warrick took the stuffed bear they'd purchased away from the younger CSI. "You're about to twist the thing's head off, man."

"Babies make me a little nervous," Greg explained. "I'm always afraid I'll drop them. There was an unfortunate incident with my cousin when I was a kid. I'm still not supposed to hug her and she's almost twenty."

Nick checked the door numbers. "Catherine said room 811, right?" He stopped and Greg slammed into his back.

"I'm not being your third stooge," Warrick declared as he side-stepped the pile-up. "This is it."

Nick grimaced. "Yeah, that's why I stopped."

Greg flashed Nick a weak smile. "Sorry."

Warrick knocked on the door and a moment later, Grissom answered. But this wasn't the man they were used to seeing around the lab. Gone was the tired expression on his face and the little lines around his eyes that signaled another long night dancing with death. This Grissom seemed lighter, happier, and almost exuberant.

It was creepy.

"Come in," he said, ushering them inside. "But be quiet. Sara's sleeping."

Greg let Warrick and Nick go in first. He wasn't entirely sure of his place in this situation. He would be interacting with his boss in a totally foreign environment, one that was usually very private. He had just become a parent a mere matter of hours earlier. Grissom was now a father.

Well, Greg thought, at least the world hadn't come to an end. Yet.

Nick was the first to point out the warming bassinet on wheels that had been pulled up alongside the bed where Sara lay peacefully dozing. "There she is," he said, amazed.

Grissom nodded with a goofy grin that just creeped Greg out even more. "Rosalind."

"Family name?" Warrick asked.

"No, we named her after Rosalind Franklin. The molecular biologist who helped discover DNA, but never got any of the credit for it," Grissom said. "It was Sara's suggestion." He reached down and carefully picked up his infant daughter. The little girl opened her mouth in a tiny yawn, then promptly fell back asleep in her father's hands.

"She's beautiful, Gris," Nick said. "Congratulations."

"Congratulate me," Sara said in a sleepy voice. "I did all of the work."

Grissom frowned. "We woke you, honey. I'm sorry."

She shook her head against her pillow. "It's all right." Her smile was tired, but positively angelic. "Doesn't my husband look even more handsome holding a baby?"

Warrick chuckled. "I'm gonna pass on that question." He set down the teddy bear and took Sara's hand. "You did a good job, girl."

"She's got a lot of hair," Nick noted, eyeing the dark lock peeking out from underneath the baby's pink cap.

"She gets that from me," Grissom said with pride.

"Here's hoping she gets your eyes, too," Sara added. She held out her arms, and Grissom carefully placed their baby in them. "We still haven't settled on a middle name, though. What goes well with Rosalind?"

Greg's response was sudden. "Emilie." Everyone except the baby looked at him. "Well, if you're continuing with a theme, she was a French scientist who spoke six languages by the time she was twelve. She translated Newton's writings from the original Latin." He took a breath. "She also had an illicit affair with Voltaire."

Grissom arched one eyebrow. "Please don't use the word 'illicit' in conjunction with my daughter ever again."

"Rosalind Emilie Grissom," Sara mused. "It's not too much of a mouthful, is it?"

"Not for a future Rhodes scholar," Warrick assured her.

"You can call her Lindy," Greg offered. "Or Roz."

The new father grimaced. "How about we just call her Rosalind?"

"Whatever we call her, Catherine will be upset." Sara smiled. "She wanted us to use her name."

"Maybe next time," Grissom said without thinking.

His wife's expression turned from motherly to deadly. "Next time?"

Nick cleared his throat. "You know…we should let you get some rest."

"I didn't mean…" their supervisor tried to cover.

Sara cut him off. "Fourteen hours of active labor, Gil. Fourteen hours of constant, excruciating pain."

"You said it was worth it. Honey," he added for good measure.

"It was worth it, but if you think I'm going to be up to repeating it all over again anytime in the near future…"

"Yeah, we're gonna go now." Warrick tugged on Greg's shirt, yanking him towards the door. "Congrats and…good luck."

Grissom held up his hands, fending off the hormone-fueled attack. "It was a simple slip of the…"

Greg stuck his head back through the door. "Hey, sorry," he interrupted them. "I just gotta say…thanks, Sara."

"Thanks?" she puzzled. "Thanks for what?"

He grinned, thinking about the five hundred dollars in his wallet. "You and Roz have got great timing."

To Be Continued