"Sara I need you to switch cases with Warrick."

"Why?" Sara just got her sheet with the address of her new case.

"I want you on his case."

"He started it last night why pulling him away, and me in instead of me giving a new case and letting him go on with his case."

"I don't want to discuss that with you."

That wasn't like Grissom. He didn't ask her to step back, he told her to leave her case alone and take over Warrick's case. And it didn't look like she would get an explanation for that. Grissom had turned and walked away.

"Fine." Sara grumbled. She walked over to the lab where Warrick was working on his evidence.

"Hey I'm suppose to take over for you and you're suppose to go to my crime scene."

"Why?"

"I've no idea, ask Grissom. It's an order, no request."

"Oh." Warrick was surprised. That wasn't Grissom like was his thought too.

"So tell me, what have you got?"

"B&E. A nice villa in the north west. A few paintings are missing, some strange looking art decoration and jewelry. All together worth a million."

"Not too bad, it was worth breaking in. Evidence?"

"Unfortunately the night before was a big party, over fifty guests and the burglars came in after everybody was gone, the hosts were in bed and nobody had cleaned anything. So it's almost impossible to say which prints belong to the burglars and which to the guests. All the paintings and decoration have been in places the guests were."

"What about the jewelry?"

"That was in a safe in the living room. Also full with guests."

"Was it common knowledge that the safe was there?"

"No, it was hidden behind the sofa. It's not a safe build in a wall, it's build in the floor. Whoever took the jewelry pushed away the sofa, lifted up the carpet and broke in the safe. My guess is the burglar knew about the safe, you don't look at places like that for no reason."

"You asked them who knew about the safe?"

"Brass did. Apparently nobody than the family."

"Do they have children? Or who is 'family' in this case?"

"Three children. They've a cleaner coming in twice a week. I don't know how good this cleaner is but she might have known about the safe. I couldn't talk to her, she's on holiday. When they have a party like that they order a cleaning company so the cleaner has a week off. She'll be back on Monday."

"And they did that all the time this way?"

"Yes. It would be the perfect opportunity for the cleaner, wouldn't it? Being on holidays anyway, nobody will be suspicious because she isn't there. And if she won't be back next week it's too late she'll be somewhere safe."

"That is one possibility. The other is, it wouldn't be the first time that children steal from their parents to get some money for drugs, a nice car, party or simply because they can and hate their parents. We had cases like that."

"Yeah. Thanks god we don't have children, huh?"

Sara bit her lip. She didn't want to mention that Sofia was pregnant, that was a thing Sofia had to tell them. When she felt ready to share that secret she could do so. Sara would keep her mouth shut.

"Did you talk to them?"

"No. I do have their prints, but they live there, their prints are all over the place."

"Yeah but why would they move the sofa?"

"It was party time, the daughter needed some nice rings, a bracelet and a collar."

"I hate rich people."

"They make things more difficult." He stood up and took her paper. "Enjoy your new case."

"Thanks." Sara sighed. Great she had to get fifty fingerprints and had to compare them all to all the other fingerprints they had found. And she was sure it wasn't enough with these fifty guests. There would be friends, neighbors, servants, friends of the children and whoever else was running around places like that. She had to see all these people, get their fingerprints and then she could lock herself for a few days in the lab.

"How do you feel?" Sara hugged Sofia and kissed her softly.

"Morning sickness hit me." Sofia was pale and sat on the couch.

"Oh, shit."

"Yeah. I think I'll stay here and wait for the next time I feel the urge to hug the toilette."

"You can't sleep on the couch."

"Why not? I don't want to wake you up."

"If you sleep here I'll sleep here too. I won't sleep in bed without you."

"Sara…okay I can see this stubborn look in your eyes, no matter what I'll say you'll say no. I'll sleep in bed."

"Good. I catch a shower and join you."

"Hurry, I miss you already." Sofia got up. How long was the morning sickness suppose to stay? She hoped she was over that soon. Even worse if her body would make the decision to move her morning sickness to night sickness. She needed to ask her mom if she had suffered a lot under this and if Sofia was likely to be the same.

"Are you alright?"

"At the moment yes." Sofia moved the blanket so that Sara could come next to her. Immediately the brunette pulled the blonde in her arms.

"I missed you the whole night."

"One day we'll have a case together again."

"I hope."

"How is your case?"

"Exhausting. I've over fifty people who were at the crime scene a few hours before the burglars came in. If not one or some of them are my burglars. I compared so many fingerprints, first all from the safe and the wall next to the paintings, so far I don't have a pair that doesn't belong to somebody who wasn't invited. The family's prints are on the safe, no guests."

"Where did they enter the house?"

"The front door. They broke the lock, stopped the alarm and took whatever they wanted."

"Nobody saw anything?"

"It was four in the morning, in that area everybody is asleep at that time."

"Hard case."

"Yeah. Warrick's case. I've no idea why Grissom pulled me away from my case and made me work Warricks."

Sofia bit on her lips.

"You know something." Sara's eyes became narrow. She could see that Sofia was hiding something. Something about the case Grissom pulled her off.

"Don't bring me into that."

"Sofia, why? Why did he pull me away?"

"Ask him."

"I ask you, you know something. Tell me, please."

"It isn't a nice case."

"Are you working it?"

"Yes."

"I doubt he pulled me away because we're married. What is it with the case?"

"It's about child abuse. They…we found a dead body of a young girl and it looks like the father killed her after he raped her."

"That's why he pulled me away?"

"Yes. He thought – and I'm with him – that this case isn't good for you."

"You're pregnant, it isn't good for you either."

"That's not the same. You know how you react when you're working on cases like this."

"He could have told me and asked me not to work it instead of giving me the order to back off."

"He knows your stubborn mind, you wouldn't have agreed on that."

"I can work all cases, there's no need to handle me with kid gloves."

"Yes you can and you solve them all, no matter how hard it is. But they are not good for your soul. I'm happy he told you to work Warrick's case. I'd have done the same, even if you don't want to hear that."

"It's not fair toward Warrick."

"Everybody has weak spots. I'm sure he'd appreciate it when you'd take over for him if the case is about gambling. It's nothing bad, it's knowing your own weakness and it's not a weakness to acknowledge a weakness. Like my weakness is that I'm not prepared enough for shootings, that I take danger not always as serious as I should."

"Tell me about it." Sara grumbled.

"I'll try to change that. I had my bullet proof vest with me today."

"Good. Did you wear it?"

"No, but it was close."

"You need to wear it."

"I can't wear it the whole time, nobody does that. You ever saw Brass walking around with a bullet proof vest?"

"No but I didn't see him pregnant either."

"You worry about me all the time it's nothing about being pregnant."

"Yes I do."

"As I worry about you." Sofia nibbled on Sara's earlobe.

"I'm only a CSI, I'm safe."

"Mhm…do I really need to count all the things that happened to night shift CSIs in the last years?"

"No."

"Good. I don't feel like that." Sofia moved her leg over Sara's legs and started to kiss her throat.

"What are you doing?" Sara asked.

"How does it feel like?"

"You're pregnant!"

"And? Do you think only because I'm pregnant I don't want to have any sex for the next seven months? That won't happen. I won't sleep seven months next to you without touching you having you touch me. I'm pregnant and not ill."

"What will the baby think?"

"It will think that her or his moms are very happy and enjoy what they're doing and the happier I am the happier the baby is. If you tell me not to sleep with you for seven months you'll have me very unhappy and sad and so will our child be. Do you want an unhappy wife and a sad child?"

"No, but…"

"No but, Sara. Use your brain you know it's not bad for the child. We might be a little bit careful later when my belly looks like a water melon but that is no reason to stop…only if you think I'm not sexy anymore because I'm pregnant and you think pregnant women are disgust…" The rest of Sofia's word wasn't hearable because Sara had pressed her lips on the blondes and started to kiss her passionately. The best way to make her wife shut up.