I'm sorry for the last Chapter, guys. I had a 24h bug and cut it short because I had to throw up every 5 minutes.

Sara was out of paid leave, and the boys were calling. She supposed they were suspicious, seeing as how she'd not bothered to explain why she'd taken it.

She'd have to go in tonight. She wasn't looking forward to explaining, although she probably wouldn't have to, knowing that there was a huge bump that could no longer be explained as "too much beer."

There was 2 hours left; Lindsay had already been taken to her Aunt Nancy's house. Catherine had yet to tell her family about Sara. Both women were sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee in tense silence. Neither was looking forward to explaining themselves.

"Has Lindsay done all her homework?" Catherine asked, breaking the silence finally.

Sara nodded, another thought occupying the forefront of her mind. "Yeah. I helped her with Biology. Cath?" Catherine turned her head towards her. "My clothes are hurting me. I really need to get some maternity wear. God, I am so not looking forward to that."

Catherine nodded; even Sara's baggiest sweater was stretched over her bump. "I have a few old clothes, although I don't suppose they are your style. We'll go shopping tomorrow. For tonight though, I guess you'll have to either cope with yours or wear mine. They'll probably restrict you to lab work anyway."

"No. I will work in the field until my waters break. And I think I'll wear yours, actually, if that's okay?"

Catherine smirked. The idea of Sara contaminating a crime scene with amniotic fluid was hilarious; she'd be more pissed off about the scene than about the labor itself.

"Talk to Griss, he'll probably let you work up until 8 months in the field. I can guarantee you that you'll regret that decision, though."

Sara nodded, and got up. "Where are they?"

Catherine told her; they were in the spare room closet. She offered to help but Sara merely laughed.

"I'm pregnant, not paralysed. Christ, my ankles are killing me."

Two hours later, Catherine was driving them to work, since Sara could barely fit behind the wheel anymore.

"Cath, I hate your driving. I'm driving us on the way back." She said, absolutely serious.

Catherine laughed, and then sobered up as she realised Sara was not kidding.

"Sara! You're huge; you'll never fit behind the wheel. I have to drive."

Sara scowled, but shut up, as Catherine was pulling into the car park and there was no point in continuing now. She needed all the support she could get, and she didn't need to push Catherine away.

"God, Cath, I'm so nervous. What if the boys hate me for not telling them?"

Catherine looked at her sideways. She knew the boys would be too happy to care, but Sara was ridiculously untrusting and didn't know the boys like she did.

"Sar, just explain that you didn't know up until recently. You'd already taken your paid leave, since you had that accident in the hall way you've been away."

Sara nodded but looked unusually pale anyway. As they walked in, Sara held tightly to Catherine's arm. She felt sick to the stomach. In the foyer, they literally bumped into Greg, who dropped all his files. As he and Catherine attempted to collect them, Sara did nothing but stand there awkwardly, her heart in her mouth. With his head still down Greg cleared his throat.

"Hey Sar, nice to see you-"He lifted his head to look up at her, but the sight was blocked. "-Two?" He said; looking like the cat who'd got the cream.

"Three" she corrected, finally realising that this couldn't even go badly, everything she'd done badly was balanced out by the fact she was carrying babies. Even CSI's go mental for babies. She was even more relieved as she was reminded of what her foster mother had told her.

It takes a village to raise a child, Sar.

In this case, it would take a lab. Sara was happier than she'd been since college.

"Two? You're having twins, Sara? Oh my god, will you call one of them Greg?" He asked, putting on his best puppy dog look. In reality he just looked like a petulant child. It could have been this that made Sara laugh out loud, or it could have been the intense and sudden relief.

"No Greg, I can't. They're both girls." She said, once she'd calmed down enough to talk.

He shrugged. Apparently he'd thought of this. "There's always Gregoria. Greg for short, obviously."

Both Sara and Cath were struggling to keep a straight face. "Does she look Hispanic to you, Greg? She might let you babysit if you're lucky." Catherine said.

This pacified Greg, and he agreed to go along with the girls to tell the rest of the guys. Warrick and Nick were heatedly discussing something in the layout room. As they approached, Greg stood directly in front of Sara so that neither of them could see Sara's bump.

"Hey guys" Greg shouted. Both men turned to him. "You're gonna be uncles!"

Sara was blushing furiously but neither Nick nor Warrick even noticed.

"Oh god, Greg. Who'd ya impregnate?" Nick asked, good naturedly.

Greg didn't answer that question. Instead he stepped aside, revealing Sara and her belly to the other guys.

Warrick stood with his mouth hung slightly open, but snapped out of it before Catherine told him he'd catch flies. "You slept with Greg? Oh my god Sar, Griss is going to kill you!"

Both Sara and Greg were blushing now and Sara's eyes were permanently fixed on a spot on the floor. Greg jumped in to correct them.

"No! Guys, it's no me, that's not my baby!" He almost screamed in a blind panic.

Sara shook her head, still watching the floor. "Greg. Babies."

They were overjoyed, and crowded round her.

Now it's just Grissom to tell. She thought dryly. Should be ecstatic.

"Where's Grissom?" Sara asked, dreading the consequences.

"He's not in yet. You're really early, swing's still hanging around."

Excellent.