A/N: You waited and here it is- the continued story following Sara and Grissom as 'Immortality' ended!

Out There Part Two

Chapter 1

"Not much has changed."

Gil Grissom leaned closer to his wife. Both were looking out the aircraft window as the plane made its slow descent circling Las Vegas and lining up with the runway.

Surrounded by mountains glowing in the early morning sun, the city seemed to stretch for miles with tall and colorful buildings set in the center of the growing metropolis. Serfs bowing to their royalty, thought Grissom.

"You haven't been away for long, Dear." His hand rested on top of hers as they watched the landscape coming closer. Gently, he folded his hand around hers and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckle. He asked, "You okay?"

Sara nodded, saying, "Yes, I'm good—really good." She smiled. "It's going to be fun and…" She patted her belly where her shirt stretched across the small but obvious bump. "We've got a big surprise for everyone."

Grissom nodded in agreement.

Her eyes returned to the window. "I'm always surprised to see how much the place has grown," said Sara.

Again, he agreed as he thought about their history in the place that advertised "what happens here, stays here." They would not stay in Vegas. Smiling as he thought about Sara's decision to come to him, about their three months on a research ship, and how she had decided they would live—he smiled again—in the house his mother had purchased forty years ago.

There was a jolt as the airplane's tires touched the tarmac.

Sara looked at him, smiling. She said, "Greg will be the first to know."

Grissom had wanted to announce their news within hours of learning of Sara's pregnancy but she'd held back wanting to see the faces of friends they had known for decades. One-to-one, she'd said. And since he had announced her pregnancy to the ship's crew and researchers within hours of a positive test, he had quickly agreed.

That Greg Sanders was picking them up and would be the first to hear their news had not surprised him; he knew his wife and the former goofy lab tech and investigator had been good friends for years. And he knew Greg had had a huge crush on Sara for longer than either would admit.

It took a while for passengers to disembark; most appeared to be returning home from Hawaii. A few were vacationers excited to spend wheels and play cards, plans of winning a fortune.

The plane was filled to capacity, as the airport. After three months in the company of a small group, the crowd is almost overwhelming with people rushing to depart and to arrive.

Grissom and Sara took their time, waited to gather bags from the overhead compartment, took a bathroom break on their walk to retrieve luggage, and had to wait for the carousal to start to turn. As the conveyor rumbled and a few bags appeared, they heard Sara's name.

Greg felt he was on top of the world; Sara, the woman he'd loved for years had asked if he would pick them up on their return from Hawaii. Long ago, he'd learned—he had been told by Warrick Brown—Sara Sidle and Gil Grissom were in love with each other and Greg would never be in the running. Greg was certain Warrick had figured out Sara was Grisson's girl before Grissom ever admitted it, but Warrick had observed life on a different wave link than most others.

Now, Sara and Grissom were returning, married again. Living a new life on a ship and doing research around the islands of Hawaii; Sara had sounded happy, ecstatic, and completely satisfied with this new life. Grissom had sounded—Greg admitted—the older man sounded relaxed, content, and, yes, happy when they had talked.

He had taken Sara's request for a pickup to another level. He'd hired a house cleaner for the house and a gardener to trim grass and spruce up the landscaping; he's purchased groceries and placed a bunch of flowers on her dining table. He knew they would not remain in Vegas, knew Sara was considering selling the house. And a part of him was sad that he would no longer be her closest friend and co-worker. But he was content knowing Sara was happy as she'd not been in years.

Parking had taken longer than he'd thought so he was running late for their meet-up at luggage carousals. Of course, he'd entered at the far end; picking up his pace, he spotted the couple when he was two carousals away. Sara was leaning against Grissom; his arm around her back and his hand rested on her shoulder.

Greg called: "Sara!"

Both turned; Greg raised his arm to wave and in that quick moment of seeing friends, smiles spreading, Sara's jacket fluttered revealing her silhouette. Greg stopped in mid-stride. His mouth dropped open in surprise.

Sara was the first to laugh as she threw her arms wide for a welcoming hug. "Greg!"

The look on his face was complete astonishment that he did not attempt to hide. He had not been around many women in early pregnancy but somehow, he knew his best friend, his long-time co-worker was expecting a baby. He had known her when she was pencil thin, when she'd had a 'beer-belly', and when she'd been the most physically fit person in the lab.

Today, she looked fit, happy, beautiful—a classic picture of health. Her face seemed to glow with a radiance that had been missing during the past years. But all of her appearance could be the result of three months on a ship in the Pacific Ocean. Except for her belly; unlike a beer belly, she had a definite defined oval shaped bump causing her shirt to bulge in front.

Greg glanced at Grissom which confirmed his thoughts. As he stepped into a hug with Sara, he noticed a slight nod from Grissom who seemed to be able to read his thoughts. A moment later, he backed out of the hug, laughing, his eyes going to Sara's belly.

"After all this time!" Greg laughed, adding, "You two sail away for a few months—and—and return with a bambino! How'd this happen?"

Greg knew life had changed when Gil Grissom hugged his wife and they kissed. Not a little friendly peck but an intimate, warm kiss of lips meeting in unguarded passion. They were laughing as they separated.

Sara said, "Why, yes we are pregnant!" Laughing again, she said, "It's all the sea air and quiet nights—and wonder-of-wonders," she glanced at Grissom. Raising her hand, she extended two fingers in a peace sign. When she said "two", it took a moment for Greg to realize she had not made a peace sign.

His breath almost stopped; his eyes widened as he said, "Two—two babies—twins?" He stammered around for several moments until he finally asked, "And you—how are you?"

"Good!" Sara laughed. "After a few weeks of seasickness that turned out to be morning sickness, I feel great!"

Grissom had turned to drag a large duffle bag from the carousel.

In a whisper, Greg asked, "How's the old man? He looks extremely pleased."

Taking his arm, Sara moved closer to the carousel as her husband attempted to gather up their two carry-on bags and the duffle. She said, "He's good—great—and may be more excited about this than I am."

Greg grabbed the duffle, saying, "I'm here to help. Let me take this one. Do you have more?"

With negative replies, the three headed to the parking garage.

It took several minutes to walk to Greg's vehicle and get their bags packed into the back; Grissom opened the front passenger door, motioning for Sara to get into the front. A few minutes later, they were circling around The Strip, Greg talking about what was happening in the lab.

Glancing back at Grissom, Sara saw his eyes were closed, probably not sleeping but leaving it to Sara to respond to Greg's conversation. She managed a few questions to keep the conversation going until Greg said "Almost there!"

Sara felt a ripple of affection. She loved this neighborhood and she loved her house. She'd always felt she—they—had been fortunate to accidently find the house before it had officially gone on the market. She'd love everything about the house—the tree in the front yard, the simple contemporary design, the entry suited for growing plants. Later, when she had lived alone in the house, she purchased furniture, worked in the yard and found she had an ability to garden, spending hours digging out old flower beds and planting native plants.

As the driveway came into view, Sara sighed. In a few days, she would decide what would stay and what would go with her to this new life. She'd started a list, discarded when she realized her life would be changing in a few months and, perhaps, she did not need or want some of the furnishings in the house.

A vehicle sat in the driveway with a familiar man leaning against the back window.

"Hey!" exclaimed Greg, "Jim is here!"

Sara said, "We told him what time we were arriving—he looks great."

Slowing his vehicle, Greg tilted his head toward Sara, saying, "Does he know about—you know?"

"Nope, you were the first," Sara said with a laugh.

Greg made a sound, a quiet puff of air that Sara recognized as his expression of being pleased.

A minute later, as they pulled into the driveway, Grissom stirred, mumbled about the ride, and noticed Jim Brass standing in the driveway.

"Hey! Jim's here." Unwittingly, Grissom's comment mirrored Greg's words.

Sara giggled. Greg snickered. Brass lifted a hand and waved.

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