A/N: Welcome to the Epilogue. Sorry about the wait. Been busy with "real" life stuff. We will be posting SPAM 2 shortly. When I get back from my vacation. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter.
"Stop fidgeting." Catherine stilled Sara's hand where she was tugging on her shirt. "It looks fine."
"How is a jury supposed to take me seriously looking like this." She waved her hand indicating her white and lavender top flowing loosely over her swollen abdomen. The two female CSI's were waiting their turn outside the courtroom where they would, with any luck soon, be giving their witness testimonies.
"What are you talking about? It looks nice. Very professional." Catherine brushed her hand over her colleague's stomach before retreating quickly when Sara slapped her hand away.
"Yeah, a professional ring leader. I hate it." Sara grumbled.
"Admit it, you love it."
"Ha." The brunette rolled her eyes and stood up. "I have to pee. Again. Be back soon." Turning her back to Catherine she started down the polished marble hallway towards the ladies room practicing her testimony in her head. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to notice the other woman who was also entering the bathroom at the same time. Sara quickly recovered from their collision.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention." The other woman pushed the door open ahead of Sara and used her foot to kick it open for her to enter, speaking over her shoulder.
"It's all good, you and me both."
The other woman ducked into the nearest stall and Sara made her way down the row, opening doors to check for the cleanest one. Deciding on the furthest one from the door she went in.
When she was finished Sara crossed over to the sink. She glanced at the first stall that the other lady was still occupying. Putting soap on her hands she watched the still closed stall door in the reflection of the mirror. Something about the woman seems odd to Sara. She wasn't dressed for court; jeans and sneakers were hardly appropriate attire. Shrugging it off she dried her hands and went to exit the bathroom before catching sight of herself in the mirror. She frowned again at the exceptionally feminine top and smoothed it over her belly feeling the baby shift against her palm. Smiling at herself in the mirror she looked herself over again. She did secretly agree with Grissom, and the whole team pretty much, when they told her she looked cute. She had a neat bump and the extra weight she had put on had softened her features. But that still didn't mean she was ecstatic about the clothes. Her eyes were drawn back to the door in the mirror. She felt a queasy uneasy feeling and searched the reflection. It was then that she noticed a brown eye peering though the crack on the door. Sara turned around but the eye was gone. Opening her mouth to say something she was cut off by a voice over the intercom paging her back to the courtroom. Throwing a final glance over her shoulder she left the bathroom to be sworn in.
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"His ass is so going away for the next forty years." Catherine pressed the button on her car FOB unlocking the doors to the Denali.
"Hopefully, but juries can do strange and unexpected things sometimes." Sara climbed into the passenger side and buckled her seatbelt positioning the lower strap under her belly. "But your testimony was awesome."
"Why thank you Mrs. Grissom. I would have to say the same for yours. That analogy about the body and fruit decomposition was genius. I will have to remember that one." Catherine pulled out the courthouse parking lot. "What what's next? Lunch then shopping?"
"Sounds good. But I don't want to be too long or Grissom will nag and make me take the night off." Sara was looking distractedly at the street corner.
"Should we go to the diner? Maybe the guys will be there." Catherine glanced over at her passenger when she didn't reply. "Sara? Earth to Sara." She followed the brunette's line of vision to a small corner store. "What are you looking at?"
Sara shook her head tearing her eyes away from the jean and sneaker clad woman who was smoking a cigarette outside a store with a kit kat poster on the side. "Nothing. The diner sounds fine. And then I was to check out 'USA Baby' for some artwork for the nursery. I am thinking we might just have to have something custom made."
"Sounds good. They have the greatest selection of stuffed animals."
"No, no more little bears and frogs and… monkeys, Cath. You have already bought the baby every stuffed animal under the sun. You're a modern day Noah. Please." Catherine just winked at her.
"Okay. Maybe I am over compensating a little for the whole…"
"Shhh." Sara cut her off. "Remember the rule? We don't talk about that. It's a real mood killer." The two settled into a somewhat uncomfortable silence. "See?"
"Damn… I guess I will have to buy the baby another Winnie the Pooh to make up for it." Sara laughed and squeezed Catherine's bicep affectionately.
"Just shut up and drive me to where the food lives."
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