The break room was the quietest place in the lab at two in the morning, which was why Sara had gone in there to get through her paperwork. It had been building up for weeks, and she had ignored it for as long as she could, but it had finally gotten to the point where she had no choice but to do it. The break room offered her no distractions as an excuse.

The peace lasted barely five minutes when a very tired and cranky looking Gil Grissom burst in through the door and ran across to the fridge, a piece of paper flapped in his hand. Sara watched totally stunned as he quickly rifled through the fridge and cupboards in a panic. When he could not find whatever it was he was looking for, he thumped the counter in frustration and ran back out the door.

"Grissom, wait! Aren't you supposed to be... off." Sara called after him but found herself talking to the slamming door.

Shocked, she turned back to her pile of paper, a confused look on her face and she could only shrug and push the pile away as far across the table as she could. `No wonder no one seems to be able to get any work done in this place'. She sighed.

The teenager behind the counter looked up in horror as a stocky, grey-haired man ran in through the shop door and began to frantically travel back and forth along the aisles. The boy let his hand hover over the panic button.

"Do you have any pistachio nuts?" The man had stuck his head over the nearest set of shelves and now looked at the boy intently. It took a few seconds for the store clerk to realise he had not said `give me all your money or I'll shoot'. He lifted up his hand and pointed.

"Back end of aisle three," he swallowed. He watched the man run back there before running to pick up some more items and then dump them all on the counter.

The boy looked down to see what was there. A large bag of pistachio nuts, a bag of oranges, processed cheese, pre-cooked bacon, and a large tub of coffee ice cream. Confused, he looked up at the man. He was dressed in a shirt only half done up and a pair of black pants. His face was quite pink and he looked extremely harassed.

"Can you hurry it up please?" the man asked. He was trying not to shout.

The clerk put the items through the scanner and into a grocery bag. The older man threw a twenty onto the counter, grabbed the bag and ran.

The boy blew out a sigh of relief and sank wearily down in his chair. This was the last time he was going to let his dad talk him into working the night shift.

"You took your time."

Grissom smiled at the sound of her voice as he shut the bedroom door behind him and handed Cath the bowl.

"I've been all the way across town and back, Cath." He pulled his shirt off over his head. "That's not a quick trip, and I think I scared some people."

She humphed at him and began to eat. He chuckled and climbed into bed behind her, sitting up so she could lean back against him.

"And you know I'd do it all again for you, my love. Anytime." He spoke softly into her ear, feeling her shiver and he wrapped his arms around her middle, resting them gently on her heavily swollen stomach. "And for my baby too."

"I know you would Gil. We both appreciate it." She took another mouthful, causing Gil to grimace at the concoction of pistachio nuts, chopped oranges, cheese, bacon, and ice cream that his wife quite happily spooned into her mouth.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, resting his chin gently on her shoulder.

"Yeah, and I'm three hundred pounds, Gil," she complained back.

"That's only because you're looking after our baby in there." He ran his hands over her stomach in small patterns. "You're still beautiful." He watched as she ate more food. "What did you crave with Linds?" he asked, hoping it was not as bad as this.

"Sausages and maple syrup."

"Together?" Dead bodies he could handle. Weird food was making him go green.

"Yes, together." She placed the bowl down on the bedside table and turned her head to kiss him; he could taste the coffee ice cream on her lips. He concentrated on removing the sweetness from the much sweeter taste of her lips.

"I love you for doing this for me, Gil." She looked up at him, the love and admiration in her eyes completely evident.

"I'd do anything for you, Lindsey, and my baby, Catherine. Anything." He waited for her to retrieve her bowl before hugging her to him, watching as she finished eating her bowl of mess, and contentedly fell asleep, his head resting peacefully on her shoulder.

The End.