A/N: Kept forgetting to edit and post!

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Some days – days like this – she wonders why she ever bothered getting out of bed.

Work had been hell.

Grissom acted distant, she got into an argument with Catherine, and then she found Sofia in Grissom's office – under the pretense of 'discussing work'. And then the case had brought to surface too many memories, memories she rather have stayed buried.

Letting herself into her apartment, she makes her way to her bedroom. Crawling into bed, still fully clothed, she pulls the covers over her head, wishing she could block out the rest of the world… if only for a while.

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Van Morrison ~ Days Like This

"I think I can, I think I can," Greg mumbles, shifting through a pile of debris, while Nick walks in.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to find the matching piece to this," Greg holds up a tiny plastic fragment, "in this five-ton pile of crap." He groans. "It's like trying to find a freaking needle in a haystack!"

"And the reason you were channeling The Little Engine That Could earlier?"

"You know, the power of positive thinking. If you believe it, you can achieve it."

Nick nods vaguely. "Good luck, man."

"Thanks."

"And Greg?" – Greg looks up – "Don't stop believin'."

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Journey ~ Don't Stop Believin'

"I'm sorry I missed the appointment." He comes to sit at the foot of their bed, where she's resting.

"I know."

"Everything go okay?" he asks, as he begins rubbing her feet.

"That feels good." She moans in appreciation. "It went really well, and she gave me some interesting news—"

"Interesting how?"

"We're having twins."

The foot massage stops.

"Twins. As in two babies?"

"Uh-huh." She grins as she watches shock, terror, and finally a look of contentment settle on his face. "Two baby girls."

"Daughters." He smiles even as he realizes he's really going to be outnumbered now.

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John Mayer ~ Daughters