A/N not an update a re-post with help from printdust my beta. I will update soon promise

"Toast," suggested Grissom. He was sitting on the sofa with Sara curled up next to him leaning up against his chest, his arms wrapped around her middle.

"No." mumbled Sara shaking her head. It was three am Saturday morning and the pair's day off. They had been out for dinner the night before and should have been in bed but were instead sitting with the TV on low as Sara tried to keep her dinner down.

"Ginger biscuit," smiled Grissom. "They're supposed to be good for morning sickness."

"No." replied Sara shaking her head again and wrapping her arms around her stomach. "No food." she whined turning and burying her head deeper into Grissom's chest. "Food is not welcome." They sat like this for another ten minutes with Grissom on the verge of drifting off to sleep when a bang on the TV made him jump moving Sara from her position.

"How you feeling?" he asked gently stroking her hair.

"Sick." She answered pushing away from Grissom. She stood up stretching slightly and put a hand over her stomach and began walking away.

"You ok?" asked Grissom getting up.

"Don't know" Sara mumbled. Grissom placed an arm around her shoulder and walked with her down the corridor. She made a sudden and unexpected jerk to the left and into the bathroom almost throwing him off balance. She barley made it to the sink before being sick. Grissom walked in behind her pulling her hair back and rubbing small circles on her back with the calmness of someone who had done this several times already.

"Better?" he asked once she was finished.

"Sleep now." replied Sara almost falling into him.

"Come on." with that he hooked his arms under her legs and carried her to the bedroom.

Two hours later and the phone's shrill ring woke them up..

"Grissom." he said shortly answering his mobile.

"Hey, we've got a gang war. Could use your help," came Catherine's all to cheery voice.

"It's my day off," replied Grissom his voice not as happy.

"Day off. Gil come on!" Huffed the strawberry blonde, her voice losing its upbeat tone. "It's not just you. I'm calling everyone in."

"Fine," Grissom grumbled taking down the details. "Be there in 20 minutes." He finished hanging up.

"Any minute," he smiled and sure enough a few seconds later Sara's phone rang and Catherine relayed the same information through the phone to her.

"How are you feeling?" asked Grissom once Sara had hung up.

"Not bad," answered the brunette stretching "Not too sure about with blood though." she added pulling a top from the side and examining it to decide if it was clean.

"I'll give you a nice job." smiled Grissom.

"Not the morgue." Stated Sara sternly "I got sick last time," Sara moaned her face flushing red "I had to run to the men's because it was closest, then hide in the stool while Hodges came in."

Grissom gave a snort of laughter.

"It's not funny!" exclaimed Sara pouting. Grissom leaned in and kissed her, pulling away and placing a hand on her abdomen.

"You wont be in the field soon."

"Don't remind me. I'm going to go mad in the lab." She sighed leaning back "We're going to have to tell them soon." she added

"Today."

"Today." She repeated, shocked.

"As good as any, after shift. We'll by them food, soften the blow."

"Okay. I might be able to keep some down by then." smiled Sara.

"Start, where's finish?" moaned Greg. Greg Sanders was standing amongst the other members of the CSI night shift in an ally behind one of Vegas's more seedy motels. The entire ally was covered in bullet casings and bullets that started about twenty meters in the street outside.

"When gangs go at it they really go at it," said Catherine who was bent down holding a casing up on the end of her pen.

"We've got five bodies, two known gang members and three people in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"I only see two," said Sara looking up and down the ally. At the end nearest the street there was a boy of no more than fourteen laying next to his bike, papers spread across the floor, just happened to cycle by and get hit by a stray bullet. Further out in the street near the door to the apartment building a middle-aged man laid, his keys next to him, obviously trying to get inside and away from the bullets.

"Mrs. Roberts apartment nine," said Grissom pointing up. On one side of the ally above them were apartments most of which had windows shot out.

"Great." Nick let out an exasperated breath. On the other side of the ally the motel owner was arguing with Brass over who was going to pay for his broken windows.

"Nick, take inside the apartments. Warrick you get the motel."

"I get all the good jobs," mocked Warrick picking up his kit and looking over at the owner who Brass was now pushing back under the tape.

"Greg, Sara collect casings."

"Oh, that's right Warrick you get the best jobs," said Sara her voice draped in sarcasm, pursing her lips at Grissom who gave a sly smile.

"Catherine we have the burnt out car." Grissom finished pointing to the far end of the ally where the bodies of the gang members were crumbled to the cement.

"I've got numbers from five to thirty gang members. When the shots started everyone got out of dodge" said Sofia coming up to Sara and Greg who were starting to mark out the bullets.

"Great." Greg breathed. "Judging by the carnage I'd go with thirty."

"That or they had an arsenal." said Sara sticking a bullet rod in the wall "This is going to take forever," she added looking along the wall that was covered in tiny holes.

"We're lucky there aren't more bodies," said Sofia as Brass approached them from the other end of the ally.

"Both are members of the Snakebacks," said Brass. "I managed to get a snippet from the hooker. Says the other gang were new on the 'Snakebacks turf', her words not mine" he added as Greg raised his eyebrows at him.

An hour later Sara and Greg had only just reached the entrance of the ally. The street was covered in markers and the wall with pink rods sticking out.

"Want a hand?" asked Warrick approached Sara who was sitting on the floor flapping her vest around trying to cool down in the heat before her morning sickness kicked in. It was now approaching mid morning and the sun was burning down on the city.

"Thanks," smiled Sara. "Greg needs someone tall to do the rods." smiled Sara over at Greg who was jumping up and down because the ladder he requested still hadn't turned up.

"What you got?" asked Catherine wandering up from the other end of the ally.

"A lot of bullets." replied Warrick getting raised eyebrows in return.

"Looks like it started of as a drive by," said Sara pointing at the area they had already processed. "Skid marks and lots of casings."

"Well, we've got a car. Not much else, everything's burnt," sighed Catherine taking her hat off and running her hands through her hair.

"How much longer is this going to take?" asked Brass joining the group. "The residents aren't too happy about not being allowed in."

"Takes as long as it takes Brass," replied Catherine walking back over to where Grissom was crouched down in front the burnt out car.

"Is Sara ok?" asked Grissom absent minded.

"Yeah. Shouldn't she be?" asked Catherine confused.

"Hey man get off me!" shouting was coming from behind Grissom in an alley running along behind the motel.

Then all hell broke loose. There was some shouting from the other side of the crime scene tape as a man broke through shouting at Sofia.

"WHERE IS HE BITCH?"

The next thing there was a shot from in the crowd, followed by screaming. Everyone ducked and ran from outside the cordon. Sofia had her gun out but no target as the shouting started. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Grissom heard the commotion and turned to see Brass and Catherine walking towards him. Brass drew his gun as did Catherine turning to see chaos. Warrick was on the right hand side of the ally standing on a barrel taking a bullet from the wall when he heard the first shot. He immediately turned to jump down from his makeshift step. Greg was shouting up to Nick who was standing on a balcony above him when Sofia screamed.

"GET DOWN!"

Sara was in the middle of the ally when her kit exploded as a bullet hit it and everything flew out scattering across the pavement.

Then it started raining bullets. Catherine instinctively moved behind the hood of the car grabbing Grissom who seemed to have no intention of moving. She kept her gun pointed over the roof of the car, unable to aim at the targets moving around at the front of the ally. As the volume of bullets increased dust came flying off the car hood as it took fire Catherine and Grissom had to duck down behind unable to see what was happening. Catherine once again had to pull Grissom down whose eyes were fixed on something, Sara. Brass stood behind the wall, his gun training more effectively than the CSIs. He was able to make the occasional shot as bits of brick dust flew by him when bullets struck the wall.

Warrick was aware of the pain in his shoulder as he fell down and blood soaked through his shirt on his right shoulder. The noise was deafening as he tried to get his gun out, the flimsy barrel not much protection. Nick had dived down on the floor. The balcony was metal grate and provided about as much protection as Warrick's barrel. He could see through the bottom. Greg and Sara were directly in the line of fire with no protection. Greg was closest to the door and made a crouched run to get behind it. It had only been seconds after Sofia shouted 'get down' that Sara fell to the floor in the middle of the ally, red exploding out behind her as she fell backwards hitting the floor hard.

Sofia had returned a few rounds, as had the other police on scene. She was at the front amongst the crowds and closest. She managed to get one shot in someone's leg and the bullets slowed down. It was hard to make out the figures disappearing into the car amongst the crowds screaming and tying to hide. Tires screeched as the bullets stopped as the car drove away.

"PARAMEDICS." cried Sofia holstering her gun.

Brass was still standing behind the wall when the bullets stopped. He saw Grissom and Catherine's heads pop up from behind the car and then Sofia's shout and he knew it was bad. Catherine turned from behind the car, she saw Nick standing up on the balcony and Warrick sat behind the barrel, he looked hurt but was moving. Greg was running at something in the middle of he ally. That was when she heard Sofia's shout. Grissom was up the second the bullets stopped. He temporally froze at what he saw, Sofia was running full pelt to the middle of the ally where Sara was laying.

"Sara." Sofia was on the ground next to her as was Greg. Blood was pooling around he bottom half of her body her brown slacks almost completely red on her right hand side.

"Sara." Grissom nearly knocked Catherine over as he ran to the group. He fell to his knees at her side shakily grabbing her hand.

"Griss." Sara's voice was hoarse and trembling her hand cold and shaking.

"It's ok honey" he reassured her.

Catherine was helping Warrick over who had a hand clamped on his right shoulder.

"You ok?" asked Nick who had appeared out the apartment building.

"Just a graze" replied Warrick leaning on Catherine for support.

"Me too." said Sara her voice wobbling.

"Now's not the time for sarcasm." said Grissom pulling her hand up and kissing it.

"I'm cold, Gil what if…." said Sara as siren approached fast. "Ow." she winced enhaling sharply as Sofia pressed against the wound. She had cut through her pant leg to find a bullet hole in her right thigh. "Griss." tears were flowing freely down Sara's face now.

"It's ok Sara we'll worry about you for now."

"I love you," croaked the injured brunette..

"I love you too." replied Grissom tears now tracking down his face. The others looked around in confusion but said nothing. They moved as the paramedics came though and began working on the CSI . Brass who had been silent the whole time gently pulled Grissom away from her allowing them to work. The concerned entomologist reluctantly dropped her hand.

"She's pregnant." Grissom suddenly blurted out to the paramedics.

"How far along?" one of them asked as Sara's hand reached out for Grissom.

"Fourteen weeks." replied Grissom taking her hand, as she was loaded onto a gurney.

"Okay, love. Lets check you out first, okay?" Sara gave a weak nod.

Gripping onto Sara's hand as he followed the gurney to the ambulance Grissom whispered gently and soothingly to her.

"Come on." one of the paramedics took Warrick by his good arm giving him a piece of gauze to press onto his wound. The three got into the back of the ambulance leaving everyone slightly stunned.

"We'll follow," shouted Catherine suddenly as she looked across at Brass who was exhibiting no surprise. "You knew."

"I gave her a lift home last week and she tossed her cookies in the back of my car. When Grissom opened the door I figured most of it out, they explained the rest." answered Brass.

"The baby…will it be ok?" asked Greg sheepishly as they all loaded into Brass's car "I don't know Greg," answered Catherine shutting the door. "The fall and the blood loss, touch and go," mumbled Sofia who was sitting in the back between Nick and Greg. The car then fell into silence watching the blue lights disappear ahead of them.

TBC ……... how long is this story? You tell me let me know what you think I'll keep going as long as you want (if I can still think of what to write!)