The story of the lives of Gil and Sara Grissom.
A/N- Hope you guys like it!!
Sara walked through the halls of the lab with a glare on her face. If one more person-
"Hey, Sara, Looking like it's any day now!" Greg mentioned, walking up to her.
"AAGHHHH!" Sara yelled as she stood there with her hands clenched.
"Sara! What's going on?! Is it hapening! Grissom's gonna kill me!"
"Not if I kill you first!" She yelled back.
"Sara?!" Grissom called from behind her. She turned towards him with a beeting face.
"What's gong on?! Is it now! did your-"
"GET HIM OUT OF MY FACE!" Sara yelled, pointing at Greg.
"What did I do?!"
"GREG!" Grissom yelled, glaring at the former-tech.
Greg backed up with his hands held up before running down the hall. Sara still stood there, glaring at anyone who looked at her. Besides Grissom of course. He placed his hand in the small of her back and guided her into the break room so she could sit on the couch. He rolled a chair over in front of her and sat, taking her hands.
"What did Greg do?"
"He commented on me. Just like every other person in here."
"Every other person in her what, big momma?" Nick walked in for a cup of coffee. Sara glared at him.
"You would know, wouldn't you cowboy?!"
"Hey, now, no need to let the hormones take over," He joked as he left the room.
"SEE!" Sara pointed a finger. Grissom lowered her arm.
"Sara...I really think you should go home. I mean, look at you. Any day now and you could-"
"NOT YOU TOO!" Sara rolled his chair out of the way as she stormed off to the one person who she knew could understand. That's right, she headed to the office of Catherine Willows.
"Cath?"
"What's the problem now?" She sighed and signed another paper.
"Everybody is the matter! How did YOU deal with it?"
"I locked myseld in the bathroom and soaked in the tub with a book."
Sara relaxed in her chair, "That does sound good."
"Then go, nobody is keeping you here except yourself. I know Grissom wants to kick you out the door and make you lie down for the next few weeks."
"Like that'll ever happen."
"That's what I told him," Catherine sipped at her coffee cup and Sara gazed at it longingly.
Catherine caught her and extended the cup, "Want some, decafe?"
Sara stared at the cup longer, "Uhh, no, I'm going home to have some tea. Thanks."
Sara left Catherine's office much calmer. She tried to not notice everyone as she walked out the building. Once she was outside by the car, she remembered how Grissom and stolen the keys from her. She had no choice but to call him.
"Grissom."
"Gil? I need the keys."
"Going somewhere?"
"Home. I talked to Cath."
"Thank you. I'll be out to drive you in a second."
Grissom hung up the phone before she could protest. Two minutes later and he was outside.
"You don't have to drive me everywhere. I know how to get home."
"I know, but I want to."
Sara buckled her seat and heard him mutter, "I don't even think you could reach the pedals."
Only then did she punch him.