a/n: Okay, another random fic. Except this one was inspired from Thursday's episode and I was just too busy to post it. Don't own it, didn't beta it, but it did come from my head. hope you like it and thanks for reading.

Hormones

Sara was crying.

Well, she hadn't been crying when he'd first seen her standing in front of the TV news report and gone to her. The lab was empty, spare for a few cleaning crew and the sparse number of swing shift CSIs. He'd expected her to have already left for home, ready for a long bath and a longer sleep. She'd looked exhausted.

Yet, he'd walked down the hall towards the doors when the familiar shape of Sara caught his eye. She was standing, arms crossed, staring emptily at the plasma. Almost silently, he walked up behind her and stood so his chest was almost touching her shoulder.

"I held his hand."

Grissom had been following her gaze to the television. A man with haunted eyes and a hollow face stared at him. Her comment jolted him from his thoughts. He hadn't been expecting her to start talking to well after they got home. It surprised him. Not so much the fact that she spoke, it was what she said. He tore his gave from the TV to look at her.

He noticed the first tear roll down her rounded face.

She was saying something about how she'd held both the victim's hand and the killer's. Grissom wasn't fully listening. He was watching that tear, he was watching her. He was trying to understand her. He was trying to understand that feeling he'd gotten when Nick had told him Sara had gone to the hospital.

…Almost like he knew.

Another tear made its way down the path of its predecessor. His eyes blinked as a spasm of pain for her shot across his chest. Without thinking, he reached up and wiped away that tear. Sara leaned into his touch with a small sniffle and he knew it was time to go. His hand on her back pulled her closer and he slowly led her outside, ignoring whoever was watching.

It didn't really matter anyway.

He took her to his apartment. He made her dinner while she took a shower. They ate in silence, except for the soft sounds of Enya playing on his stereo. He made to put away his dishes and walked around the island, capturing her injured cheek in a soft caress as he passed. Gently, Sara took the plate from his hand and reached up to kiss him.

Without a word, he led her to the bedroom in the same fashion as in the lab. He laid her out on the bed and made love to her, his eyes never leaving hers for more than a few pained moments at a time. It was beautiful, gentle, perfect…what he always wanted for them.

Hours later, he rolled onto his side and pulled her close to his body. His fingers tenderly stroked her skin. She snuggled back into his chest and he sighed.

"They know," he said quietly. She reached for his hand and placed it on her hip.

"I know."

"What should we…?" he asked. The hand on top of his slid his fingers to her swollen belly. He breathed in deeply, amazed at how simply connected he felt.

"Nothing," she whispered in reply. The lay there together for another few minutes, Grissom feeling her pulse against his chest, under his fingers.

"I love you."

"I know."

Grissom could see a new tear rolling down her glowing face. It was probably just hormones, he thought. But as he lay there, his whole body tingling and his heart aching, he knew that he could not used the same excuse. Hormones could not have caused the tear that now rolled down his own wrinkled skin.

That, he knew, was love.

a/n: There was defiantely a prominent bump this time, was there not? Agree, disagree? Anyway, comments would be nice. Oh, and another random thing: any Snow Patrol fans out there? I want to their concet yesterday, They are effing amazing live. Holy crap. I think they write their lyrics for GSR...

Thanks for reading!!