I'll Be There For You

When the taxi stopped in front of her little, two bedroom townhouse, she knew it was time to get out. She just barely had enough strength to get herself out of the car and drag herself and her heavy luggage into her house. Once she got in the house, all she could did was sprawled out onto her comfy bed and closed her eyes, even thought she new that if she wouldn't unpack now she would never end up doing it. She had recently become very tired but she never thought any thing less of it, because she had just taken a boat basically around the world. After a good six hour sleep she decided to get up from her warm bed, ignoring the sensation of light headedness and nausea, and went acrossed the room to unpack her clothes. As she unpacked her clothes sorting the clean ones from the bad ones by making two piles on the floor, she couldn't help but wonder why she was feeling sick all of a sudden.

"Why am I coming down with something all of a sudden? Did I catch something from the boat? I know, the last week of the trip I was feeling sea sick but I thought that was normal because it's normal to get sea sick on a ship right? Or maybe it's something else. Maybe it's because all I could think about on the trip was my love for Gil or the fact that Warrick is dead. Or that she might be pregnant," she laughed to herself knowing that that theorem was out of the question. "I haven't … oh my god…Gil… the night I went back to Vegas to see him."

As soon as this had popped into her mind she instantly felt her stomach tighten up and all she could do was run to the bathroom. She sat at the toilet for the longest time. Every couple of minutes draining her stomach contents out into the white bowl. "I can't be pregnant, there's no possible way I could be." She tried to convince herself as another vomiting sensation flooded her body. "This cannot be happening."

"Why is this happening?"she thought to herself kneeling on the cold, tiled bathroom floor puking up everything that she had recently eaten in the last 24 hours, which included a bag of peanuts from her flight back home, a veggie burger with lettuce and tomato and a few french fries from the diner acrossed from the airport, and two bottles of water that she had drunken throughout the day. It wasn't much but she could taste everything that she had eaten and wished that if she could go back in time she would convince herself not to have any of those things. After her last moment of puking she slowly got up, using the tub for support, and went over to the sink to brush her teeth.

She knew that the only way she would find out the truth was to go to the store and by a pregnancy test.

She was tired of the vomiting and was tired of herself trying to avoid the subject. It had been two days since she had assumed the possibility of her being pregnant. She knew that she couldn't avoid going to the store any longer because one, she was running out of food in her cabinets and two if she never took the test and she was pregnant, she would find out sooner or later when she would begin to grow.

* * *

The minute she set the grocery bags on the kitchen table, she searched furiously through all the bags, until she came acrossed what she was looking for. Three different types of pregnancy test "just in case one or two didn't work properly" as she had convinced herself in the store earlier that afternoon. She ripped open all three boxes and then made sure she followed every instruction carefully, making sure she didn't miss a step. When she had finally waited, what felt like and eternity, she looked at each one and got the same answer for all of them:

PREGNANT

"How can this be? I thought we were being safe? Oh god, now that I mention it, I did stop taking my birth control after I had moved back to San Francisco." She didn't feel the need to take it anymore since she was away from Gil. "And that night… we were so caught up with emotions that I guess we really didn't think carefully," she thought to herself replaying that moment over and over again in her head trying to make sense of all of this.

"Sara Sidle, how could you have gotten yourself into this mess?" She yelled to herself. "This is so unlike you! What are you going to do with yourself let alone this child you're going to be bringing into your life? A child? Are your crazy? Since when have you ever been a baby person, let alone have the traits of a responsible PARENT?" All these questions and doubts were filling her mind. She just wanted this all to go away and yet, she didn't, because all she could think about was how she wanted this baby, her and Gil's baby. She wanted him, she needed Gil!

* * *

He couldn't believe that he had left CSI. He had left all his friends and job behind to be with the one person he loved the most. Since the last time he had seen her and then left him for a second time, all he could think about was her. If he went to work, he wished that she would come around the corner and bump into him like many times she had done so before. If he would be by himself in his office or if he was at home at all, he would picture her coming in and comforting him. But the worst part of all was that when he went to bed and woke up, he never saw her face and longed for her to sleep beside him again. He missed her so much and wished that the events that had happened between them, right before she left, didn't have to happen. He wanted to go with her when she left after the funeral but she shouldn't have expected him to retire spontaneously, especially when they were short handed at work. He couldn't have left the rest of the team to figure things out for themselves, she had to know that. But when she finally left, he realized that he needed to be with her and that he had made a big mistake that could damage their whole relationship that they had worked hard to make stronger over the years.

He knew that the only way he could be with her now was to leave Vegas and put his heart out on the line and try to convince her that he really did love her.

He was on his way to San Francisco, in hope to get her back!

* * *

The doorbell rang as soon as she sat down to rest on the couch. "God Damit," she was so tired from her eventful day. "Who could be here at this time? I don't think I'm expecting anyone."

"Sara… Sara can you please open the door, I need to talk to you. Sara? I know you're in there!" yelled a familiar voice through her door.

She was dreading to see him. But she knew that he would never leave and would eventually find a way to get in if she didn't open the door.

"Gil," she paused "Why…" and before she even started to say the next word in her question he grabbed her, brought her close to him and kissed her passionately. All her feeling for him that she had tried to forget about him on the boat, rushed back into her like a gust of wind. Then the kiss finally broke leaving the two of them staring at each other in complete awkward silence. Then at the same time they spoke.

"Sara, I know the rule is ladies first but there is something on my mind that I just have to get out, I…"

"Gil, I have something to tell you though that…"

"Honey, please can I just go first? I want to here your side but first I need you to here mine!"

"Okay, go ahead," she said knowing that her news would severely affect the both of them no matter who went first.

"I came here to tell you that I have made my mind up!"

"Gil, I think that's a little too late. Didn't you get my message? Didn't you hear what I said to you?"

"Yes I did, but I don't believe that anything you said was true. You were just saying that because I took to long and you thought that me not saying anything was a no or that I didn't care. The truth is that I did really care, but it took me so long to figure things out because…"

"If you were in love with me it wouldn't have been that difficult of a choice to make. If you loved me, you would have said yes right away," Sara replied with tears streaming down her face.

"I do love you sweetie, I always have since the day I met you," he said wiping away her tears. "The problem was me, not you! You know I have commitment problems and I thought that it was going to be easy but by making the decisions that I made, not going after you after you had left Vegas, saying all that non-sense stuff when we were talking about your old case, and then me not making the decision to leave with you when you left again. That is all my fault. And you should never blame yourself for our problems. I came here to say, I left CSI and that when I proposed that day with the bees surrounding us I truly meant that I wanted to marry you. That was how I felt then and how I feel now! Sara Sidle," he started saying while bending down on one knee and holding her hands in his, "Will you marry me?"

"What?" she said totally confused and surprised at the same time.

"Will you marry me?" he said pulling out a gorgeous silver band with a beautiful circular diamond in the center.

"You left CSI?" she questioned, still confused and her eyes fixated on the ring.

"Yes, I retired. This is what you wanted right?"

"I wanted you to be happy, I wanted us to be happy and for us to be able to move forward with our life."

"Sara, I will be the most joyous man in the world if you just say the one word to my question that I've been looking for."

"Yes!" She exclaimed giving him a wide gaped tooth smile that always melted his heart. "Yes, I'll marry you!"

Gil got up off his knee brought Sara to his chest and kissed her deeply.

"So what did you have to tell me know that I'm done with what I had to say?"

"Well, I don't know how to put this to you but…"

"Honey, it's okay, what ever it is I'll be alright with it! I'll be right here by your side supporting you forever and for always, you know that!" he said bringing a tear to her eye.

"Gil," she grabbed his hand in hers and placed it on her soon to be round stomach, "I'm pregnant!"