One Minute

Sara Sidle sat down on the toilet seat, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. She sniffed once and dashed away a stray tear that ran down her cheek.

Oh God…' she sighed. Silently, she looked at her watch and remembered that morning…

Sara had awoken at five in the morning feeling like crap. Grissom was asleep beside her, snoring quietly. She had lain awake for a while, hoping the nausea would pass, but instead she had gotten even warmer. Soon she couldn't even bear to be lying down. She staggered to the en suite bathroom, silently cursing herself. She had sat down beside the toilet, knowing what was coming. For the past three days she had been like this. Suddenly she felt the waves of nausea spike and retched. She hardly brought anything up, just bile. However, for the first time in three days, Grissom woke up.

'Sara?' Sara stayed quiet. 'I know you're there. You've been like this for three days.'

'Damn.' Sara whispered. Grissom walked into the bathroom, and saw her huddled on the floor.

'You're not ok, are you?' Sara shook her head sadly, dark hair matted with sweat and face covered in tear tracks. Grissom pulled her up and just held her in his arms. Sara began to shiver, and her body shook as silent sobs racked her body. Grissom whispered into her hair and held her as she broke down.

Sara looked at her watch, it had been one minute, slowly, she looked at the test. She almost cried out. The square had turned dark blue. She slid down against the wall, head in her hands.