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Summery: Sara's sick and there cat's escaping from bags all over the shot GSR
Gil Grissom was stood in his kitchen buttering a piece of toast he was surrounded by dirty pots and glasses. As he picked the toast up and a glass of orange juice he nearly fell over an open cupboard door. His usually tidy house looked like a hurricane had been through it. The kitchen was covered in dirty pots the living room had discarded tops strewn across the back of a seat and a washing up bowl on the floor.
"You should try and eat something," said Grissom softly as he steeped over a washcloth laid on the floor.
Sara Sidle was laid white as a sheet stretched across his sofa.
"Urgh no" moaned Sara closing her eyes and pushing the plate away.
"Come on you need to eat" pleaded Grissom bending down.
"I already spent half the night in the bathroom I'm not putting anything into my body" moaned Sara rolling away from him.
"Right in that case I'll stay here until you do," replied Grissom.
Slowly Sara rolled back to face him peaking her eyes open.
"You need to go to work," she said
"I will when you eat something" he placed the plate down on the table and laid a hand across her forehand "you temperatures gone down at least" he said withdrawing his hand
"You'll get sick," warned Sara. With that he gently kissed her forehead
"It will be romantic" smiled Grissom as Sara reluctantly sat up
"Romantic oh yer it was real romantic running to the bathroom every ten minutes," scowled Sara
"How are feeling?" asked Grissom sitting down next to her
"Like hell"
"That's very descriptive"
"My head hurts, my stomach hurts and looking at that toast makes me feel like throwing up."
"How about I just drink a little?" asked Sara
"Food" answered Grissom handing her the plate "I can get you yoghurt"
"No. Please Griss just let me sleep I don't want to end up in the bathroom again it wasn't fun" said Sara looking at him with puppy eyes.
"Just one piece you need to eat before you can have the tablet"
"I don't want the tablet"
"This one you want," said Grissom holding the box up with that Sara stuffing a piece of toast in her mouth deciding to get it over with
"I suggest you shower now though" she added
"You'll be fine," said Grissom with a slight smile at how childish Sara's was been
Ten minutes later and Grissom was showered and in the bedroom trying to sort out some of the mess. He had been with Sara last night and just abandoned his and her clothes.
"GIL" shouted Sara urgently "where's the bucket?" she shouted as he heard banging
"Next to the seat" replied Grissom dropping what he was holding and almost running back into the living room.
"Sit down" he instructed Sara who had a hand clamped across her mouth. He grabbed the bucket and placed it in front of her.
"Ok?" he asked rubbing her back as she moved her hand and took a couple of deep breaths.
Sara began to nod then stopped "no" she said quickly before leaning over and brining her toast back up into the green bucket. Grissom sat next to her rubbing her back as she finished.
"I told you I didn't want the toast," mumbled Sara pushing her hair back from her face
"You sure you don't want me to stay at home?" asked Grissom as she sat back
"Go" replied Sara
"Are you going to be sick again?" asked Grissom
"I hope not"
Grissom decided this was the best answer he was going to get so took the bucket away and emptied it in the bathroom. He then brought it back along with a trash can.
"So you don't' have to get up if you don't' feel like it. Water, phone and tablets. Call me if you feel worse" he instructed her while pointing to the objects on the table in front of her. Sara was surprised at how caring he was she was surprised when he stayed in the bathroom with her last night holding her hand, apparently he did have some sensitivity and human emotions in him but then again she already knew that.
Last night
Sara Sidle was in the perfect situation sat with Grissom's arms wrapped around her as he pointed out stars to her. They were sat on a rug next to his car. It would have been perfect if it wasn't for the headache Sara had all day and the fact it was making her feel pretty unwell not something gone unnoticed.
"You ok?" asked Grissom stopping his description of Ursula major
"Yer" replied Sara moving closer
"You want to go back and have tea?"
To be honest Sara didn't fancy eating but going home sounded good
"Sure" answered Sara as the warm of his body moved away from her.
Sara was now feeling ill sat watching Grissom serve up the vegetarian casserole he had spent the best part of his day of preparing. Pots and cloths lined his usually perfectly organized kitchen. He'd spent ages doing it and all Sara wanted to do was sleep. In fact sat as the table as he brought it over it began to make her feel sick.
"Lovely" said Sara with a forced smile as it was placed in front of her. For the next twenty minute she prodded at it eating nearly half her head resting on one arm.
"Are you going to admit you don't feel well or are we going to pretend for much longer?" asked Grissom suddenly waking Sara from the trance she had gone into.
"I'm fine," said Sara sitting up and having his eyes bore into her. "I'm ok," she added not able to look at him anymore.
"Is it my cooking?" asked Grissom taking the plate away.
"No" Sara sighed she was cornered and she knew it. "I just feel a bit off" she gave in. "I'm going to get changed" she added diapering into the bedroom to change out the thick outdoor clothes she had on. She left them laid across the floor she didn't feel like tiding up and went back into the living room where Grissom was sat.
"How you really feeling?" he asked as she sat down next to him wanting to curl up on his lap.
"Not bad just a headache" lied Sara.
Grissom couldn't believe she was still denying it she was pale and clearly looked ill. He sighed she'd admit it and let him in when she wanted to not before. He decided to go get changed, Sara's clothes laid across the bedroom was a indicator of how rough she felt.
Sara sat staring at the TV but not having a clue what was on she was concentrating on not brining her dinner back up. She stood up and began walking towards the bathroom as her stomach churned.
Grissom was just about to begin clearing his clothes up when he head a bang from the bathroom the next sound he heard was Sara been sick.
"Oh that's fine," he mumbled leaving the bedroom.
Sara sat back against the bathtub hoping he hadn't heard she wasn't sure he'd know what to do she wasn't sure what to do expect close her eyes so the room would stop spinning. The next thing she knew someone's hand had made its way into hers. She lifted her head from her legs to see Grissom's soft eyes looking into hers one hand holding hers and a glass of water in the other.
"Are you going to admit your ill now?" asked Grissom
"Eyes" mumbled Sara taking sips of water
"You want to lay down?" he asked helping her up
"Don't know" replied Sara as she was been led to the bedroom. Sara laid on the bed cured up arms around her stomach that was doing back-flips. She hard the clink of glass as the water was placed on the bedside table then a pair of arms wrapped around he abdomen as Grissom laid down next to her.
"Oh god" the moment was broken as Grissom hand was ripped away as Sara leapt up and ran out the room.
Grissom was sat alone in his office staring at a pile of paper work; he'd been staring at it for the past twenty minutes. He was worrying about Sara he wanted to ring but what if she wasn't near the phone and had to get up. He was worried because she'd been ill for a while. He noticed last week she seemed strange after Nick came and told him she left in the middle of autopsy. He'd asked her and she'd told him she remembered she'd left something in trace wanted to get it before Hodges got his hands on it. Then there was the fact she'd regularly bin food especially at night or in the morning, he should have known she was getting sick corner her before it got to this point.
"Penny for them" came Cath's voice. He didn't have clue how long she had been stood in the doorway.
"Sorry" mumbled Grissom rubbing his temples.
"So where's Sara today? Nick hasn't seen her ether"
"She called in sick," answered Grissom
"Sara admitted she was sick, must be bad. Smallpox hasn't comeback has it?" smiled Cath as the shrill sound of Grissom's phone rang.
"Hello"
"Griss" came the groggy voice down the phone. Grissom panicked for a second Cath had no intention of leaving and had sat herself on the other side of Grissom's desk going though his paper.
"How are you are you ok?" he asked trying not to look at Cath as he did
"No I can't find any aspirin I want an aspirin" moaned Sara. Grissom could tell she must be feeling rough again because she regressed into whining. As she didn't' get sick very often Sara didn't have the best way in handling it: insist everything was fine until on the verge of collapse then curl up and die seemed to be her response.
"I'll get some, do you need anything else?"
"No, yes orange juice I drank it all" replied Sara
"Ok honey" Grissom put the phone down and found Cath staring at him with a slight grin.
"How's Sara then?" asked Cath completely throwing Grissom "we know. Well we had our suspicions. Well Nick had a betting pool" smiled Cath
Grissom was now sat mouth hanging open.
"You were subtle but you changed the way you acted around each other much more at ease, Warrick noticed first"
Grissom was left staring he had no idea anyone knew.
"She wants some aspirin," said Grissom in answer to Cath's earlier question just as Conrad Ecklie appeared.
"Gil can't you keep Stokes and Sanders on a leash I've had three complaints of harassment from some gang bangers parents. You need to do damage control"
Grissom was left stunned as Ecklie shut the door and vanished.
"Go sort it out. I'll sort out Sara I take it she's at yours"
"Yes urm thanks. Oh take a orange juice" added Grissom not too sure Sara would be so pleased to see Cath turn up but if she turned up with tablets she's probably get over the threshold.
Sara was sat flicking at the TV when she heard a car pull up. The door creaked open
"Tablets"
Sara nearly fell off the seat when Catherine's voice reached her brain
"Cath" asked Sara standing up wobbly.
"Sit down before you fall down, god I hope he's looking after you" she started making her way through the mess on the floor.
"What are you doing?" asked Sara staring at her.
"Ecklie's' cornered Grissom so I come bearing pills. We all know, well we thought we knew it's just been confirmed"
Sara didn't really have the strength to argue or question so she simply sat back in the seat and closed her eyes.
"Thanks" she mumbled as she heard Cath get up
"I just hope you r not contagious," said Cath picking some items off the floor.
"What are you doing?" asked Sara cracking an eye open
"Tidying up someone's got to look after you and this is much more attractive than paper work" answered Cath. Sara was about to counter her when her stomach gave a roll of detest at the orange juice she had been putting in it. Sara reached for where she'd last seen the trash can but couldn't' feel it so managed a to get up and make a couple of steps before having to grab hold of the sofa and bring up the juice.
"Oh" Cath had dropped the things she was holding and was looking for a container and found the trash can buried under a pile of forensic journals.
"Here sit down" Cath held the can out for Sara encase she got sick again and led her back to the sofa by her shoulder.
"Sorry I'll clean it in a minute"
"Your sick you will stay there," instructed Cath going into the kitchen and coming back with a bowl of water some fetching washing up gloves and a roll of kitchen paper.
"Cath you don't have to you only came because Grissom sent you"
"Actually I came because I was worried about you" answered Catherine cleaning up.
Five minutes later and Catherine came and sat down next to Sara the junk was now piled up in one place. Sara was sat her head hung in hr hands.
"How you feeling?" asked Cath placing a glass of water down
"Sick" replied Sara " but that's not that unusual at the minute"
Cath eyed Sara that was strange answer to give.
"Cath" Sara looked directly at her "I felt ill last week when I got sick I tried to pretend It was just this but….I'm over a week late" she dropped her head not meeting Cath's gaze.
"We'll get a test," said Cath as a arm was placed around Sara's shoulders
"Cath I don't' know if I could be a mother. I mean what if I can't, I'm not ready, what if I can, what if Grissom's not. He's only just ok wit his what if he leaves. What if he wants it and I can't cope what if…" Sara trailed off hot tears running down her face
"Well you've got the hormones bit sorted" smiled Cath rubbing her back
"Well get a test and take it form there. I take it this is why you've been acting strange the past week moodier than usual" smiled Cath
"I'm not moody," replied Sara wiping her eyes with arm.
"When I told Eddie he backed his car into a wall" said Cath suddenly "of course I probably should have told him while he was reversing up the drive," she added finally getting a smile form Sara
"What did you feel I mean did you know you wanted her?" asked Sara
"No" answered Catherine "I panicked. I thought it would wreak my life my career my marriage" I considered having a termination. Eddie didn't care either way he as usual. I went to make the appointment but I couldn't do it. I just felt like it was going to be something I could do right. I messed my own life up pretty bad, that maybe this child was a going to be something I did right." said Catherine Sara now meeting her gaze "it was hard, stressful and still is but when Lindsey smiles at me everything else falls away. Cheesy as that sounds nothing else matters. It's hard to explain everyone's different" smiled Cath
"I'm scared," mumbled Sara one tear escaping "What f I screw this up make the wrong decision. What if I screw them up? What if I get rid, I'll see them every time I close my eyes. Everything deservers a chance" she mumbled the last part
"I'll go get a test I'll be back in ten minutes," said Catherine standing up
"I've got one" said Sara sheepishly "it's in my bedside draw I've had it since Tuesday"
"Nick told me you bolted out of autopsy," said Cath
"The second I saw Doc cut I just felt so sick" admitted Sara "I knew then. This is just confirmation" sighed Sara "it's weird I just feel it"
"How does it feel?"
"Like there's something inside of me. Something that's part of Grissom"
"Too much detail" smiled Cath getting up "come on get it over with I can only hide here for so long" she added.
"Thank you" said Sara getting up and making her way into the bedroom.
Ten minutes later and Cath was lent outside the bathroom door "are you done yet?" she asked banging
"No" came the frustrated reply as the door flew open "I can't go I'm to nervous" said Sara slamming the door and wondering into the kitchen
Cath smirked
"It's not funny all I keep doing is feeling like I'm going to threw up can't it just test that" she said slamming a cup down on the side.
"What are you going to tell Grissom?" asked Cath as Sara filled the glass with water
"The facts. He works well with facts," sighed Sara sitting down and drinking the water then pouring another
"Slow down or you will be sick," warned Cath
"This way I will have to go," answered Sara drinking again. Cath laughed at her "sorry it's juts I got this vision of a mini Einstein wondering around here" smiled Cath "as for Grissom I think he'll surprise you once he's processed it all."
"He gets worked up by cases involving kids. I know he likes them thinks there blank canvases waiting to have idea's and beliefs imprinted on them" she said quoting and waving her fingers in the air "we just never said hey so what would you think about pro creating" she added rubbing her stomach that was hurting again.
"You ok you've gone pale and kind of green?" asked Cath reaching across sand feeling her forehead "and clammy"
"I blame Brass for this"
"I've changed my mind Grissom isn't going to handle it" smiled Cath
"Funny. I meant been sick the officer he left with me the other week was ill I think I caught it" she sighed slumping down on the table. Isn't Ecklie going to be wondering where you are?" ked Sara now laid on the table
"I doubt it he's chasing Gil maybe you should lie down," suggest Cath as Sara lifted her head from the table a bit.
"Its cool here I like it," mumbled Sara pressing her face against the table
"I think you'd be better on the sofa," said Cath getting up and almost dragging Sara over.
"I shouldn't' have had that yoghurt" moaned Sara rubbing her stomach
"If it makes you feel better once you're over this you might have morning sickness to deal with"
"Thank you Cath that makes me feel much better," replied Sara leaning back. "Then you have the constant need to pee back ache swollen ankles….."
"Stop" moaned Sara "your not helping…bucket" she added sitting up bolt right.
"Here" Cath shoved the green thing under her as she began to retch but didn't bring anything up
"Great" moaned Sara getting up
"What you ok?" asked Cath looking concerned
"Where's the damn test I need to pee" moaned Sara angrily.
Two minutes later the test was laid on the side with Sara pacing around the table
"Sara sit down your making me feel ill," said Cath as a timer beeped on the microwave.
"God I can't look I always thought people were been stupid saying things like this. You look you see I can't even look, I need to pee again or throw up" she added disappearing leaving Cath sat staring at the ground anything not to look over at the test laying on the side. She knew she was going to do it so she glanced over
TBC ……………………………. Possibly one more chapter depending on what people think