You Never Know When Chapter 3, a csi fanfic

I know some of you were a little disappointed about the last chapters' ending, and might not like where this story is going, but I hope that your mind changes as you read. But there were some reviews that made me smile, and I thank you all who posted those.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all mistakes are mine. Some lines are barrowed from/inspired by scenes from the episode "A Night At The Movies" I also meant to add that in the last chapter, instead of "Crash and Burn".

Chapter 3:

Momentarily shocked, Nick jumped back. He remembered her saying she didn't feel well earlier, but he didn't realize it was this bad.

The sound of Warrick's feet hitting the ground behind him brought him back, and he went to Sara's side, holding her hair out of her face. Warrick came in front of them, mouthing, "what happened?". Nick shrugged. He honestly didn't know. She'd seemed fine before…

Sara had never been so embarrassed. This beat the Tom Haviland case by a hundred miles. Nick had sort of seen her get sick before; when she'd first joined the team about two years earlier, but this was different. That had lasted only about five seconds, this was lasting close to a full minute.

"I-I-'m, I'm sorry," she said eventually, her voice tired and raspy. Her cheeks flushed bright red.

"Don't be," Nick said, pulling a tissue out of his pocket and handing it to her. She wiped her mouth, and stuffed the tissue in her pocket to throw away later.

"I don't know what happened," she confessed, her hand still gripping the fence, "I just got dizzy and light headed all of a sudden,"

"Did you…possibly eat something bad?" Nick asked, immediately wishing he'd chosen better words.

"I don't know," she didn't even think about what he'd said, she just wanted to sit down, and take a mint.

Nick wrapped his arm around her shoulders, straightening her. "C'mon," he said, pulling her towards him, "let's get you home, you need to rest."

"No!" She protested, pulling away slightly, "I'm okay, Nick, really. Just let me finish this case. Then, I promise I'll take a day off."

"Fine," Warrick butted in, walking over, "but you still need to rest. Go sit in the car until we're done."

Seeing that that was the best offer she'd get, Sara allowed Nick to walk her over to the car. Once alone, she leaned back into her chair, closing her eyes. It wasn't long before she dosed off, her head titling to the side. She woke to Nick shutting his door.

"Sorry," he said, realizing he'd disturbed her.

"How long was I out?"

"Not long, twenty minutes, maybe."

Looking out the window, she saw Warrick pulling out in the other car. "Go back to sleep, Sara," Nick said from the driver's seat as he fallowed Warrick, "it'll be about an hour until we get back to the lab."

With that, Sara drifted into sleep once more.

Grissom's phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Grissom," he answered.

"Hey, Griss, it's Warrick, I think you should give Sara a day off tomorrow."

"What?" Grissom asked, instantly worried, "why? Is she okay?"

"She's fine, she just got sick at our crime scene about twenty minutes ago. She doesn't look like she has anything serious, but I think she should rest."

"Okay," Grissom sighed, only slightly relieved, "I'll tell her next time I see her. Thank for letting me know, Warrick."

"No problem," he heard Warrick hang up.

Slipping his phone back into his pocket, and stepped out of the car to join Catherine.

"Who was that on the phone?" She asked, slowing her pace so he could catch up.

"Warrick," he replied simply, knowing Sara wouldn't be happy with everyone knowing about her incident.

"What did he want?"

Grissom knocked on the door before replying, hoping that the owner would answer before he had to explain more. "Nothing very important."

Before Catherine could respond, the door opened, much to Grissom's relief.

Once they made it back to the lab, Sara had quickly made her way to the Layout room, her bamboo stick in hand. She received some confused and humorous looks on the way, which didn't help her mood much. Before she started working, she put up crime scene tape in the entrance, at a height to where people would have to duck before entering.

"Is this where the limbo party is?" She heard Warrick ask as she finished printing, "can I come in?" He asked, ducking under the tape.

"Yeah," she laughed, "Sorry, I…don't want everyone in here."

"Well, I got your one to ones," he said, pulling out her photos of the tire treads, "the tire treads-there's nothing specific here."

"Bummer,"

"But the shoe prints you took, they look interesting. It looks like five suspects walked in, and four ran out." He explained, laying out pictures of the shoe prints out on the table.

"Four guilty people out there somewhere." Sara added.

"Do doubt. How's it coming with you 'big bamboo' here?"

"Well, I have Black Lung from all the powder and not a single print. Nothing, nada." She sighed.

"Test for GSR? The place was riddled with bullets. It wouldn't hurt."

"Wouldn't hurt," Sara agreed.

It might not hurt, but it wouldn't help them either. There was no GSR on the bamboo pole. So, Sara decided to try going to Hodges. Maybe he could find something.

"You're joking, right?" Hodges said as Sara walked up to his lab, bamboo stick in hand.

"Do I look like I'm joking, Hodges?" Sara hissed.

"Whoa now!" He held up his hands in a terrified motion, "just kidin', Sara."

"I'm tired of 'kidin' Hodges. Now, help me with this." She said as she entered. Hodges maneuvered his way to the other end of the pole, and helped Sara set it under the microscope.

After a few moments of looking at it, his head popped up. "Spiral gouges," he said, sounding surprised, "check it out."

Sara walked over and looked into the microscope. Sure enough, there were black, spiral little marks from tip to tip of the pole.

"What do you think caused these marks?" She asked.

"Give me more time, I'm not a miracle worker." Hodges said in his usual, rude, and quite annoying tone.

"Well, that obvious, Hodges. If you were a miracle worker you wouldn't be rude." She shot back.

"I wasn't being rude, I was being curt. Rude would be, 'when I know, you'll know.'"

"Friends?" He added after a moment.

"No," Sara smirked just as Warrick walked in behind her.

"Hodges, how's it comin' with that glass?" He asked. Hodges pointed to one of the other microscopes. "It looks like there's some kind of coating on it." He noted, looking up at Hodges. After Hodges explained what the coating was, Sara instantly knew what type glass they had.

"Camera lends."

"You think someone has this murder on tape?" Warrick asked after a moment.

"Maybe…Have you processed the brother's van yet?" Sara asked. Warrick shook his head.

"No.." Warrick said, realizing what she meant.

"Let me know what you find." Sara said as he walked toward the garage.

While Warrick, Nick, and O'Riley were interviewing the victims older brother, Sara was busy loading the bullet information into the computer. After what seemed like forever, she was on the last bullet.

"Sorry I'm late," Warrick said as he entered, taking a seat beside her, "what bullet are you on?"

"One hundred and nine, finally. Height, distance, angle." She said tiredly. "This had been a very laborious shift." She sighed after typing in the information, looking up at him. He gave her a sad smile, knowing that she wasn't just talking about the bullets.

"Are you in the mood for a light show?" She asked after a pause.

"Yeah, hook it up." He smiled, nodding toward the computer.

Sara pressed a few keys, and all of the red lights that symbolized a specific bullet went flying across the screen, heading to the point that they were fired from. They all lined up in the center of the room, forming a pole like object, according to Warrick.

"Or a bamboo stick." Sara noted.

This was incredibly frustrating for them. This case had been so strange, they couldn't quite wrap their heads around it.

"Is this the end of the road?" Warrick asked.

"Forensically, yes."

Sara, feeling very thirsty for some reason, was making her way to the brake room when she heard someone calling her as she past Grissom's office.

"Hey, Sara, can I talk to you for a sec?" It was Grissom.

"Yeah, sure." She said, walking in and sitting in front of his desk. "I'm not in trouble, am I?" She teased.

"Not entirely."

Confused, Sara looked over her shoulder out the door, searching for wondering eyes that might be watching them. "Should I close the door?" She asked, still confused.

"No, no, it's nothing like that." Grissom assured her, "Warrick told me you got sick at you crime scene today. Were you planning on telling me?" He asked, the last part in a whisper.

"Oh, that's what this is about." She covered part of her face with her hand, feeling her face flush. In all honesty, Grissom was the last person she wanted to find out; by someone else, as least. But she was planning on telling him, after she talked to a doctor.

"Well, were you?" He asked again.

"Yes. I was going to tell you after-" She looked back again, once she was sure they were clear, she continued, "after I talked to a doctor. I didn't want you to worry." She smiled at him, mentally asking for forgiveness.

The sight of Sara's smile made Grissom get a warm, happy feeling inside him. "Why don't you come over after shift? You can make an appointment then." He asked, his voiced hushed again.

"I'll see you then," she said as she rose to leave.

"Sara," Grissom called just short of her exiting his office. She looked back at him.

"Don't over work yourself," he said, knowing how she was. She could get so far into a case, she'd forget to eat.

"I'll try not to." She teased one last time before exiting, making her way to the break room for a small cup of water.

"Hey," Sara called to Nick as she descended the stairs.

"Hey, Sara, I was just coming to get you." He began, holing up a large file, "I got surveillance footage from Janko Liquor, Hodges just put together some black and white stills. Check it out." He finished as he opened the file, handing her a picture.

The picture had Kevin, the vic's older brother, buying the beer, while Timmy, the victim, and a few other boys were 'causing ruckus' as Nick said. Of course, the owner wanted them out, so he sold them the beer, even though they were under age.

"Well, you know about the camera glass Warrick found?" He asked, "that means someone has this all on tape. I say we track down the other kids and see which one of them thinks he's Tarantino."

"What up? My name's Kevin, this is-" Sara listened as Kevin introduced him and his 'boys'. Among those boys, was his brother Timmy. They'd confiscated the tape from one of Kevin's friends, hoping it might have the murder on tape. This is just some stupid game, Sara thought as Kevin and the others described their game. It was like one of those 'don't do this at home,' TV shows.

It started with them riding on the hood of a car; 'Speed Way Surfing,' Kevin called it. Next it had them getting hit with golf balls, which explained most of the round bruises on Timmy. The third, and final one, had been Timmy's idea. He called it: 'Bamboo Russian Roulette."

Oh no, Sara thought as she watched what looked like Kevin maneuver the bamboo pole down into the building, using the square hole in the roof as an entry way. Then, he pulled out a gun, and spun it down the pole, sending the bullets flying. Everyone went up, even Timmy. Most of the madness stopped when Kevin got shot in the arm, but they were drunk. The decided to do it one more time. Just one more.

Kevin climbed back up to the roof, and sent the gun back down. As it neared the end of the pole, the lends in the camera were shot out, and it fell to the ground; still recording video. It landed in just the right spot to see Timmy get a bullet through the chest, and fall to the ground, gasping for air.

Just as Warrick turned off the tape, Nick's phone went off. It was a text. "That was O'Riley. He just made the arrests." His said in a sad voice. Sometimes, solving a case didn't leave them feeling so great.

After they'd cleaned everything up, the three of them headed to their lockers. It was finally time to go home.

"What a shift. You guys wanna get someone breakfast?" Warrick asked as they entered the locker room.

"I'm in," Nick said.

Sara was about to agree, but then she remembered her plans with Grissom. "Sorry guys. I think I'm just gonna go home."

"Alright, but get some rest." He said, pointing at her with a serious look on his face.

"I promised I would. I'll see ya later, guys." She laughed as she exited. She wondered if Grissom had already gone home, or if he was in his office.

Finally, Grissom sighed, setting his finished paperwork on the edge of his desk. He was closing the door to his office when Sara came around the corner, walking directly toward him.

"Hey," She greeted as she approached, "are we still on for tonight-or well, this morning?" She corrected herself.

"Yes," he said, locking his office door. "Are you ready?" He asked, nodding toward the parking lot.

"I'll meet you there." She whispered, and headed down the hall.

He hesitated. He knew it would look a bit strange if they left at the exact same time. He pretended to fiddle around with his door, to make sure it was locked. Once she was no longer in sight, he walked down the hall.

Her car was close to the end of the parking lot, so he was able to get into his car before she could get into hers. He was able to get back to his house before her, so he cleaned up a little, then started cooking. When ten minutes past, he started getting worried. He was done cooking their food, and had already started setting the table. What was taking her so long?

He heard what sounded like a car door shutting, followed by a knock at his door. When he answered, was surprised to find Sara looking very pale.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked, stepping out of her way.

"To be honest, no, I'm not. But I think it's because I'm hungry." She lied, taking a seat on the couch. "What are you making?" She asked.

"Actually, I'm done. I was setting the table when you got here." He said as he walked back to the kitchen.

With that, they began their meal. This was the most time they'd spent together outside of work in a while. It wasn't by choice, though, it was just that the last few cases were very hard on them, especially time wise.

"Hey, why did it take you so long to get here?" Grissom asked, placing his plate in the sink.

Crap. Sara thought. She was hoping he wouldn't ask about that. She didn't want to tell him, but she didn't want to lie to him again. But, then again, she didn't want him to worry about her. What should she tell him?

She didn't realize how long she'd been silent until Grissom spoke again, "You got sick again, didn't you?"

Damn it! The look on her face said it all.

"Why didn't you tell me when you got here?" He asked.

"Because I didn't want you to worry! Besides, I was going to make an appointment after we ate." She felt awful for lying to him, even if it was something so small. "Please don't be mad." She begged.

His heart melted at how pitiful she sounded. "I'm not mad, Sara. I just don't want you to be sick." He picked up the phone and handed it to her. "Here, call them now. I'll start with the dishes."

He walked back into the kitchen. For a moment, Sara just stood there. That had gone much better than she thought it would. And even though she would never admit it, she liked having someone worry about her. It made her feel loved.

Grissom could hear Sara talking to someone on the phone, then the click of her hanging up the phone. "So, when are you in?" He asked.

"Actually, she was able to get me in today. I have an appointment at three o'clock."

"Hi Sara, you haven't been here in a while." Said Dr. Mary Jacobs.

"I know. I honestly think I just have a stomach bug, but my, uh, friend, wanted me to make sure." Sara rolled her eyes at the thought of Grissom's concern.

"Alright then, tell me, what are your symptoms?"

"Well, for the past two weeks or so, I've been feeling very lightheaded and dizzy. Then yesterday, I threw up while I was at work, and again this morning."

"Oh…" Mary said quietly.

"What?" Sara asked after a pause.

"Um, Sara…when was the last time you had your period?"

Sara was caught off gourd by the question, "Uh, well…" She honestly couldn't remember at first. "I think it was the fifth or sixth of last month. That's when I usually have it…"

"So you're late?"

"Yeah…" Then it hit her. Is she trying to imply that… No! There was just no way! She'd been late for a week once, so that might not mean anything, right? "Whoa, you don't think I'm…?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. You seem to be showing a few very common signs of being pregnant, but not all of them. Like you said, it could just be a bug, but…You said this started about two weeks ago, right?" Sara nodded, "that seems a bit long for a bug, Sara."Sara couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mind went back to her night with Grissom. Could that one night have led up to this? She only remembered bits and pieces of it. But what about Hank? No! Surely it wasn't Hank's! They had always used protection…

"Sara, I can run a test if you want to make sure." Mary's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Y-yeah, yeah that'd be great. Um, w-what's the most accurate test?" Sara stuttered out, still finding it hard to believe.

"Well, the most accurate way to know is to do an internal exam." She watched as Sara's face flushed a bright red, "but I don't think you'd be comfortable with that. So, the best thing I can offer you is a blood test. Now, it may take a day or two to get the results back to you."

"O-o-okay." Sara said as she pulled up her sleeve.

Mary quickly took a blood sample. "Okay, Sara, just sign these papers and you can leave. Be sure to right down at least two contact numbers."

Sara scribbled her chicken scratch signature on the papers, put down two contact numbers-her house and her cell-and walked out of them room. What was she going to do if she was, indeed, pregnant? How could she manage a baby and still keep her job? How was she going to tell the team that she was possibly carrying their boss's baby? Or worse, if it came back positive, how was she going to tell Grissom? They had only been together for a month, and now they might be expecting a baby? This was all to much for her to handle. She needed to get back to her apartment and rest. Grissom had given her the day off, thankfully.

God, Grissom…

She wasn't even aware that she was home until she turned the car off. She walked to her door like a ghost and, once inside, she collapsed into bed, surprisingly tired. To tired to cry, even. The last thing that went through her mind was Grissom.

Sara's day off had gone by in a flash, yet she still hadn't heard from Mary. She hoped to hear from her before heading into work, but she still didn't call. She nervously sat in the break room, all by herself. Not for long, though.

"Hey, Sara." Greeted Nick, "you okay? How was your day off?"

"Fine." She said quickly.

That raised a red flag in Nick's mind. Sara only said she was 'fine' when in fact she wasn't. He turned to make himself a cup of coffee, but watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was playing with her hands, he noted, and was watching the clock like a hawk.

"You sure you're okay, Sara?" Nick asked, turning to face her.

She nodded and looked away from him, but she could feel him staring her down. She wanted to disappear. Thankfully, Catherine walked in, breaking Nick's gaze.

"Hey, guys." She greeted, taking a seat across from Sara. She immediately noticed something was off, but chose not to address it. She knew all she would get from Sara was 'fine'.

Once everyone arrived, Sara figured Grissom would start handing out assignments, and everyone would forget about her condition. But once Grissom walked in, she noticed his hands were empty.

She wasn't the only one. "What, no assignments?" Asked Catherine.

"Sorry guys, it's a slow night." He looked around at everyone, but his eyes landed on Sara. She wasn't looking him in the eye.

He took a seat, trying to hide his concern. She hadn't called him since she left for her appointment…he hoped everything went well.

Instead of interrogating Sara, he chimed in on the conversations everyone else was having. Nick was complaining about some idiot who nearly hit him on his way to work. Warrick joked that that idiot was probably thinking the same thing. It went on this way for a few more minutes, then Sara's cell rang.

She fished her phone out of her pocket and red the caller ID. The contact wasn't saved into her phone. It could be Mary.

"Sidle," she answered, getting up and walking out of the room.

"Sara, hey. It's Mary."

She stopped once she was a few steps outside the break room, glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. Of course, Grissom was, but no one else seemed to be paying much attention.

"S-so…did you get the results back?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"Yep. They came back right as I was walking out the door. Congratulations, Sara! You are indeed pregnant." Mary said happily from the other line.

Sara's heart skipped a beat. Everything around her seemed to go by in slow motion. She felt the sting of bile rising in her throat. "Thanks, Mary." She managed.

"When would you like to schedule your next appointment? You'll need to come by and pick up a few vitamins and other things,"

"Uh…I dunno. W-when can you get me in?"

"Well, you can drop by tomorrow morning for your prescriptions."

"Okay…anything else?" Her throat started burning.

"Yes, it seems that you are five weeks along, so I can get you in for an ultrasound in about four or five weeks. Does the tenth of next month sound good to you?"

"Yeah. U-uh…thanks, Mary."

"No problem, honey."

She slowly closed her cell phone. She was torn between going to the bathroom to puke, bursting into tears, or just going home all together. She knew that she couldn't do anything about it while she was working. She'd just have to try and wait until shift was over. She glanced back into the break room. Grissom was talking to Catherine, and not paying her much attention. She took her chance, and briskly walked to the bathroom.

Just as Sara had entered the bathroom, Greg had walked into the break room.

"Hey guys," he greeted, he glanced around the group for Sara, but there was no sign of her. "Where's Sara?" He asked.

Simultaneously, they looked into the hallway where she had been standing. But she was gone. "She's probably just in the bathroom." Nick said, sipping his coffee.

Grissom's phone went off in his pocket. It was a text from Brass. "Well, someone better go get her. We've got a 419 at the Rampart."

"I'll be right back," Catherine said, walking out of the room.

She opened the bathroom's squeaky door, and was greeted by a very strange sound, coming from the farthest stall. Her mind went off of Sara for a moment, and went to whoever was in the last stall. Whoever it was, they were vomiting a crying. Great, she thought. The last thing she needed right now was a bug going around the lab.

"Hello?" She called, knocking on the door, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Came a chocked response.

"Sara?" Catherine asked, taken aback. No one had mentioned her being sick.

"I said-" she coughed again, "I'm fine!"

"Sara, you are not fine. Open the door."

"Cath, please-"

"Fine. Just let me tell Grissom and the others that you're not coming with us." She said, knowing that would get her out of that stall.

"No! Wait-" she heard the toilet flush, and Sara slowly stepped into view. She'd never seen her co-worker in such condition. Her eyes were red, puffy, and glistened with unshed tears. Her was a deep shade of pink, and her voice was scratchy and tired. She helped Sara over to the sink, allowing her to wipe the edges of her mouth and splash water on her tired face.

"I'm sorry," Sara whispered in a scratchy voice.

"What the hell are you sorry for?"

"I don't know." She whimpered.

"Does this have something to do with that call you got earlier?"

When Sara didn't respond, Catherine got her answer. "Who was on the other line?" She asked.

"I can't talk about this right now, Cath." Sara wiped her face with a paper towel.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" Catherine asked, feeling like she should help her in some way.

"I want to say no, but-hic-I don't think I can-hic-drive right now." She hated it when she got the hiccups. It made her feel like a child.

"Okay, you stay here and calm down, and I'm going to tell Grissom."

"What? No, Cath-hic-"

"Sara, he's going to wonder where we are. I'm not going to give him any details, I'll just say that you aren't feeling well."

That'll still worry him. But what else could they do? Catherine was right. If they didn't say something soon, Grissom would get suspicious. "Okay," she sighed, and walked back to the stall, hiding herself.

Grissom was looking at his watch when Catherine walked back into the break room.

"Catherine, everyone's waiting on us. What took- wait, where's Sara?" He asked, noticing her absence.

"She's not feeling well, I'm taking her home." She said simply.

Not feeling well? She must've gotten sick again. "She shouldn't be by herself, she's gotten sick like this at least three times now. Stay with her once you take her home."

"What? Gil, she-"

"Is sick, Catherine. I'd do the same thing it was you, or Nick, or Warrick. Something is wrong with her, and I don't wont her to hurt herself because no one was there to help her." After getting an unconvinced look form Catherine, he added "trust me, she'll appreciate it."

"Whatever you say." Catherine was obviously annoyed. She knew she was walking into trouble, and she knew that Sara wasn't going to be to happy.

Twenty minutes later, Sara was stretched out across her couch in her favorite pajamas. Catherine was sitting on the very end. She'd already asked once what was wrong with her, but Sara just said it was a bug. Technically, she wasn't lying. It was the baby of an entomologist…

But that didn't sit well with Catherine. She knew Sara was hiding something, she just couldn't put her finger on it. She'd started sparking up a conversation with Sara, trying to fish something out of her younger colleague. After about an hour of talking, Sara had gotten up to use the bathroom three times. She's gonna start noticing. She thought, sitting back down on the couch. I can't tell her, though, not until I talk with Grissom..

She was suddenly very tired. "I'm sorry, Cath, but I think I'm going to take a nap. You can go now, if you'd like."

"Sara, do you know how mad Grissom would be if I left you here alone?"

"Fine," Sara was too tired to protest, and she fell asleep.

Sara woke three hours later to the smell of coffee brewing in her kitchen. She didn't remember making coffee, and even if she did, she couldn't drink it. As she leaned up, she realized how bad she had to go to the bathroom. Without looking to see who was there, she darted to the bathroom. After relieving herself, she entered the kitchen.

"Want some coffee?" Asked Catherine.

Yes! "Uh, no thanks." She sighed, knowing that she couldn't drink coffee for a long, long time.

"You not wanting coffee? What, is your stomach still bothering you?" Catherine asked, pouring herself a cup.

"Yeah," Sara answered quickly.

Sara's phone went off in her bedroom. She quickly walked to pick it up. "Sidle," she answered.

"Sara, it's Grissom. Catherine said you were asleep when I first called. I thought you might be awake by now. How are you feeling?"

"Better, but-" she paused, looking out to see if Catherine was listening. Just to be safe, she walked to the farthest corner of her room. "I need to tell you something. After shift, stop by my place." She whispered.

"Okay…see you then. Oh, and can you tell Catherine I need her at the lab?"

"Yeah, sure." She closed her phone and walked back into the kitchen. "Was that Grissom again?" She asked.

"Yeah, he told me to tell you that he needed you at the lab."

"What for?""I don't know, he didn't say."

"If you're lying to me Sara, I'll-"

"I'm not lying, I swear!" Sara held her hands up in defense.

"Okay, but if you need anything, call me." Catherine said as she headed for the door.

"I will." Sara said as Catherine closed the door. She poured the remaining coffee down the sink, and walked over to the couch. An hour later, she was curled up in a ball, wondering how the hell she was going to tell Grissom about the baby. Just the thought of it caused a lump to form in her throat. She knew that this child would be loved very much, but, it would probably ruin her relationship with Grissom. Why would he wont to stay with the woman who ruined his career?

"It's not your fault, though," she said, rubbing her hand over her soon-to-be swollen abdomen, "He'll probably hate me for this. He took the risk we've wanted to take ever since we met, and now he could lose his job. I'll lose mine, too." Tears were falling down her face, but that was it. She wasn't sobbing, but it felt good to let the tears fall.

"You don't deserve a life like this, or a sad excuse of a mother like me, I'm sorry."

"Sara?" Someone called from outside her door.

Realizing how loud she was talking, she put a hand over her mouth. She hoped that voice didn't belong to who she thought it did. But, of course, it did.

"Grissom." She said in a low voice. "What are you doing here?"

"We finished just after Catherine got back to the lab." His voice sounded confused, he'd obviously overheard some of what she'd said. She stepped out of the way to let him in.

"How much of that did you hear?" She asked nervously.

"I…came in when you said that we'd 'taken the risk'…Sara, what the hell were you talking about? Why are we going to lose are jobs?"

It was then he noticed that she was crying. Her face was pink, along with the rims of her eyelids. But now, she began to let out short sobs.

"I'm so sorry, Grissom." She cried as she sat on the couch.

One by one, things began to come together. The dizziness, the vomiting, the risk, them losing their jobs, and what glued it all together was Sara referring to herself as a 'sad excuse of a mother'.

"Sara…are you pregnant?"

Sara broke down into uncontrollable sobs, covering her face with her hands. "I'm so sorry, Grissom."

I am so, so sorry this took so long! I'm out of school, but summer has been a bit busy for me. I know some of you were hoping it wouldn't end up this way, but, I hope you continue to read.

Please review, but nothing mean, please.

TBC!