Eeep! I spent a lot of time planning/writing this chapter. I was looking most forward to it so I hope it turned out nice. Enjoy!

The Reality of It All
Chapter 4: Flashback

Grissom walked towards 206, Sara's room. His knees were wobbly so he moved at a snail-like pace. It felt like he was just in this position. Déjà vu all over again. After the team found Sara in the desert, she was unconscious, flushed, apparent injuries to her arm and her face, all in honor of Natalie Davis. Thankfully the Miniature Killer was finally behind them both. The situation slightly different, but all the same, he was about to walk into her room with an unbalanced equilibrium. He was readying himself for anything. He knew it couldn't be as unsettling as last time but the images still flooded his memory. In one sense the situation was worse because that was his wife lying in that bed unconscious. It didn't mean he cared about her any less last time because she was his girlfriend and awake, but this time she was pregnant with their child. Grissom couldn't fight the urge any longer. He opened the door and stepped inside. His eyes went straight for the bed. He grabbed a nearby chair and moved it to her bedside. He sat down and held her hand that was laying out flat.

"Hey Honey. It's me, Gil. I'm here baby." He rubbed her fingers and stopped. Tears were forming in his eyes. He gazed at the many wires hooked up to her. She had a nose tube to aid her breathing, an IV in her left arm, and other wires which monitored her heart and vitals. She was breathing. Her chest rose up and down repeatedly. She was going to be fine. She was going to wake up, open her beautiful brown eyes, and smile that beautiful smile he loved so much.

Grissom was exhausted physically, emotionally, but most of all mentally. He couldn't help but think of the prior situation and the one they were in now. He felt he could fall asleep any second. He didn't, no couldn't, take his eyes off her or leave her side. He couldn't fight it anymore. He felt his eyelids start to droop. Grissom had officially conked out.

He felt like he was in a trance, daydreaming of yesterday's events. He was reliving of his unforgettable life changing day with Sara.


Grissom woke with a start to find Sara's side of the bed cold. He heard the toilet flushing. Not again. This was the third day Sara had gotten sick in the morning. I told her to stay home because something's obviously not right, but would she listen, no!

He stretched and rose out of bed and headed for the bathroom. The light was on and the door was slightly cracked. Just as he thought, Sara was leaning over the toilet. He quickly pulled the hair out of her face and let her stomach calm down. Once she was through she leaned back against the wall and sighed. She wiped a curl out of her eyes and held her head. She was ghostly white and hot.

"Feel better?" Grissom asked. Sara nodded her head yes and stretched her neck.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I've felt fine it's just the past few mornings have all started the same…disgusting!" Grissom couldn't help but chuckle on her emphasis on the last word.

"I told you to stay home, you wouldn't listen…" Grissom insisted as Sara gave one of her "Sara looks".

"You know it's not like me to miss work on an 'upset stomach'. She gave the air quote on upset stomach. "Besides if I did I'd have to stay home and you know how much I dread getting taken care of." She got her husband smiling at that too.

"True, but I love it just the same!" He planted a kiss on her nose. "Let me get you water and a cold rag for your head." He left and came back a minute later. He handed her the glass of water and held the washcloth against her forehead. She graciously sipped the water and put her hand on top of his.

"We should get you checked out."Grissom watched Sara scrunch her nose at the remark.

"Even though I hate the thought, you're right. I can only take so much more of this." Sara rolled her eyes and chuckled.

"Ok. In a few hours I'll call and schedule you an appointment." With that Grissom helped Sara up and helped her get back into bed. Within minutes she was sound asleep, chest rising up and down. He got in his side of the bed and just watched her sleep.


Three hours later Sara stirred and opened her eyes. No Gil. He must be up already. Sara stood up but quickly clutched her nightstand. Geez every time I stand up this happens. She made her way to the bathroom and then headed downstairs. Gil was in the kitchen cooking at the stove.

"Hi." She smiled. He turned around and grinned.

"Hey there feeling better? You got some color back in your face."

"Yeah I feel a little better. Except I'm starving. What are you making?" She smelled her answer.

"Eggs and bacon. Care for some eggs?" She nodded and sat down at the breakfast bar. He handed her a plate and she scoffed them in less than five minutes.

"Wow you weren't kidding when you said you were starving!"

"Yeah just hope it stays down!"

"I called the doctor and scheduled your appointment. It's for today, November 7, 2010 at 11:30 AM. I also let Catherine know you weren't feeling well." All Sara could hear was the date. November 7? That would mean…ut oh. Grissom noticed the worried look plastered on her face.

"What is it? What's wrong?" panic entering Grissom's voice.

"Um…I'm not sure yet." Sara eyed Grissom. Sara thought back. The last one was awhile ago. Two, maybe three months?

"Sara, tell me what's wrong!" Grissom was officially freaking out. He hated suspense.

"I'm late," she simply stated.

"Late? What? What does that have to do-oh!" Grissom caught on. Late could only mean one thing in a woman's vocabulary. It all made sense now. It could mean that, but maybe not. He didn't know what to think. Neither did she. They both maintained the same position for what seemed like eternity. He was the first to speak,

"You should get dressed. We have to leave soon." Sara made her way upstairs and it wasn't until they had to leave that she came down. She seemed normal, out of the trance she was in before. They walked out to the SUV and Grissom took the wheel. It wasn't until he started driving anything was said.

"Honey no matter what happens it's all going to be alright."

"What if I am?" she didn't finish the sentence.

"If you are then that's wonderful!" She looked at him. "If you're not then we could always try if that's what you want."

"We never really talked about this. You'd be alright with it? I know it'd be an adjustment but I could never not go through with it." She looked like she was going to cry.

"Honey of course I'd be alright with this! Yes we didn't plan it but everything happens for a reason." He held her hand. "I wouldn't hear of that." He didn't have to say it, and she didn't have to guess it.

"Ok." She took a deep breath and stared straight ahead. When they arrived at the doctors Grissom parked the car and they walked to what could be their future.


"Mrs. Sidle Grissom," the receptionist called. Sara and Grissom stood up and walked to her room. Sara sat on the table and before they knew it the doctor came in.

"Hey Sara, what brings you here today?" Sara described her symptoms and her "diagnosis".

"It seems to me you're pregnant, but I'm going to run some blood work and perform an ultra-sound just to be sure." Sara nodded at the doctor as she started to draw blood. Sara cringed and looked away. She analyzed blood every day and yet she couldn't handle some blood being drawn.

After the doctor collected the blood she left the room, giving Sara and Grissom time to talk. Grissom looked up at Sara. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, now that she drew the blood." She shook her head at Grissom. "Since when do I cringe at blood?" She said it more like a statement and less like a question.

"You don't."They stared at each other for a few minutes. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. Just then the doctor came in with the test results in hand.

"I have your blood results. Congratulations, you are indeed pregnant!" The doctor couldn't help but smile at the couple. "From what you said, I'd say you're about 12 weeks along, due date May 14.

Sara smiled brightly and Grissom couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was extremely happy and beyond beautiful.

The doctor stated, "I'm going to do an ultra-sound to see how this little one is doing." She prepared the gel and turned on the screen. A little figure appeared before everyone.

"That's our baby?" Sara was mesmerized by the picture on the screen.

"It certainly is. Just as I suspected, looks to be 3 months." Grissom touched Sara's arm and they both continued to stare in awe.


When they pulled in the driveway, they walked inside. Grissom made them some sandwiches for lunch, while Sara popped in a movie. They plopped on the couch and Grissom put his arms around Sara and kept them there for the remainder of the movie.

Once the movie finished, Grissom felt it was best they "lay down." Immediately Sara grabbed Grissom's face in her hands and planted her lips on his. Grissom loved the way her lips felt on his. Sara broke away to speak, "Are you happy?"

"I couldn't be any happier. I never really thought about it, but this is the moment I've been waiting for. I've wanted this my whole life. Ever since San Francisco, I envisioned our life together."

"Me too. It just feels…so right. I wouldn't change anything for the world. I love you." With that, Sara kissed him again.

He mumbled, "I love you too." And they continued kissing until they couldn't breathe anymore. Sara then Grissom undressed and pulled over the covers. They locked eyes (seemed they've been doing that a lot lately) and took everything in.

"When should we tell the guys?" Grissom questioned.

"Not yet, but soon. I want us to enjoy this little secret of ours." She flashed a mischievous smile.

"Even though you're not showing, we need to tell them so they're aware of the situation. Catherine will need to consider your cases and the team will have to help you out. Watch over you if that's what it takes to keep you two safe. It'll only make me feel better." Grissom was serious and sincere.

"I know, you're absolutely 100% right, but we just found out. Nothing's going to happen…plus I think it'd only be of our nature to surprise them. Come up with a way to tell them. Blow them off their feet and into the water." Sara laughed and so did he.

"Ok how about a surprise lunch? I'll cook because God only knows you can't." Sara punched Grissom's arm.

"Hey! Well that's not entirely wrong, but yes ok. Sounds good. We can - play a game of hangman – or something. Make them guess!" This one had them both laughing hysterically.

"Whatever makes you happy." Grissom kissed Sara one last time. Then they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

If only it could've happened that way. I had a blast writing this chapter! It's how I always envisioned them finding out. –Kait

Btw I completely forgot to mention this story will focus on the "old team" (with the exception of Warrick). I'll make it a point to mention the Lab Rats, but they're not my main focus. I miss the good old days terribly, so I wanted to incorporate that. No offense at all to the present setup