Three days later, they were once again back at the lab. This time it was Grissom up on the table and Sara by his side holding his hand. The doctor came in and they both were a little nervous when they saw the large gauge hypodermic needle. A technician held the ultrasound to a shirtless Grissom's stomach and the doctor cleaned the insertion site.
"Ready?" He asked and Grissom slowly nodded, never taking his eyes off of the needle. A tear escaped his eye from the pain of the needle being guided through layers of muscle and tissue to the resting site. Not wanting to hurt Grissom, Dr. Metz went tortuously slow with the syringe. Sara's grip was firm on is hand, but her own hand still hurt from his stronger grip. She used her free hand to wipe his face. Dr. Metz pushed the fluid in his body and withdrew the needle. They stared at the blob on the screen containing both of their DNA. It felt like a dream. Dr. Metz wiped the area of the ultrasound goop and gave Grissom more paper towels to do a more thorugh job. Now, they played a waiting game to see if the pregnancy would take.
"Come back in three days and we'll know for sure if your embryo is good to go. Until then, the rest of these embryos will be in the incubator. Gil, take it easy for the next twenty-four hours. I'm also going to remind you of the no sex rule. " He nodded and redressed. Sara made the next appointment for him while he redressed and then they went home. Gil went to rest and Sara called Greg to tell him she would pick him up for work and they could talk in the car.
That night, Sara made sure to give Grissom his shot and pack two extras in her lunch before she left to go pick up Greg. In the car, Sara gave Greg the information he needed to know. He agreed to be available for when either she or Grissom needed him.
Meanwhile, Grissom was strolled into work only to find Catherine waiting in his office.
"Good evening, Catherine."
"What happened with Sara yesterday?" Catherine demanded and skipped over pleasantries at the same time.
"None of your business."
"Do you routinely hug her these days? Are you finally with her?"
"Butt out, Catherine." He warned her.
"Why won't you answer me? I thought I was your friend."
"Because I don't want you to know right now and you are my friend. In this particular case, it was easier to confide in Sara."
"Why?"
"She knows me in a way that nobody else does. I don't have to explain anything to her. Please, just drop it."
"What way does she know you?" Catherine was really testing his patience. He sighed angrily and chose to ignore her. Catherine stood up defiantly.
"Fine. I'll just have to talk to Sara or Greg."
"Greg doesn't know anything and Sara won't say anything. Goodbye, Catherine." He dismissed her and began looking at the assignment slips. Until more people knew, he had to make sure he was paired with either Sara or Greg.
That night he assigned himself with Greg. Sara made sure to give him one of the syringes before they left in case they weren't back in time. With Grissom at a crime scene, it was a sure thing that he would forget everything else. He was glad for her thoughtfulness because he had lost track of the time and was startled by the ringing of his cell phone.
"Grissom."
"Where are you?"
"Still at the scene, why?"
"It's time for your next shot. Should I come to you?"
"Greg is here. I'll ask him and call you back." He hung up and called Greg over to him.
"What's up, Griss?"
"It's time for my shot. Can you give it to me or should I call Sara back?" He kept his voice low on purpose. Greg looked around.
"I would, but there are too many people around. You might want to call Sara back." Grissom walked away, pulling out his cell phone. He met Sara at the halfway point between his scene and hers. She gave him his shot and after a brief make out session, managed to get some food in him. They parted ways after that.
At the next appointment, Dr. Metz confirmed that the embryo resting in his body was still thriving. It had attached itself and building a placenta. Grissom was beginning to feel mild bouts of nausea and was informed to eat crackers. Since they couldn't celebrate in bed, she treated him to a steak dinner instead.