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After pulling into their driveway Gil debated trying to carry Sara inside. Deciding it would be really bad if his back gave out and he dropped her, the scientist reached across the space between them and stroked her cheek gently, calling her name. "Sara."

Despite his best intentions Sara bolted awake searching her surrounding frantically, disoriented.

"Sara, it's okay. We're home." Grissom took one of her hands that were pressed protectively against her belly and squeezed. "It's okay." He assured her again.

She nodded a couple times and settled back in her seat before looking down at their hands entwined over their baby who was kicking wildly against her skin. Both husband and wife watched the movement under her shirt for a few silent moments. "I think I scared her."

Grissom gave her belly a gentle rub and leaned in. "You're okay too baby. Daddy's here." His blue eyes looked up at Sara and she felt a smile turn her lips upward.

Planting a final kiss where one of the babies limbs had been pressing Sara's stretched skin outward he sat up. "Let's get inside. Are you hungry?"

She shook her head. "Just tired."

"Bed it is. Come on dear."

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Sara undressed while Grissom locked up the house, double then triple checking all the doors and windows. When he finally made it upstairs Sara was already dressed in one of her maternity nightgowns propped up in bed.

"Can Watson sleep with us?" She asked upon seeing her husband enter the bedroom. Sara knew that Grissom preferred the dog to sleep on the floor if in the room at all but she just wanted to feel safe and the boxer made her feel secure.

"If you want." Gil obliged whistling for the dog who bounded into the room and immediately leaped onto the bed before circling a few times and dropping onto his favourite spot; in the crook of Sara's knees, head resting on her hip. Just like Watson always was, Grissom was willing to do anything at this point to keep Sara happy. Although Sara refused to acknowledge and take seriously what had happened outside the lab, he was still worried about her near fainting spell. He had accepted that he wouldn't mention the incident to Sara again if nothing further occurred but he had also promised himself that if anything else went wrong he would not take no for an answer. Sara would be seeing her doctor. They were scheduled to see her ob-gyn anyway for a checkup and figured he could bring it up. Just as he was crawling into bed Grissom remembered the note Laura Sidle had left, it was still on the table downstairs. Getting out of bed again he started toward the door.

"Gil? What's wrong?"

Everything. "Nothing Sara. I just forgot to turn out the kitchen light. Go to sleep."

He saw her nod and snuggle further into her pillow. Heading downstairs Gil went into the kitchen. The table was empty. Assuming she had meant the coffee table he went into the living room. There was no evidence bag or letter. Alarmed Grissom looked around the room and checked the front door again. Still locked. Wracking his brain he tried to remember if he had seen the note when they had come in earlier. But he had, at the time, been too focused on Sara to pay attention. He was just ascending the stairs when he heard Sara call out to him.

"Gil!" Taking the rest of the stairs by twos he ran into the bedroom to find Sara on her feet fussing over a flailing Watson. Coming closer into the room Grissom was about to scold the dog when he noted the stream of vomit leaking from the boxers mouth. He wasn't flailing; he was seizing. Thinking fast he took a hysterical Sara into the bathroom and sat her down on the closed toilet lid and told her to stay there before closing the door. Going back into the bedroom he went over to the now still dog and leaned across the bed unsure of what to do. The bedding around the dog's mouth was caked thickly with dark red vomit and he had lost control of his bowels. Leaning in closer he pressed his ear against the boxer's chest and was relieved to feel a frantic thump against his ear. Moving up he found the dog to be breathing also. Wrapping Watson up in the soiled blanket Grissom lifted the heavy dog up against his chest and called for Sara.

After a moment she opened the door shaking painfully, sobbing into her hands.

"Sara, he's still alive. We need to take him to the vet."

The upset female nodded and opened the door fully stepping back into the bedroom. She reached for a pair of pants and pulled them on then slipped on a pair of flats from the closet. Dressed in his boxers and an old t-shirt and slippers Grissom carried the cumbersome dog out to the car. He helped Sara into the back seat with Watson when she insisted. When Gil was sure she was okay and somewhat calmed down with Watson's head resting on her lap he got behind the wheel taking out his cell phone.

Dialing Catherine's phone number he backed out of the driveway and listened to her phone ring a couple times before her voice came over the line. "Willows."

"Catherine. Listen." He tried to keep his voice as quiet and calm as possible so as not to upset Sara who was in the backseat whispering soothingly to an unconscious Watson. "Laura Sidle was in the house. The letter that she left Sara is gone. It was sealed in an evidence bag on the kitchen table. Also, Watson is sick. Probably poisoned." He heard Sara's breath hitch on a sob. "Check the food. The door is unlocked. I am going to try to find an emergency vet. I will call you and update." Without waiting for her to answer her flicked his phone shut and tossed it onto the passenger side seat and glanced at Sara in the rear-view mirror. "It's going to be okay honey." He assured her.

"Stop saying that. It's not."

"I promise Sara."

"No Griss. You can't. You can't promise anything and it is not fucking okay!" She turned back to their pet and stroked his ear.

Grissom could only nod; she was right.

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