As much as I love Sara, and I need to remind myself of this right now, sometimes I do not understand her. We've been married for two months now. It was time for us to get up to get ready for shift. I gently leaned over and kissed her. I love waking up next to her and kissing her awake. Anyway, when I did that, her eyes fluttered open, but she didn't look too happy. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Hey, sweetheart." She didn't say anything. She just closed her eyes and let out a groan.

I gently touched her shoulder and quipped, "I guess I tired you out, huh?" Ok, I thought that statement was funny. Sara apparently did not.

She opened her eyes and glared at me.

Ok, I must have looked at her with a really confused expression on my face. "You feeling ok?"

Her face went kind of green. She looked like if she moved, she was going to throw up.

I think I must have made the cardinal mistake. "Is it that time of the month, Sar?"

If daggers could have come out of her eyes at that point, I think they would have.

She managed to grunt a "No!" at me and then the color sort of drained out of her face. Before I could say anything, she had jumped out of bed and run for the bathroom. I think she just made it to the toilet before she threw up.

I stood in the doorway, and I was seriously concerned. "Sara, maybe you should stay home. Do you want me to stay with you?"

She glared at me again. "Nick, go to work. I'll come in later if I feel better. Right now, I just want to be alone."

Ok, I think this qualifies as our first fight. I still don't have a clue what I did. I really want to know. Fortunately, Sara rarely gets sick. Because if this is how she is every time she gets the flu, I'm going to be in big trouble. Maybe I'll pick up something for her to eat on the way home. I think I might just tell Grissom that I need the night off. Sara and I will just sleep. We haven't been getting much of that in the two months that we've been married. That's probably why she's not feeling very good.

I think I probably should have just listened to Sara and left right away. I tried to go back in and kiss her goodbye before I left for work. I got about three feet from the bed before she glared at me again.

"Nick, I said I want to be alone. Go to work." She turned over and curled up into a ball.

I really wish I knew what I had done.