Some weeks later, as Catherine was sitting with Lindsey in the living room
watching television, she stood up suddenly and rushed towards the bathroom.
She made it to the bathroom, barely. She retched until her ribs hurt.
'Mommy?'
Catherine looked up to see her daughter standing next to her, brushing her hair away from her face gently. 'Here, drink this. Sara said that it might help,' Lindsey said as she handed a cup of weak tea to her mother and wiped her forehead with a wet washcloth.
Catherine looked at her daughter and tears welled in her eyes. She hugged her daughter close and let the tears fall. She had wanted him to be the one to mop her forehead and to comfort her when she was sick, but now all she had was her daughter.
She had taken a year's leave of absence from her job, as she knew that she could not go out on the field anyway due to departmental policies that confined expecting employees to deskwork. Besides, she needed time away from him to think of what to do. Warrick had found her a temporary job in his friend's legal firm. That helped financially as Catherine could not really afford to take time off work, not with Lindsey and the coming baby to support.
He had not said a word, had not done anything to persuade her to change her mind. After that, he didn't even call to check up on her any more. Like he didn't care anymore. That was what that had hurt most. It seemed that she had lost him. Or had he ever been hers to lose in the first place? Catherine did not know.
The next day, Sara came over as she claimed she was bored to death at home and wanted to spend some time with Lindsey. Catherine knew that her friend was worried about her and was trying to keep tabs on her. Not that she minded. She was touched that someone actually cared enough to worry about her.
Nick, Warrick and even Greg had dropped by occasionally to check on her or to take Lindsey out so she could have some time to herself. She was very touched by their concern and caring. It seemed that all but the one that mattered most was worried about her.
'Hey Cath. How are you feeling?' Sara asked as she gave Catherine a hug.
'I'm sure you know the answer to that one Sara. You check in with Linds every night! I'm fine. Thanks for asking. Not throwing up that often anymore.' Catherine answered as Sara looked accusingly at Lindsey who shrugged sheepishly.
'Good. How did the checkup go? Sorry I couldn't go with you.'
'It's ok Sara. Everything's all right as far as they can tell, but the blood pressure is a bit high though.'
Sara ran an observing eye over Catherine as she spoke. She noticed that the blonde had that 'glow' associated with pregnant women, her hair having a nice sheen to it, framing her face like a halo. But there were also shadows around her eyes and her smile never reached her eyes anymore.
When Sara arrived at the lab, she stormed into Grissom's office. 'I can't stand it any more. What on earth are you two doing? You obviously still care for her and anyone with eyes can see that she is pining for you and yet you two are avoiding each other like the plague!'
Grissom just looked nonchalant at her outburst. 'How's Catherine?' he asked calmly.
"Grissom, I'm not your messenger. If you really want to know how she's doing, why don't you just ask her!' Sara shouted before stepping out of the office.
'Mommy?'
Catherine looked up to see her daughter standing next to her, brushing her hair away from her face gently. 'Here, drink this. Sara said that it might help,' Lindsey said as she handed a cup of weak tea to her mother and wiped her forehead with a wet washcloth.
Catherine looked at her daughter and tears welled in her eyes. She hugged her daughter close and let the tears fall. She had wanted him to be the one to mop her forehead and to comfort her when she was sick, but now all she had was her daughter.
She had taken a year's leave of absence from her job, as she knew that she could not go out on the field anyway due to departmental policies that confined expecting employees to deskwork. Besides, she needed time away from him to think of what to do. Warrick had found her a temporary job in his friend's legal firm. That helped financially as Catherine could not really afford to take time off work, not with Lindsey and the coming baby to support.
He had not said a word, had not done anything to persuade her to change her mind. After that, he didn't even call to check up on her any more. Like he didn't care anymore. That was what that had hurt most. It seemed that she had lost him. Or had he ever been hers to lose in the first place? Catherine did not know.
The next day, Sara came over as she claimed she was bored to death at home and wanted to spend some time with Lindsey. Catherine knew that her friend was worried about her and was trying to keep tabs on her. Not that she minded. She was touched that someone actually cared enough to worry about her.
Nick, Warrick and even Greg had dropped by occasionally to check on her or to take Lindsey out so she could have some time to herself. She was very touched by their concern and caring. It seemed that all but the one that mattered most was worried about her.
'Hey Cath. How are you feeling?' Sara asked as she gave Catherine a hug.
'I'm sure you know the answer to that one Sara. You check in with Linds every night! I'm fine. Thanks for asking. Not throwing up that often anymore.' Catherine answered as Sara looked accusingly at Lindsey who shrugged sheepishly.
'Good. How did the checkup go? Sorry I couldn't go with you.'
'It's ok Sara. Everything's all right as far as they can tell, but the blood pressure is a bit high though.'
Sara ran an observing eye over Catherine as she spoke. She noticed that the blonde had that 'glow' associated with pregnant women, her hair having a nice sheen to it, framing her face like a halo. But there were also shadows around her eyes and her smile never reached her eyes anymore.
When Sara arrived at the lab, she stormed into Grissom's office. 'I can't stand it any more. What on earth are you two doing? You obviously still care for her and anyone with eyes can see that she is pining for you and yet you two are avoiding each other like the plague!'
Grissom just looked nonchalant at her outburst. 'How's Catherine?' he asked calmly.
"Grissom, I'm not your messenger. If you really want to know how she's doing, why don't you just ask her!' Sara shouted before stepping out of the office.