"Sara, why don't you take a little more time off." Grissom suggested.

Sara just looked at him with disbelief and frustration on her face before she burst into tears.

"Sara." Grissom wasn't sure what do with her. This was her first night back after taking a week off to see if her morning sickness would improve. She'd been working alongside Greg in the DNA lab when a wave of nausea had hit her. She'd barely made it to the hallway before she threw up. The normally in control Sara that Grissom was used to being around had dissolved into an emotional puddle in front of him.

Grissom's brow furrowed as he picked up his cell phone and punched in a number. "Nick, can you come to my office?"

At the mention of Nick's name, Sara glanced up and started sobbing.

Apparently it was loud enough that Nick could hear her on the other end of the line. Grissom's eyebrows went up in concern as he looked at Sara. "Yes, she's right here."

Almost before Grissom could end the call, he heard the sound of someone running down the hallway. Nick had been in the garage processing a vehicle when Grissom had called and had sprinted to Grissom's office to see why Sara was so upset. Worry was etched on his face as he knelt next to her. "What's wrong, Sar?"

She sniffled and sobbed for a few moments before she formed a coherent sentence. "I threw up."

Nick glanced over at Grissom with a curious expression.

"I suggested maybe she should take a bit more time off. She barely made it to the doorway of the DNA lab." Grissom informed him.

Nick turned his attention back to Sara. "Honey, do you want me to take you home?"

Sara shook her head and sniffled. "I feel so stupid. I just want to work and everything I smell in here just makes me feel nauseous."

Grissom got up from his desk. "I've got to go check on something with Greg."

Nick glanced at him gratefully before turning his attention back to his wife. "Sara, you're not stupid. The doctor said that it's good for the babies that you're not feeling well, it means that they're healthy." He was trying to make her feel better.

Grissom closed the door behind him as he left his office.

"You're not the one throwing up." Sara mussed.

Nick took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Look, I know that I don't know what you're going through here, but I love you, and Grissom's right. If you're not feeling well, you probably should go home."

Sara sniffled. "Nick, I feel so useless. I'm damn good at my job but I can't do it because I might contaminate evidence or crime scenes."

"But it's not forever, babe. Once the morning sickness passes, you'll be back, keeping everyone in line and showing us all up." He grinned at her.

Sara sniffled and looked at him with a scared expression. "What if it doesn't pass? Did you know that some women have morning sickness all nine months?"

Nick's answer was quiet. "No, I didn't know that."

"And we didn't even get that house." Sara started to cry again.

Nick wasn't sure what to say, it was obvious that Sara was very upset, and he knew that it probably had more to do with the hormones fluctuating in her body from the twins growing than any one event, although, having the house they both liked sold before they could put an offer on it hadn't helped. "We'll find another house."

"When?" Sara's voice caught.

Nick was quiet for a moment. "Hon, why don't you take some more time off? Meet with the realtor and see if you can find a house you like. When you do, then I'll come look at it too."

The first hint of a smile began to tug at Sara's lips.

"I mean it's hard to find time to look at houses with the hours we work anyway. You have some pretty specific things in mind that you want in a house, and I'm sure that I'll like whatever you find." Nick continued.

Sara's voice was quiet. "Ok." She smiled at him. "I love you. I hate that I can't be at work, but I love you."

"I love you too." Nick grinned at her and leaned in and kissed her softly.

"I'm going to go clean my face up and find Grissom." Sara wiped at her tear streaked face.

"Do you want me to take you home?" Nick offered.

She smirked. "Well since we carpooled, that might be a good idea."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Nick sat on the bench in front of the lockers and rested his head in his hands. It had been a long shift and he was tired, but he wasn't sure he was ready to go home yet. Sara was two weeks into a month long leave of absence and she had seemed to enter yet another hormonally induced phase. Her neatness had been taken to an even higher level than normal and it seemed that if Nick so much as dropped a sock on the floor as he got ready for bed, Sara would burst into tears. As much as he loved her and as much as he wanted these babies, he wasn't sure how much more he could handle.

Catherine noticed Nick's posture as she walked into the locker room. She sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "You want to tell me what's bothering you?"

He glanced up at her and smiled. He really didn't want to talk to any of his coworkers about Sara, they all knew each other and he didn't think that it was fair to her.

Catherine smiled. "Hey, it can be tough being around a pregnant woman. Sara's carrying twins so she's got even more hormones than the average pregnant woman."

Nick let out a deep breath. "I just can't seem to please her. I did the laundry last week and she didn't think it was clean enough. I left a towel on the floor of the bathroom because she had decided to wash the bathmat and she freaked out."

Catherine chuckled. "Sounds pretty normal."

Nick raised a curious eyebrow. "Normal?"

Catherine nodded. "Nicky, I think it's great that you're trying to please Sara, but you're doing it at the expense of being yourself. I don't think she'd really want that, do you? If she knew that you were treating her with kid gloves, I have a feeling she'd be pretty upset."

Nick chuckled wryly. "Well, it seems that just about everything I've done the last three days has upset her."

Catherine offered him a motherly smile. "Nicky, hang in there. Sara loves you, you love her. It's going to work itself out."

"I'll just be glad when she stops throwing up and I can eat meat at home again." Nick quipped.

Catherine chuckled. "We're all here for you, you know that don't you?"

Nick nodded. "I'd better get home." He stood up and closed his locker and headed for the doorway.

"Hey, Nick." Catherine called after him.

He glanced back. "Yeah."

"I hear you liked the apron." Catherine had a devilish grin on her face.

Nick's cheeks flushed with color and an embarrassed grin spread across his face.