Nick's POV:

She's been quiet this morning. Sara keeps saying that it's only the flu, but she jumps every time her cell phone rings. Sara says that she's waiting to hear something about a case; Greg is supposed to call her. She reassures me that's she's okay. I'm not sure if I believe her.

Sara called me in the middle of her shift to let me know she was going home. Going home meant that she would be waiting at my townhouse when I got home. Sara said that Greg drove her home; she said that her Tahoe would be safe at the lab. I asked if she needed anything from the drug store; Sara said that she just needed to rest. I spent the rest of my shift wondering when and if I should call Sara to make sure that she was okay.

Grissom didn't say anything to me for the rest of the shift. He normally calls to check in; Grissom always wants to make sure that our cases are making forward progress. He called Warrick, but he never called me. I didn't know what to make of this. I wondered if it meant that I should be looking for another job or if Grissom just had a lot to think about. I wanted to apologize, but this time, I didn't have a reason to apologize. Someone needed to tell him that he needed to be more careful with the feelings of others. Feelings were such a foreign concept for Grissom.

I begin to pull off my clothes. I'm exhausted and ready for bed. Sara is in the bathroom still vomiting. She's been in there since I got home. She's pale and clammy. Sara says that she's going to be okay; she tells me to calm down. I brought her water and Tylenol, but she pushed the Tylenol away saying that there was no way that she could even keep it down. Even in sickness, she is beautiful.

I hear her talking on the phone. I hope it is Greg calling, so Sara can try to sleep without worrying about the case that she was working. I hear silence. I get up to make sure that she's okay. Her head is rested against the wall; she's barely moving. I wonder if she is sicker than she is letting on. Sara tries to smile as I fire off a million questions concerning how she is feeling.

"I'm not sick," Sara said. There were tears in her eyes, but there was this strange smile on her face. I didn't know what the hell it meant. I stood in the doorway waiting for Sara to collect her thoughts.

"Nick, I'm not sick," Sara said pausing for a moment, "I'm pregnant."

She sat still holding her breath waiting for me to say something. I wasn't sure exactly what to say.

"I guess we aren't that good at the safe sex stuff," I said. It was probably the most inept thing I could have said at the moment; Sara looked at me funny. I was pretty sure that she was debating whether to cry or throw something at me. I walked over to her and kneeled down. I kissed her forehead. I used a washcloth to wipe the sweat from her face.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" I asked. Sara shook her head. "I've been meaning to tell you how much I love you. Sara, we're going to have a baby."

"So you're happy that we aren't good at the safe sex thing?" Sara asked still unsure what I was trying to get at.

"I love you, and I already love our baby. I'm glad that I used to play hooky during health class," I teased. She smiled, but the tears cascaded down her cheeks. "Don't cry. There's absolutely nothing to be sad about."

"I'm scared, Nick. What if I miscarry again?" Sara asked as she clung to me sobbing.

"I won't let that happen. We'll make sure you see a good doctor; I'll make sure that you relax. Just let me know what you need and I'll do it," I whispered as I held her. I ran my fingers through her hair. Her tears were wet against my skin.

"I love you, Sara," I said as I gently rocked her.

"I love you, too," Sara replied as she hugged me tighter. I kissed her cheek. I silently said a little prayer; Please let this baby live . . . this baby will be loved more than any other. I hoped that my prayer didn't fall upon deaf ears.

I helped Sara to bed. I rubbed her back until she fell asleep. She looked so peaceful. I prayed that she would get the rest she needed. I was so awake that I couldn't sleep despite my exhaustion. I spent hours watching Sara sleep; I spent hours dreaming of the life that we would give our child. I couldn't think of a better way to spend this time.

Grissom's POV:

"I need to talk to you," Sara says as she stands in the doorway. I'm not sure if I'm ready to confront her after what happened last night. I spent hours wondering how I managed to let myself hurt Sara. I rode five different rollercoasters to try to drown my sorrow, but there was nothing that could dull the realization that I did string Sara along without meaning to.

"Come in," I said as I looked up from the case file.

"Grissom, I don't think it is appropriate for me to be doing field work anymore," Sara said bluntly. I had to blink several times to make sure that it was actually Sara talking, not someone else.

"Sara, you've never turned down field work," I stated. I hope she understood that I wanted to know what was wrong. I didn't want to delve into her personal life; I didn't have a right to, but I wanted to know if Sara was okay. I knew Nick wouldn't tell me what he knew.

"I need to start making some changes," Sara said. She paused for a moment. She was trying to regain her poise.

"Sara, you can tell me," I prodded. My palms were sweaty; I could feel my heart pounding against my chest wall.

"Grissom, I'm pregnant. I have nausea constantly; I could easily compromise any scene that I'm working at. If I work in the lab, I need to make sure that I am protected from teratogens. I thought I could pick up some time in fingerprinting and trace . . . help out whoever is getting swamped," Sara said quickly. She had thought this out. I couldn't say no; I didn't want to be on the receiving end of her wrath or Nick's wrath.

"Do whatever you need to. Just make sure to let me know if you need time off," I replied. Sara smiled. I'm sure that she was expecting more resistance given the behavior that I had been displaying lately.

"Thank you, Grissom," Sara replied as she stood. I remember when she used to call me Gil; I liked the way it sounded coming from her lips. Sara was right; it was too late for me now. I had taken too long to figure out how I felt about her. I was thankful that it was Nick taking care of her rather than Hank. I knew he would take good care of her. I didn't realize that until last night; I knew Nicky would do everything in his power to protect her from any injustice that she might face. I was so proud of the man he became, but I was becoming more disappointed with the man that I was. It was hard to watch her move on; it meant that I would need to.

"Sara, I'm sorry. I had no right to . . . I had no right to treat you with so little respect. You're a good CSI; you're a good woman," I said. My words were so clumsy. "Make sure he takes good care of you."

Sara nodded as she left my office. I wished there was a way to turn off love; I wish there was a way to stop the butterflies I got when she said my name. I stood up and closed my office door; I turned on Mozart. I wanted to get lost in something other than loss. They would need to wait for their assignments tonight.

Nick's POV:

I can barely contain my excitement. I'm waiting for Sara in the locker room. She spent over an hour trying to figure out how she was going to explain to Grissom that she couldn't do field work. Sara had decided this for herself; she told me that she wanted to make sure that work didn't stress her out. She decided the fingerprinting and trace were the most that she would be doing. I never expected her to give up field work, but I knew certain things were more important than work. Sara and I recently figured that out.

"How'd it go?" I asked as Sara sat on the bench next to me. I pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Sara smiled.

"Good, it went really good," Sara replied. She moved closer to me. I wrapped my arm around her. "So what do we say when people ask why I'm not working in the field anymore?"

"We tell them that there are things more important things than a job," I replied.

"What if I . . . ," Sara said trailing off; I knew what she was going to say.

"I thought you were going to let me worry about that? Sara, you're only job is to take care of yourself; everything else is my responsibility," I explained. She smiled. I was being honest; I did want everything else to be my responsibility. I was going to start looking at houses; I was going to make sure she was waited on hand and foot.

"Thank you," Sara whispered, "Only Greg knows."

"I still cannot believe you let him take your blood. There are how many hospitals in Vegas?" I teased as I helped her stand up. She started to try to explain her rationale. I kissed her; she pushed me away so she could continue her explanation. It didn't matter; it only mattered that we were having a baby. We walked into the break room. I didn't even notice that I was holding her hand.

"Where's Grissom?" Catherine asked as we walked into the room.

"We've been waiting for a half hour for assignments," Warrick complained as he worked on paperwork that he had successfully avoided until tonight.

"He's in his office; he might not be out for a while," Sara said as she sat down.

"What did you do to him?" Catherine said with a smile; she raised her eyebrows interested.

"I told him that I was pregnant," Sara replied barely able to contain her smile. It was the best moment that I could ask for. I couldn't believe that it was real. If it was a dream, I never wanted to wake up.