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This story assumes that Grissom and Sara have been going together while season 4/5 were going on and everyone knows about it. Spoilers through Mea Culpa.

Taking a quick ten minute break, Greg walked around the corner and into the locker room. The case they were working on was tough, a string of rapes and murders, and it was taking its toll on all of them. All the while, thoughts lingered in the back of their minds that Ecklie had split them up, and things could have been much easier if the team was still together. Inside of the locker room, Greg expected to find solace. What he didn't expect to find was the brunette sitting on the floor shaking. "Sara?" he quietly called her name, not wanting to startle her.

Sara looked up and Greg saw that her face was pasty white and tear-streaked. He immediately knelt down in front of her on the floor and tried to find out what was wrong. "Sara, what is it?"

"H-hurts," she managed to shutter out.

Greg's eyes once again drifted to her crossed arms and he saw it. Blood was beginning to pool under her and Greg's eyes widened in shock. "I'm calling an ambulance Sara, everything is going to be okay."

Sara gave a slight nod of her head and whispered, "Grissom."

"I'll get him too, you just hang in there."

Greg pulled his cell phone off his belt, dialed 911, and paged Grissom.

Grissom picked up his beeper and looked at it when he felt it vibrate. '911 LR GREG' displayed on the screen. Urgent at the locker room? Grissom walked from his office, down the hallway, and into the locker room. "Greg, this better be..." he started.

Grissom froze when he saw Sara and the blood on the floor. Greg broke away from Sara's side as Grissom went to take his place. "Griss, I came in here for break, I found her like this, I don't know what happened, but I called 911, they should be here any minute."

Grissom knelt down next to Sara and grabbed her icy hand. "S-sorry," she whispered.

"Sara, don't," he said, stroking her cheek, "you're going to be okay, the ambulance is coming."

Before he could say anything else, two EMTs broke through the doors. After stabilizing her for transport, they started to wheel Sara out the door. "Greg, lock this door until everything can get cleaned up. Tell Catherine what happened and tell her that I'll call as soon as I know what is going on."

"Okay," Greg nodded.

At the hospital, Grissom was ushered to the waiting room to sit and ponder what could be going on with Sara. They had been going together for about five months, and Grissom thought that they would both agree that those were the happiest times of their lives. Grissom was pretty sure that he knew what was happening, but he was worried none the less and anxious for a doctor to come and speak to him. He was about to ask the nurse how Sara was doing when his cell phone rang. "Sir, you're going to have to take that out into the lobby, no cell phones in the hospital," the nurse berated him.

Grissom gave the nurse a stone cold stare and took the phone out into the lobby. "Hello," he barked.

Catherine disregarded Grissom's tone and carried on. "Gil, I just got to the lab. Pretty much everything is under control now. I called in Nick and Warrick to come down and keep working on the case, but they haven't gotten here yet." Catherine drew in a big breath, "How is Sara?"

"I don't know yet, the doctor hasn't come back out. I'm pretty sure she miscarried, but I'm waiting on the doctor."

Catherine nodded her head, realizing that Grissom couldn't see her. "I'm sure she'll be fine Gil, but give me a call when you know what's going on."

"Okay, tell Greg I said thank you. I'll call later."

Both of them hung up and Grissom went back to his perch near the nurse's station.

About an hour and a half later, a doctor emerged from behind the emergency room doors and walked over to Grissom. "You are listed as Ms. Sidle's next of kin?" the doctor asked.

"Yes," Grissom answered, pointing at his CSI identification.

The doctor seemed to accept this as proper identification and proceeded. "Ms. Sidle miscarried. Actually, by looking at her chart, if birth control was the only method of contraception, I'm surprised that she didn't get pregnant before this. She's suffering extreme side effects from her birth control pills, therefore rendering them absolutely useless. The side effects of the pills have compounded over time, and she should have noticed some of the symptoms. Did she seem dizzy at all, nauseous, complain of excessive pain in the joints, or extreme headaches?"

Grissom immediately started to wonder what Sara had been hiding from him. "She's had a lot of migraines recently, and she's been really tired, but we've been working really hard on a case."

"Well, Ms. Sidle is in a lot of pain right now, but we don't want to enter any more medication into her system. She should be able to have more children. I'm willing to discharge her now if she'll have someone with her at home for a few days."

"I'll be there with her."

"Let's go then."

Grissom followed the doctor down to the curtain where Sara was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked absolutely exhausted, and tears streaked her ashen face. Grissom squeezed her hand and helped her down off the bed, immediately putting his arm around her. "Ms. Sidle, I'm discharging you, but I want you to have someone with you at home for a few days. If you have any more increased bleeding or severe side effects, I want you to come back here right away. Do you have any questions?"

Sara shook her head. The doctor handed her the discharge papers, she signed them, and Grissom guided her out of the hospital. Neither one of them said anything throughout the entire ride home.