After Grissom pulled into the driveway, Sara waited on her side of the car for him to come around and open the door. He helped her out of the car and into their townhouse. They had both decided a couple months ago that there was no need for both of them to be living in separate places, and Sara had happily moved in with Grissom. Grissom started to direct Sara toward the couch when she squeezed his hand tightly. "Gil, I just want to go lay down, maybe we can talk in a little while," Sara said stoically.

Grissom frowned in concern, but turned to help her to the bedroom. Once inside he tried to help her get into more comfortable clothes, but her hand on his halted him. "Gil, I can do this by myself. Why don't you go call and update Catherine and then come back in a few minutes?"

A hurt look crossed Grissom's features, but he kept a few choice words to himself. "Holler if you need anything, honey," he stated, walking dejectedly back into the living room.

Why does she have to push me away? Grissom picked up the phone and dialed in Catherine's cell phone number. "Willows," she picked up.

"I just brought her home," Grissom stated, "she's going to be okay."

Catherine noticed the odd tone of his voice and called him on it. "Are you okay?"

"She's pushing me away already. I gave her her space in the car and I didn't start conversation, but as soon as we got home she just wanted to go to bed."

"Well, don't you think that she's probably got some conflicting emotions about this, and she's probably really tired and just wants to rest?"

"If it were only that I wouldn't be worried. She wouldn't let me help her get undressed, and she sent me out to call you."

"Gil, she's upset. Just give her some space, and after she's rested for awhile start to talk about it."

Grissom, not wanting to just dwell on their problems for the moment, asked about the case. "Did you get any further on the case?"

"Greg's back working on the fibers and DNA, we're still waiting for those results. Nick and Warrick and going over the latest vic's clothing to try and find any usable evidence. I'm going over the locations and trying to find any sort of a pattern that we could be dealing with here. We still don't have enough evidence, and we're shorthanded, so things are going kind of slow. We really need to talk to the big wigs again about the shift changes."

Grissom sighed and pressed his fingers to his head, fighting off the impending migraine. "Cath, I know about the problems. Just the three of us were working on that case, three! Since Sophia left we've been so short-handed, and this crap with the splitting up the shifts. We reported it to the higher ups before saying that it was unacceptable working conditions, and we needed the shifts put back together because we were so shorthanded. Maybe with the pressure from this case they'll reconsider and put everything back together. I just can't deal with that right now Cath."

"I know, you help Sara feel better. What are the doctor's orders?"

"She's got to stay home for a few days until she starts to feel better. The doctor said she had an allergic reaction to the birth control pills, and with that plus the miscarriage she's feeling pretty achy right now. The doctor also said that someone needed to stay with her, not that I wasn't going to be here anyway. Cath, I should get back to her."

"Okay. Gil, right now we're handling things okay here, but I don't need to tell you that we're going to need more help if we get more evidence."

Grissom felt himself start to get angry again, but he suppressed his temper. "Cath, my primary concern is Sara, but if you come across anything that you absolutely need help with, call me, we'll figure something out."

"Okay, tell her everyone says to feel better. Bye."

"I will."

Grissom walked back into the bedroom and found Sara curled up on her side in tears. Without comment he stripped down to his boxers, got into bed, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He tried to shush her, and he whispered words of comfort while she cried. "Everything is going to be okay," he soothed.

Sara turned over in his arms, but couldn't look him in the eye. "I'm sorry," she cried.

Grissom's eyes widened in surprise, and he wrapped his arms tighter around her. "Sara," he spoke, tilting her head up to look her in the eye, "you have nothing to be sorry for."

Sara shook her head. "But..."

Grissom interrupted her statement with a brief kiss on the lips. "Honey, you couldn't have prevented this. Neither one of us had planned this, and both of us have been so stressed lately. I'm sorry that I didn't notice that you weren't feeling well sooner."

This was Sara's time to quell Grissom's apologies. "To be honest with you, I'm not sure if I knew exactly what was going on myself. I've been tired and achy, and I kept getting those damn migraines, but I thought it was just because we've all had to keep working so much. I never thought..."

"Shhh," Grissom brought his finger up to her lips, "we can talk about everything after you get a chance to rest. Do you need anything?"

"Only you," Sara said, wrapping her arms tight around him and snuggling into his chest.

Grissom kissed the top of her head and held her as she drifted off to sleep. Only then did he let a solitary tear slip down his cheek.