When Grissom awoke, he noticed that Sara wasn't beside him. Immediately concerned, he noticed a stream of light from under the bathroom door, and he knocked on it. "Sara, you okay?" he questioned.

"Griss, can you come in here a second?"

Grissom opened the bathroom door and found Sara sitting on the floor with her head against the cold tile of the bathtub. "Sara, why don't you let me help you back to bed?"

Sara ignored his declaration. "Can you call my doctor and find out if I can take my migraine medication? My head is killing me, and it's making me really nauseous."

"Let me help you back into bed first, you shouldn't be sitting on the cold, hard floor."

Grissom picked Sara up off of the floor and carted her back to bed. After he made her comfortable once again, he sat on the edge of the bed with phone in hand. Although he was put on hold for a few times, he was finally able to speak to her doctor. "Dr. Grissom, what can I do for you?"

"I need to know if it is safe for Ms. Sidle to take her migraine medication. She's got an awful migraine, and she's in a lot of pain."

"She can't take the medication, it is still too soon, and her body hasn't recovered from the allergic reaction. You can give her some acetaminophen though to alleviate some of the pain."

"She has migraine medication for a reason, acetaminophen isn't going to do much for her at all."

"In three days, she can take the migraine medication if she experiences a migraine, but until then, I don't want it introduced to her system. Give her the acetaminophen and try to keep her comfortable in bed."

Grissom sighed and thanked the doctor before placing the phone back in the cradle. Sara looked at him with expectant eyes. "Acetaminophen only, no migraine meds for three days."

"Griss, it's not going to do anything!"

"Honey, it might help with some of your aches at least. Let me go get you that and a drink of water."

Grissom kissed her forehead and ventured back into the bathroom to get the medication.

Grissom returned with the medication, water, and a damp washcloth. While she downed the pills, Grissom placed the washcloth on her head so she would get a cool, soothing sensation to try and curtail the headache. After setting the cup of water on the side table, Grissom climbed back into bed next to Sara and ran his fingers up and down her arm. "I am so tense," Sara moaned.

"Well, you have Grissom's magic fingers at your service. What can I do for you?" he smirked.

A semblance of a smile passed Sara's face. "Can you give my neck and back a massage?"

"Sure. Are you going to be comfortable enough with that headache to turn over?"

"I think so, help me out here."

Grissom helped Sara to turn over, and when he was sure she was comfortable he started giving her the backrub. He was about to turn her back over and give her a kiss when he realized that she was sleeping once again. He carefully turned her over and propped a pillow under her head before retreating to the bathroom to take a shower.

Feeling refreshed after his shower, Grissom decided to go out to the kitchen and start preparing lunch. He made two vegetarian omelets and was just setting them on the table when Sara emerged from the bedroom. "Hmm, smells good," she said, continuing to walk toward Grissom.

"Omelets. I thought you were going to sleep longer?"

"Nah," she said, wrapping her arms around his midsection, "the migraine seemed to ease up a little, so I want to get some food into me. I woke up to the wonderful smell of omelets cooking, so I decided to come out and investigate."

"How do you feel?"

"Still achy, but the constant pounding has subsided somewhat. As long as you don't decide to start playing rock music I'll be fine."

Grissom grinned, leaned down, and kissed Sara before they both sat down at the table to eat their meal.

Upon finishing their omelets, Grissom and Sara ventured to the living room to relax on the couch. Grissom leaned against the arm of the couch and Sara nestled her body into his chest. Grissom had turned the television on, but Sara reached over for the remote and turned it off. Grissom looked down at her with questioning eyes. "Do you want kids Griss?" she asked, absentmindedly stroking his chest.

"I suppose one day. We've talked about this before Sara."

"I know, but I wanted to make sure that that is where you still stand."

Grissom reached his arm around Sara and turned her so that she was facing him. "Hey, don't start doubting yourself hun," he said, brushing a few hairs away from her face, "this wasn't the right time, it wasn't meant to be. If we ever get to the point that we want to have kids, we can talk about this again."

Sara gave him a small smile and pulled him down for a brief kiss. "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Yes, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again," he said, beaming from ear to ear.

"I love you, Gil Grissom."

"I love you too, Sara Sidle."

They shared a lingering kiss before Sara reached over and turned the television back on, both of them becoming engrossed in a forensics program.