Grissom wrapped an arm around Sara and ran a hand through her curls. "What's wrong honey?" he asked, moving his hand up and down her arm in a soothing motion.

He understands, we both wanted this. I just need to tell him the facts, and he'll give feedback. Grissom leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I'm pregnant," Sara spoke, her voice unwavering.

Grissom kept his head on top of hers and did not speak for a minute. He then wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed the top of her head again. "That didn't take very long," he stated.

Sara pulled away from him slightly, rather confused by his comment. "It only takes once Gil," Sara stated, "I thought this was what we wanted."

Grissom realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he immediately pulled her back into his arms again. "I would love for you to have my child, our child," Grissom corrected, "there aren't enough words to convey how pleased I am that you're pregnant."

Sara pulled away again, but this time to look into his eyes. "This is going to be difficult," Sara spoke, "neither one of us know much about raising children."

"Most things in life aren't easy," Grissom stated, grasping her upper arm.

Sara nodded. "I guess you're right."

"How far along do you think you are?"

Sara looked away and leaned against the back of the couch. "Five or six weeks."

Grissom thought about her statement for a minute, completely lost in thought. "Our wedding," Grissom stated.

"Probably, or the week thereafter," Sara replied.

Grissom pulled Sara back into his arms and hugged her fiercely. "I love you so much," he whispered into her hair.

"I love you too," Sara mumbled into his chest.

The two stayed like that for a while until Grissom failed to suppress a yawn. "You must be exhausted, let's get into bed," Sara stated, rising from the couch.

"Did you get any sleep after I left yesterday?" Grissom asked on their way to the bedroom.

"Some. I was still tired when I got up though."

Grissom and Sara got into bed, and Sara spooned into Grissom's chest. Grissom wrapped his arms around her and rested his hands on her flat stomach. He absentmindedly ran his fingers across her stomach in a continuous pattern. Sara brought her hands to his and halted his movements. "Gil," Sara spoke, her voice slightly distant.

"What is it honey?" Grissom asked.

Sara slowly let out the breath she had just drawn in. "I don't want to tell anyone," Sara stated, "at least not for a while."

"They're all trained investigators, I would be surprised if they didn't all know already."

"Considering the rate of first trimester miscarriages, I don't want to be spreading news all around the lab. I couldn't stand to see the faces all over again."

Grissom kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her hands. "I respect whatever decision you make. When you're ready to say something, tell me."

"It's not like I'm going to wait forever, when the risks are lower, we can say something."

"Mmmhmm," Grissom mumbled against her neck.

We're both exhausted, we can discuss this later. Their conversation ceased, both of them drifting off to sleep, their hands kept around their newfound future.

When Grissom woke up, Sara was laying next to him with her arms settled across her stomach. He rested a hand on top of hers and looked up at her. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Eh," was Sara's only reply.

Grissom brought his hand up to her face and kissed her cheek. "Why don't you rest for a few minutes, and I'll go start the coffee?"

Sara groaned. "Don't even come near me with that, I did not have a good experience with it last night."

Grissom rubbed her stomach again and gave her a small smile. "What can I get you then?"

Sara put her hands behind her and sat up in bed. "Nothing right now. I'm going to go hop in the shower, I'll be out in a few minutes."

Grissom let her go, and he got up to go out to the kitchen.

When Sara walked out into the kitchen, Grissom had toast sitting on the table, and two glasses of orange juice were poured. Sara smiled and sat down across from him. "Thanks," she spoke, taking a sip of her orange juice.

"Anytime," Grissom smiled.

Sara took another sip of her orange juice and set it down on the table. "I'm going to call my doctor tomorrow and see if I can get an appointment set up."

"She's probably going to want you to wait a couple of weeks."

"I know, but I can at least set up the appointment."

The two drifted into a comfortable silence once again, both of them eating their light meal.

"You look better today," Catherine stated when Sara walked into the break room.

I sure don't feel better. "Thanks, I got some more sleep, no interruptions," Sara replied.

Catherine smiled and took a sip of her coffee. "No coffee again?" Catherine stated, pointing to the water bottle in her hand.

"I've been having some problems with my stomach again."

"Serious?" Catherine asked, concerned for her wellbeing.

"No, I'm just going to lay off of the coffee and stick to water for now."

Catherine nodded. Well, I guess I'll try and get some more information out of her later. She probably still won't say much, but I might be able to confirm my suspicions.

The rest of the team filtered into the room, and Grissom arrived to hand out assignments. "We've only got two scenes right now, Cath, you and Sara can finish working on your case from yesterday," Grissom stated, "Nick, you and Warrick have a B&E, Greg, you're coming with me to a 419."

The team dispersed to go to their separate scenes.

On the way to their scene, Grissom and Greg got stuck in traffic. Grissom kept looking at his watch, and he eventually leaned his head on his hand against the door. "This is sure taking long enough, Brass is going to wonder where we are," Greg stated.

Grissom stayed silent and watched the traffic ahead of him. Greg rephrased his statement and spoke again. "Maybe we should give Brass a call and tell him we're held up," Greg suggested.

Grissom continued to stare out the window. Wow, this is odd. What is going on with him? "Grissom?" Greg spoke, touching his shoulder.

Grissom was startled, and he turned toward Greg. "What?" he asked, sounding annoyed.

"Do you want me to call Brass and tell him we're stuck in traffic?" Greg asked.

Grissom slowly exhaled and nodded. "Okay Greg," Grissom stated.

Grissom turned back to watch the traffic in front of him, and Greg pulled out his cell phone. After taking another cautious glance at Grissom, Greg speed dialed Brass and told him that they would be late.

About halfway through shift, Catherine tried to find Sara to see if she wanted to go get some food. She eventually found her laying down on the couch in Grissom's office. Sara heard Catherine walk into the room, and she turned her head toward her. Catherine grabbed a chair and sat across from her. "Are you okay?" Catherine asked.

"Just a little woozy," Sara replied, "I thought I'd lay down for a minute."

"When did you find out?"

"Find out what?"

"That you're pregnant."

Sara put her hand over her eyes and groaned. "Gil said you'd figure it out, I just didn't think it would be this quick," Sara sighed.

"Look who you're talking to," Catherine spoke, "that plus the fact that you're off of coffee again, you've looked pretty out of it, and six weeks sounded like long enough to me."

Sara groaned. How does she come up with these things? She's getting into a little too much information. "Catherine, you don't need to keep tabs on my love life, we're doing fine on our own," Sara stated.

"Yeah, you sure are if you've got a baby on the way," Catherine smiled.

"I should have known you'd act like this," Sara recollected her thoughts, "you want to keep this quiet."

"Well, not really."

"It wasn't a question," Sara said sharply.

"Gil knows?"

"Yeah, I told him yesterday."

Catherine nodded. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," Sara said, sitting up, "just don't say anything about it, we don't want to tell anyone yet."

"Well, if I figured it out, everyone else is going to figure it out."

"I want to wait longer before we say anything."

Catherine understood what she was saying and dropped the subject. "Do you want to go get some food?" Catherine asked.

"Yeah, my stomach feels pretty good right now, I might as well take advantage of the opportunity."

"Alright, let's go, I'm driving."

Sara shook her head and followed Catherine out of Grissom's office.

When Grissom and Sara arrived home that evening, the first thing Sara did was get on the phone. After talking to the receptionist, she set up a doctor's appointment for a date two weeks away. She then went to find Grissom, who was laying in bed. Sara undressed and slipped in next to him. "So, how did you make out?" Grissom asked, resting an arm across her stomach.

"I have an appointment in two weeks," Sara stated, facing him.

Sara fidgeted with her hands and sighed. "Catherine knows," she announced.

"That took a long time," Grissom said sarcastically.

"That's what I said too. She said she'd keep a lid on it, but everyone else is probably going to find out."

"Don't worry about it," Grissom stated, moving his hand from her stomach to brush a lock of hair away from her face.

"I'll try not to, that would just make things worse."

"Yeah," Grissom stated.

Grissom slid down in the bed to be eye level with her stomach. He placed a delicate kiss slightly above her navel and tickled her stomach. Sara's shirt slid up further with her movement, and he took the opportunity to trace his hand from her navel up to the bottom of her ribs. Sara slid down next to him and kissed him tenderly. "I bet I know what to do about this," Sara spoke, tracing her hand downward toward his boxers.

Sara nudged Grissom onto his back and settled on top of him. "Oh, you do?" Grissom teased, pulling on the hem of her shirt.

Their conversation ceased, the two deciding to use touches rather than words.